Author: ugh, I'm very, deeply sorry for not updating, but I had a major
case of writers block along with the lack of inspiration to draw. As you
probably know, I am in grade 12, and since I have started my last year in
High School, it's been very difficult for me to spend much time online as
much as I used to. I have given up alot of things I used to do to keep up
with school work. I know many of you have read this story and wish for me
to update. I am trying to find time to type the story up, as I managed to
finish writing the rest of the story. There will be plenty of chapters
ahead, and I know it will not end any time soon. Hopefully I get a chance
to put up all the chapters. So far I managed to type up one chapter and you
will be given a small preview of the next. Hopefully, after all my projects
and exams are completed, I will be able to type up the rest of the
chapters. Until then, I am very sorry for those who waited.
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// Chapter 7 // - Twisted Plans
Syaoran sat silently in front of his companion, eyes watching, full of deep interest. Musing quietly at his friend, he contemplated today's earlier occasion. His mind reeled as he tried to think. Who was that girl he ha escorted back to the castle? He had his assumptions and he knew that something was definitely amiss. Never in his life did he see such looks on his friend, such smitten gestures and awe. He knew Eriol often concealed his emotions, but this time, he was surprised that his friend could fail so miserably. He had certain ways to notice the slightest notions Eriol could have made, and it was not difficult to tell when his friend was trying to conceal something. Sitting back a bit and straightening his spine, Syaoran cleared his throat, trying to catch his friend's distorted attention. Catching his friend's gaze, he lifted his brow in mute inquiry.
"What?" his friend questioned ignorantly, trying to not meet the other man's gaze.
Syaoran grinned before bursting into a light chuckle. Shaking his head, he narrowed his eyes slightly at the man across from him. "I'm quite sure you know exactly what I'm thinking about."
"I'm afraid I don't." He spoke casually, but of course, Syaoran was not fooled by such ploys.
"Ah, but you do. There really is no point in trying to pretend. I'm not a stranger, I am your closest friend. I know you like I do the back of my hand."
Eriol chuckled, giving in without a fight. "Aah, I should've known better then to try. So, what about 'her'?
Syaoran's grin widened slightly, nodding, "Her name is Tomoyo, am I correct?"
He nodded.
"And I believe, she is a servant as well?"
Again he nodded.
Syaoran sighed, envying his friend for the moment. How lucky he was, to be able to wed any girl he wished, or even to try and woe her. He could have any maiden he wanted, and sadly for him, he was limited to the most vain and giggling girls who have nothing better to do then to gossip about the most irrelevant topics. He wished too that he had the ability to have free choice of a bride. It was ironic when he was the Prince, a man who could do whatever he wished, had such political power, but was reduced to choices when it came to picking a bride. He fet no different then a slave.
Noting his friend's reaction, Eriol felt deeply concerned. He knew exactly what was on the other man's mind, and there was nothing he could do to help. He wished there was a way, but there seemed to be none.
Syaoran tried quickly to try and subside the thoughts away and focus on the matters at hand. "This girl...you seem to be quite taken with her?"
Eriol merely shrugged. "He's a beatiful girl. Kind-hearted and bright."
"I see..." Syaoran shook his head. Before he could question further, a messenger entered the room.
"I'm sorry to interrupt my lord, but your highness wishes to see you immediately."
He nodded and thanked the servant. Saying a quick farewell, he briskly stood and followed the messenger out of the room.
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Sakura stood in front of the mirror, taking another last look at herself while she waited for the inevitable. The mirror was full length so she was able to see her reflection from top to bottom. Her dress was made of shining satin. It was smooth and she felt guilty having to experience such a luxury. Though this was her first time in such a lovely gown, she was still careful in hoping not to ruin it. The satin was made delicately with intricate laces and ribbons, and the color was exquisite. It was a pale light blue that complimented her skin tone and brought out her deep green eyes. The laces and ribbons added a certain finesse and eloquence to the gown, which added to its exquisite beauty. The dress had a lower neck line then she was used to, but not so much as it stopped at the top of her breasts.
Sakura blinked several times, trying to take in all that was happening. She couldn't believe who was in this dress. It surely didn't look anything like her. The reflection revealed a beautiful woman. One she no longer recognized. It seemed as if she was not really there, but replaced by another who looked identical to herself. She looked so elegant and sophisticated, it was hard not trying to look away.
"You look gorgeous. No one will ever think you're a maid now."
Sakura smiled at Meilin. "You think so?"
The woman nodded back. "Absolutely. I can't think of any man who can resist looking at you."
Sakura blushed lightly. "Thank you."
"Now then, I believe it is time to visit the Queen again. This time I believe Syaoran will also be there."
Sakura watched with wide eyes and horror. "Oh! I couldn't!"
"Nonsense! You have nothing to be afraid of. Now, let's hurry."
Not being able to argue, Sakura nodded silently and followed Meilin out the chamber. On their way to the room, Sakura was mor nervous then she'd even been in her life. There was no way she could manage such a large task. And if she was to make the slightest mistake, she was certain it would all be over. She wasn't ready yet, she knew, but there was little choice to choose from. It was too late to back down now, and she knew she had to try her best.
Still thinking to herself, she tried to keep up with Meilin's gracefully quick steps and awaited her demised.
**~~~~~~~~**
Syaoran quickly made his way to the throne room, preparing for another lecture from his parents. Sighing, he was definitely not looking forward to the meeting, seeing as he didn't want to put up with another scolding. He was certain he didn't want to go to this meeting, but he really had no choice. He would have to hear them out eventually. Right now, he would rather find her again and have another interesting talk. But he was thinking more on the lines of doing something else. She was so very difficult to erase from his mind. Her lovely features were permanently planted into his brain. All he had to do was close his eyes and he could imagine her brilliant green eyes, soft auburn hair and that lovely smile...
Shaking his head, he tried to focus again and this time, he hoped he was not to be distracted. Nodding to the servant by the door, he entered the room and faced both his parents alone.
"You wished to see me?" He inquired as usual.
"Yes Syaoran." his mother spoke first. "We called you here because I wish for you to meet someone."
Shock round it's way onto Syaoran's expression. He couldn't believe it! They have already chosen his wife for him! It was preposterous! They couldn't have! He had until the day after his Mother's birthday ball before they had that option. Unless they thought that they could no longer wait. Still, there was no need for them to go through such measures. He was certainly not going to marry this chit they sent him. And He was definitely not doing anything his mother had planned out for him either. He was not going to accept this. Not!
The queen noted his expression and smiled lightly. She knew what he was thinking, and of course, he was very wrong. "Trust me my son, you will want to meet her.."
Syaoran looked confused but he did not question. For now he will meet this woman, and perhaps he will break the news gently to the girl that he most certainly will not intend to do anything his mother wishes him to do. It may be heartbreaking, but he had no other choice. There was no way he was going to accept his mother's doings and succumb to anything that was going to pass.
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Sakura hurried along down the halls, Meilin striding in front of her. She was nervous and she hoped it didn't show as much as she felt it. Her heart fluttered to her belly and the pounding was so loud, she was afraid others heard it as well. Taking deep long breaths, she waited until they reached their destination. Hesitantly, she stood behind Meilin, watching the servant open the door to the entrance of the room. As Meilin entered first, Sakura stayed where she was until she could no longer see the girl. Until then, she tried to calm herself down and entered the room, her head high and as gracefully as she could. Sitting before her, she saw the King in his full attire.
She had never seen the King before, and having him staring down at her with analytical observation was very unnerving. Looking around the room, her eyes immediately sought out his. They were the same as before, beautiful and dark brown. They sent shivers down her spine and she knew, he too was shocked by all this. She was also certain he was analysing her too. The thought almost made her blush, but she tried to hide it. Already her heart began to flutter. The idea of him being so close was too tempting. All she wanted to do was leap into his arms and nothing else. Wished all these people ehere gone and only they were alone. Watching his expressions change, she knew he was surprised. Even more so then she. He looks as if he was ready t explode, or better yet, collapse. She tried to give him a smile, but managed a small and weak one. After Meilin syepped aside, Sakura stood before the king and lightly bowed, then giving him a warm smile.
The Queen nodded approvingly and shifted her eyes, gaining both attention from her husband and her son.
"This," she started, "is Kinomoto Sakura. She is visitng us from a nearby kingdom and will be staying with us until after the party of my next birthday."
Sakura stood silently and perfectly still, waiting for the King's approval. The King looked at her from head to toe, inspecting her attire for flaws. Though she did not enjoy it, she could not protest it either. Finally, the King cleared his throat and looked up at Sakura.
"And my dear, which kingdom are you from?"
"Phalluna, your majesty." Sakura responded automatically. Her voice was calm and proper. This was her test and she must not fail. She could not disappoint the queen, nor can she disappoint herself. Too much was at stake and one of it was her life.
Staring at the king, she noticed his stern cold hard look. He features seemed gentle, but his eyes were piercing. He seemed to ponder at her answer, obviously thinking if the kingdom she was from was appropriate enough and to his liking. After what seemed to be forever, he slowly nodded with an answer, "Very well, a servant will show you to your chambers shortly. I will send for one immediately."
With that said, he rose, waved a hand in gesture, as if to dismiss her and walked towards the door, followed by three other servants who trailed behind like trained dogs. The Queen shortly followed, but before leaving, she whispered gently into Sakura's ear. "Well done dear, meet me tomorrow. I will send for someone to fetch you."
Sakura nodded and stood where she was until everyone had left. Well, almost everyone. The only person who was left was him. Of course she knew who it was. She felt his gaze on her and she was too afraid to look him in the eyes. His gaze too was piercing, yet she was tempted to look at him, to ask him if he approved, to perhaps tell him of his mother's scheme.
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Syaoran cursed silently beneath his breath throughout the entire introduction. A whole line of oaths and obscenities was excelled in one single breath as he watched the scene before him. This magnificaent angel who was standing before him was dressed in such beauty. Her light blue gown was so exquisite, it sent shivers down his back. His loins ached at the exposed skin at her nape and he moaned inwardly at the ravishing looks she radiated. She was so elegant, he couldn't believe it was the same girl he had met the day before. She was pretty before, but now, he didn't know what to think. His inner instincts told him to g forward, to embrace this beautiful chit within his arms and kiss her with all he had, yet at the same time, he struggled from doing so, afraid that it might actually happen. For now he would have to wait, but she was so very tempting standing innocently there.
After hearing the first few words spoken, a sudden thought struck his mind. When he had first met her, was she not a servant? Then if she was, then why was she here? Before the King, dressed in such elegant clothing and such a way that sent his mind reeling with lust. Was she perhaps in disguise then? To fool him perhaps? To torture him with such urge and want? This was indeed preposterous, wanton even. There was no way it could be, and to make sure, he was going to find out.
After the last servant had finally left the premises, he kept his gaze on her. Drinking in her image, and memorizing her features, trying to take in every little delicate detail of her gown and how slender she looked in it. Though she would not look at him, he watched with a questioning gaze. Of course she would eventually have to. He was not leaving, and neither was she. Though her outer shell had changed, he could sense that her personality did not, which made it a bit too suspicious for him to consider.
Narrowing his eyes slightly, he finally spoke, "Would you care to explain what is going on?"
She slowly turned and looked up at him. My God! What he had to do to restrain himself from her. She was so delicate and pure, his fingers itched to hold her. His gut instantly tightened and it took all of his strength to stay focus and concentrate.
"I don't know what you're talking about m'lord." She spoke through forced words.
He gave her a short laugh, "I believe you do me dear. How else were you a servant and miraculously changed into such a ravishing creature? Perhaps you are fooling us for a beneficial purpose for your kingdom. What was it again? Phalluna?"
He spoke through such hard cold tones that it sent a shiver down her back. She quickly answered his accusation, "No, there is no deception..except where your father is concerned.."
Immediate anger rose to his face, "You mean to tell me you have been sent here to deceive my father?"
Shock and denial quickly appeared on Sakura's face, "No!" Before she was able to utter her response, he was already there, standing right in front of her, his hand tightly holding her wrist. Sakura winced at the pain it gave, but would not struggle free. She meekly shook her head, repeating her response, "No..no.."
Eyes narrowed to slits, he whispered threateningly into her ear. His voice was full of malice and cold. "My dear, if you ever try to hurt my family or this kingdom, you will wish you have never met me. Do you understand?"
Without waiting for a reply, he quickly strode out of the room and never glanced back. Sakura was left speechless and alone. She fell to her knees and buried her face in her hands. What just happened? Why did it happen? Why couldn't she just have told him the truth? She was so ignorant! Now the man who had looked at her with such kindness now hates her. No longer did he trust her. No longer did she have the trust she once gained from him. Her heart felt empty and void. She trembled inwardly, trying to keep her composure as calm as possible.
As the servant entered the room to escort her back to her given room, she followed slowly behind without a word. Once inside, she thanked him and went to the bed.
There she laid down, smothered her face into the pillows and wept.
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Well, that's about it. Yes, I know I changed the plot a whole lot, but I found it interesting and it keeps the readers in awe. The idea was a bit twisted and not at all what you think think when you read the first few chapters, but the surprise was a bit alright seeing as how boring this story was to me. I hope it wasn't too short, but somehow I couldn't think of anymore to write. Until I get the next chapter up, here's a short preview of what's in store.
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//Chapter 8// - Anger Arises Blind
Storming into his chamber, Syaoran slammed the door behind him with a loud thud. Blindly, he strode into the interior and yanked off his cloak, along with his black leather boots and tossed them in a pile on the ground. His armor and weapon followed shortly after.
How could he have been so ignorant and blind to her ploys? He hated himself for being so weak and so gullible. Scowling, he sat himself on his bed. After tossing away most of his garments, he was only clad in his white shirt and black trousers. He knew it wasn't the last time he would see her. He definitely knew that dinner was to be served in only a few hours and she was also to attend. He didn't like the idea, having to be in the same room with her and with others. Right now, he had a large tempting urge to wrap his hands over that slender neck of hers and wring it. Somehow she had managed such a convincing act to remove any suspicion that may have been noticed. She was good, but this time he was going to be more careful. It was impossible that his parents too, were so easily tricked by such a schoolroom chit. He didn't know what her plans were exactly, but he was going to find out, and he had to do it fast.
To him, she was now the enemy. His duty was to protect his family from harm, and if it meant he had to hurt her in the process, then so be it. It was hard to think of hurting such an innocent, she was so lovely and breath taking, but he had no other choice. If he didn't want to harm her, he would need to find another way to take care of the situation and makes sure she'll never return. He hated the fact that his feelings were such a big part of the situation. He hated how he wanted her and he hated the idea of having to hurt her while instead, he would pretty much want to bed her on the spot. It unnerved him, but he had to be in control. Thinking about her not only caused him more anger, it gave him feelings he didn't want to feel, ideas he didn't want to see. It was different before. He would've loved to do them all.
To court her, to woe her. It was a plan from the start. Something he would've done if his parents were not in the way. But now, everything had turned. There was no way he could do any of those enticing things for it may destroy his family. Thinking about the problem only caused his anger to rile. He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts, but even so, he could not remove the image of her from his mind. He was plagued by her gentle beauty and haunted by her body. His fingers itched to run them through her soft silky hair. To run them on her body and embrace her close. His lips burned from their last encounter and he wanted to feel her soft, moist lips on his again. No matter how hard he tried, it became even more difficult to forget that lovely creature.
"Damn her! Damnation!" He cursed loudly into the air, damning himself for wanting her, and damning her for making him want her.
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// Chapter 7 // - Twisted Plans
Syaoran sat silently in front of his companion, eyes watching, full of deep interest. Musing quietly at his friend, he contemplated today's earlier occasion. His mind reeled as he tried to think. Who was that girl he ha escorted back to the castle? He had his assumptions and he knew that something was definitely amiss. Never in his life did he see such looks on his friend, such smitten gestures and awe. He knew Eriol often concealed his emotions, but this time, he was surprised that his friend could fail so miserably. He had certain ways to notice the slightest notions Eriol could have made, and it was not difficult to tell when his friend was trying to conceal something. Sitting back a bit and straightening his spine, Syaoran cleared his throat, trying to catch his friend's distorted attention. Catching his friend's gaze, he lifted his brow in mute inquiry.
"What?" his friend questioned ignorantly, trying to not meet the other man's gaze.
Syaoran grinned before bursting into a light chuckle. Shaking his head, he narrowed his eyes slightly at the man across from him. "I'm quite sure you know exactly what I'm thinking about."
"I'm afraid I don't." He spoke casually, but of course, Syaoran was not fooled by such ploys.
"Ah, but you do. There really is no point in trying to pretend. I'm not a stranger, I am your closest friend. I know you like I do the back of my hand."
Eriol chuckled, giving in without a fight. "Aah, I should've known better then to try. So, what about 'her'?
Syaoran's grin widened slightly, nodding, "Her name is Tomoyo, am I correct?"
He nodded.
"And I believe, she is a servant as well?"
Again he nodded.
Syaoran sighed, envying his friend for the moment. How lucky he was, to be able to wed any girl he wished, or even to try and woe her. He could have any maiden he wanted, and sadly for him, he was limited to the most vain and giggling girls who have nothing better to do then to gossip about the most irrelevant topics. He wished too that he had the ability to have free choice of a bride. It was ironic when he was the Prince, a man who could do whatever he wished, had such political power, but was reduced to choices when it came to picking a bride. He fet no different then a slave.
Noting his friend's reaction, Eriol felt deeply concerned. He knew exactly what was on the other man's mind, and there was nothing he could do to help. He wished there was a way, but there seemed to be none.
Syaoran tried quickly to try and subside the thoughts away and focus on the matters at hand. "This girl...you seem to be quite taken with her?"
Eriol merely shrugged. "He's a beatiful girl. Kind-hearted and bright."
"I see..." Syaoran shook his head. Before he could question further, a messenger entered the room.
"I'm sorry to interrupt my lord, but your highness wishes to see you immediately."
He nodded and thanked the servant. Saying a quick farewell, he briskly stood and followed the messenger out of the room.
**~~~~~~~~~~~~**
Sakura stood in front of the mirror, taking another last look at herself while she waited for the inevitable. The mirror was full length so she was able to see her reflection from top to bottom. Her dress was made of shining satin. It was smooth and she felt guilty having to experience such a luxury. Though this was her first time in such a lovely gown, she was still careful in hoping not to ruin it. The satin was made delicately with intricate laces and ribbons, and the color was exquisite. It was a pale light blue that complimented her skin tone and brought out her deep green eyes. The laces and ribbons added a certain finesse and eloquence to the gown, which added to its exquisite beauty. The dress had a lower neck line then she was used to, but not so much as it stopped at the top of her breasts.
Sakura blinked several times, trying to take in all that was happening. She couldn't believe who was in this dress. It surely didn't look anything like her. The reflection revealed a beautiful woman. One she no longer recognized. It seemed as if she was not really there, but replaced by another who looked identical to herself. She looked so elegant and sophisticated, it was hard not trying to look away.
"You look gorgeous. No one will ever think you're a maid now."
Sakura smiled at Meilin. "You think so?"
The woman nodded back. "Absolutely. I can't think of any man who can resist looking at you."
Sakura blushed lightly. "Thank you."
"Now then, I believe it is time to visit the Queen again. This time I believe Syaoran will also be there."
Sakura watched with wide eyes and horror. "Oh! I couldn't!"
"Nonsense! You have nothing to be afraid of. Now, let's hurry."
Not being able to argue, Sakura nodded silently and followed Meilin out the chamber. On their way to the room, Sakura was mor nervous then she'd even been in her life. There was no way she could manage such a large task. And if she was to make the slightest mistake, she was certain it would all be over. She wasn't ready yet, she knew, but there was little choice to choose from. It was too late to back down now, and she knew she had to try her best.
Still thinking to herself, she tried to keep up with Meilin's gracefully quick steps and awaited her demised.
**~~~~~~~~**
Syaoran quickly made his way to the throne room, preparing for another lecture from his parents. Sighing, he was definitely not looking forward to the meeting, seeing as he didn't want to put up with another scolding. He was certain he didn't want to go to this meeting, but he really had no choice. He would have to hear them out eventually. Right now, he would rather find her again and have another interesting talk. But he was thinking more on the lines of doing something else. She was so very difficult to erase from his mind. Her lovely features were permanently planted into his brain. All he had to do was close his eyes and he could imagine her brilliant green eyes, soft auburn hair and that lovely smile...
Shaking his head, he tried to focus again and this time, he hoped he was not to be distracted. Nodding to the servant by the door, he entered the room and faced both his parents alone.
"You wished to see me?" He inquired as usual.
"Yes Syaoran." his mother spoke first. "We called you here because I wish for you to meet someone."
Shock round it's way onto Syaoran's expression. He couldn't believe it! They have already chosen his wife for him! It was preposterous! They couldn't have! He had until the day after his Mother's birthday ball before they had that option. Unless they thought that they could no longer wait. Still, there was no need for them to go through such measures. He was certainly not going to marry this chit they sent him. And He was definitely not doing anything his mother had planned out for him either. He was not going to accept this. Not!
The queen noted his expression and smiled lightly. She knew what he was thinking, and of course, he was very wrong. "Trust me my son, you will want to meet her.."
Syaoran looked confused but he did not question. For now he will meet this woman, and perhaps he will break the news gently to the girl that he most certainly will not intend to do anything his mother wishes him to do. It may be heartbreaking, but he had no other choice. There was no way he was going to accept his mother's doings and succumb to anything that was going to pass.
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Sakura hurried along down the halls, Meilin striding in front of her. She was nervous and she hoped it didn't show as much as she felt it. Her heart fluttered to her belly and the pounding was so loud, she was afraid others heard it as well. Taking deep long breaths, she waited until they reached their destination. Hesitantly, she stood behind Meilin, watching the servant open the door to the entrance of the room. As Meilin entered first, Sakura stayed where she was until she could no longer see the girl. Until then, she tried to calm herself down and entered the room, her head high and as gracefully as she could. Sitting before her, she saw the King in his full attire.
She had never seen the King before, and having him staring down at her with analytical observation was very unnerving. Looking around the room, her eyes immediately sought out his. They were the same as before, beautiful and dark brown. They sent shivers down her spine and she knew, he too was shocked by all this. She was also certain he was analysing her too. The thought almost made her blush, but she tried to hide it. Already her heart began to flutter. The idea of him being so close was too tempting. All she wanted to do was leap into his arms and nothing else. Wished all these people ehere gone and only they were alone. Watching his expressions change, she knew he was surprised. Even more so then she. He looks as if he was ready t explode, or better yet, collapse. She tried to give him a smile, but managed a small and weak one. After Meilin syepped aside, Sakura stood before the king and lightly bowed, then giving him a warm smile.
The Queen nodded approvingly and shifted her eyes, gaining both attention from her husband and her son.
"This," she started, "is Kinomoto Sakura. She is visitng us from a nearby kingdom and will be staying with us until after the party of my next birthday."
Sakura stood silently and perfectly still, waiting for the King's approval. The King looked at her from head to toe, inspecting her attire for flaws. Though she did not enjoy it, she could not protest it either. Finally, the King cleared his throat and looked up at Sakura.
"And my dear, which kingdom are you from?"
"Phalluna, your majesty." Sakura responded automatically. Her voice was calm and proper. This was her test and she must not fail. She could not disappoint the queen, nor can she disappoint herself. Too much was at stake and one of it was her life.
Staring at the king, she noticed his stern cold hard look. He features seemed gentle, but his eyes were piercing. He seemed to ponder at her answer, obviously thinking if the kingdom she was from was appropriate enough and to his liking. After what seemed to be forever, he slowly nodded with an answer, "Very well, a servant will show you to your chambers shortly. I will send for one immediately."
With that said, he rose, waved a hand in gesture, as if to dismiss her and walked towards the door, followed by three other servants who trailed behind like trained dogs. The Queen shortly followed, but before leaving, she whispered gently into Sakura's ear. "Well done dear, meet me tomorrow. I will send for someone to fetch you."
Sakura nodded and stood where she was until everyone had left. Well, almost everyone. The only person who was left was him. Of course she knew who it was. She felt his gaze on her and she was too afraid to look him in the eyes. His gaze too was piercing, yet she was tempted to look at him, to ask him if he approved, to perhaps tell him of his mother's scheme.
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Syaoran cursed silently beneath his breath throughout the entire introduction. A whole line of oaths and obscenities was excelled in one single breath as he watched the scene before him. This magnificaent angel who was standing before him was dressed in such beauty. Her light blue gown was so exquisite, it sent shivers down his back. His loins ached at the exposed skin at her nape and he moaned inwardly at the ravishing looks she radiated. She was so elegant, he couldn't believe it was the same girl he had met the day before. She was pretty before, but now, he didn't know what to think. His inner instincts told him to g forward, to embrace this beautiful chit within his arms and kiss her with all he had, yet at the same time, he struggled from doing so, afraid that it might actually happen. For now he would have to wait, but she was so very tempting standing innocently there.
After hearing the first few words spoken, a sudden thought struck his mind. When he had first met her, was she not a servant? Then if she was, then why was she here? Before the King, dressed in such elegant clothing and such a way that sent his mind reeling with lust. Was she perhaps in disguise then? To fool him perhaps? To torture him with such urge and want? This was indeed preposterous, wanton even. There was no way it could be, and to make sure, he was going to find out.
After the last servant had finally left the premises, he kept his gaze on her. Drinking in her image, and memorizing her features, trying to take in every little delicate detail of her gown and how slender she looked in it. Though she would not look at him, he watched with a questioning gaze. Of course she would eventually have to. He was not leaving, and neither was she. Though her outer shell had changed, he could sense that her personality did not, which made it a bit too suspicious for him to consider.
Narrowing his eyes slightly, he finally spoke, "Would you care to explain what is going on?"
She slowly turned and looked up at him. My God! What he had to do to restrain himself from her. She was so delicate and pure, his fingers itched to hold her. His gut instantly tightened and it took all of his strength to stay focus and concentrate.
"I don't know what you're talking about m'lord." She spoke through forced words.
He gave her a short laugh, "I believe you do me dear. How else were you a servant and miraculously changed into such a ravishing creature? Perhaps you are fooling us for a beneficial purpose for your kingdom. What was it again? Phalluna?"
He spoke through such hard cold tones that it sent a shiver down her back. She quickly answered his accusation, "No, there is no deception..except where your father is concerned.."
Immediate anger rose to his face, "You mean to tell me you have been sent here to deceive my father?"
Shock and denial quickly appeared on Sakura's face, "No!" Before she was able to utter her response, he was already there, standing right in front of her, his hand tightly holding her wrist. Sakura winced at the pain it gave, but would not struggle free. She meekly shook her head, repeating her response, "No..no.."
Eyes narrowed to slits, he whispered threateningly into her ear. His voice was full of malice and cold. "My dear, if you ever try to hurt my family or this kingdom, you will wish you have never met me. Do you understand?"
Without waiting for a reply, he quickly strode out of the room and never glanced back. Sakura was left speechless and alone. She fell to her knees and buried her face in her hands. What just happened? Why did it happen? Why couldn't she just have told him the truth? She was so ignorant! Now the man who had looked at her with such kindness now hates her. No longer did he trust her. No longer did she have the trust she once gained from him. Her heart felt empty and void. She trembled inwardly, trying to keep her composure as calm as possible.
As the servant entered the room to escort her back to her given room, she followed slowly behind without a word. Once inside, she thanked him and went to the bed.
There she laid down, smothered her face into the pillows and wept.
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Well, that's about it. Yes, I know I changed the plot a whole lot, but I found it interesting and it keeps the readers in awe. The idea was a bit twisted and not at all what you think think when you read the first few chapters, but the surprise was a bit alright seeing as how boring this story was to me. I hope it wasn't too short, but somehow I couldn't think of anymore to write. Until I get the next chapter up, here's a short preview of what's in store.
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//Chapter 8// - Anger Arises Blind
Storming into his chamber, Syaoran slammed the door behind him with a loud thud. Blindly, he strode into the interior and yanked off his cloak, along with his black leather boots and tossed them in a pile on the ground. His armor and weapon followed shortly after.
How could he have been so ignorant and blind to her ploys? He hated himself for being so weak and so gullible. Scowling, he sat himself on his bed. After tossing away most of his garments, he was only clad in his white shirt and black trousers. He knew it wasn't the last time he would see her. He definitely knew that dinner was to be served in only a few hours and she was also to attend. He didn't like the idea, having to be in the same room with her and with others. Right now, he had a large tempting urge to wrap his hands over that slender neck of hers and wring it. Somehow she had managed such a convincing act to remove any suspicion that may have been noticed. She was good, but this time he was going to be more careful. It was impossible that his parents too, were so easily tricked by such a schoolroom chit. He didn't know what her plans were exactly, but he was going to find out, and he had to do it fast.
To him, she was now the enemy. His duty was to protect his family from harm, and if it meant he had to hurt her in the process, then so be it. It was hard to think of hurting such an innocent, she was so lovely and breath taking, but he had no other choice. If he didn't want to harm her, he would need to find another way to take care of the situation and makes sure she'll never return. He hated the fact that his feelings were such a big part of the situation. He hated how he wanted her and he hated the idea of having to hurt her while instead, he would pretty much want to bed her on the spot. It unnerved him, but he had to be in control. Thinking about her not only caused him more anger, it gave him feelings he didn't want to feel, ideas he didn't want to see. It was different before. He would've loved to do them all.
To court her, to woe her. It was a plan from the start. Something he would've done if his parents were not in the way. But now, everything had turned. There was no way he could do any of those enticing things for it may destroy his family. Thinking about the problem only caused his anger to rile. He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts, but even so, he could not remove the image of her from his mind. He was plagued by her gentle beauty and haunted by her body. His fingers itched to run them through her soft silky hair. To run them on her body and embrace her close. His lips burned from their last encounter and he wanted to feel her soft, moist lips on his again. No matter how hard he tried, it became even more difficult to forget that lovely creature.
"Damn her! Damnation!" He cursed loudly into the air, damning himself for wanting her, and damning her for making him want her.