Sorry about the chapter title mix up. I had absolutely no one to teach me how to download stuff, but now I got the hand of things, so it's all good.
Suing me is like voting for Bush: I might look and sound nice but when you get to know me, I got shit.
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He let a growl of frustration, slamming the door to his study in an angry bang. The little bitch was being difficult and he didn't have the time for that. No, he could find other ways to get it out of her. But part of him didn't want to hurt any patch of flesh on her skin. How her innocent beauty stunned him, enough to regret his actions on her that lead her to his hold. But he had other things to worry about.
"Your Highness?" asked that insufferable maid that acted as if every word spoken to her was a blow. He felt no need to deal with her now.
"Not now!" he ordered; he heard the breath of intake on the other side of the door.
"It's just that, the princess is refusing to eat," the girl said, the words trembling.
"Damn it!" he hit his desk in anger. Did she want to get whipped? But he had no time for her childish games.
"Just keep the food outside her food. The wench will opt for it when the pains of starvation get to her," the maid shifted away, her arms holding on to the tray laden with food.
Slumping into his chair, Endymion tried to get his mind off the captivating princess occupying the room doors away from his study. Oh, how he wanted to run his hands down her skin, so white that it made the snow seem dirty. And her, flaxen strands of silk that glowed under the light. But it was her eyes, so bright, so deep, that made him want to surrender to her. No matter how mean he seemed, he had fallen in love with her on that significant meeting when his brother died.
He could see it in her eyes, her face that Nikil's death looked as if it were Endymion's fault. Though he did not blame that assumption, it was not true. But there was plenty of evidence to believe it was.
Serenity was to be engaged to him, not Nikil. Endymion had never laid eyes on the princess, but he knew of her, her beauty and the kindness she shed like the breath out of her tiny body. The marriage had been arranged by her parents before their death. When the summer palace, where the king and queen were staying, was ransacked, the only one left with the knowledge was Nikil. Unbeknownst to him, Endymion had eavesdropped on the conversation by mistake when they came to the castle, adjourning into Nikil's study.
Endymion could see the envy in his older brother's eyes. His own fiancé was presumed dead when the ship carrying her and her royal court disappeared into the sea. And unlike Endymion, Nikil had glimpsed the princess when he ventured to their lands, hoping to create a treaty ending the wars that had started since their ancestors roamed the earth.
So when the news from their neighboring country reached them, Nikil took it into his own hands to change the engagement including him, and denying his little brother what was rightly his.
But he had no mind to tell Serenity this. After he was through with her, he would return her back to her lands, for she would never accept the commitment hat was made for them. No, she would never want him. He could only count on one thing: her stubbornness. Seeing as how she didn't plan on breaking down and complying with his wish, she would remain in his keeping for a very long time. The thought warmed him.
Nevertheless it also enraged him. Feelings aside, he needed to get what she had. There was no way of getting it except making her a prisoner with her very own Lucifer watching over her with avid interest. This thought also warmed him. Finally a chance to gaze at the one thing denied of him. Things could've been different if they had just married, but no, his idiot brother had to intervene with his own passions bettering his mind. Always the fool.
It constantly infuriated him when his uncle always favored his brother over him. After the death of their parents, one many believe to be his doing, their father's brother, Michel, became the sovereign until Nikil came of age to take the throne. And during that time, Nikil was raised as a messiah, sent down to their country to help them win the war with the monarchy that fought them so hideously.
He knew Nikil had no chance to fulfill that kind of expectation. Too busy burying himself in the bosoms of the country girls to notice the distress all around us. And while their uncle tended to every whim Nikil seemed to have, Endymion dived into books concerning government and the laws that governed their daily life.
Endymion wanted to prepare for something that might never come. But the thought of ruling excited him. He made plans that would gradually increase and better their agriculture, economy, and what their uncle called "minor problems." That's what it was to them, minor problems, when it depended on the troubles of the villages. Peasant riots, unsolved deaths, all this was left out in the open, with no one coming to help.
This never saw the light when theirs uncle died with Serenity's parents. One of his trips' to convince the king and queen that Nikil was the better choice for Serenity, not Endymion who will not rule like Serenity will. What better idea then have two future heirs join?
He always wondered why this didn't come to be. Nikil's bride was dead, so position for open for another. All Endymion had to his name were the titles of prince and Duke. Never would he ascend to the throne for Nikil's children would lay first claim before he ever could.
Thus, began the rumors of foul play when Nikil's horse dragged him for miles before the guards caught up with it. Yes, Endymion's horse was tethered next to his, but the fault was on one the rider. Never gentle, Nikil treated his horses like farmers treated poachers.
With the visit a day away, Endymion tried to convince is oblivious brother that the horse could take no added abuse. One more kick or pull and the horse would lose it. Again, he thought of nothing but what he could fuck. And seeing as how Blue was the most magnificent stallion of their set, she had to be ridden. Gallop in grace, Nikil's motto for life. What a dim idiot he grew up to be.
And now, here he was, in close vicinity of his clueless fiancé and breaths away from getting what he wanted. If not were his dedication, he would barge into her room and take her as much as he wanted, reveling in what his brother never had. Oh, the feeling it would give him!
Her ravishment would allow their marriage to be as previously planned oh so long ago.
"I don't want it!" screeched a woman, echoing through the hall and bouncing off his door.
Stalking to the door and swinging it open, he saw before him a scene he did expect.
Serenity pressed against the wall while the tiny maid passed food from a tray to an older one who was trying to shove it into the princess's protesting mouth. A guard was standing by, watching, just in case she ran.
"Your Highness must eat to keep your strength up," reasoned the older maid.
"I want to die! Let me be!" she did a high kick, knocking away the tray, the food spilling all over the carpet.
"What is this madness?" questioned an amused Endymion.
His voice came as a huge surprise as all turned their heads toward him and stopped what they were doing.
"Your Highness," the guard addressed, bowing. The maids curtsied, keeping their heads down 'til he said otherwise.
"Well?" he walked closer, his eyes on Serenity. Wiping away the crumbs from her chin, she defiantly stared him down, not answering.
"Sire, Lydia feared for Her Highness's health so she came up to see if she could remedy that," spoke the young maid.
"And?" he asked pointedly at the one called Lydia. Her wrinkled face showed no fear of a man all had reason to.
"Your Highness, I was only able to get slices of rum bread into the princess," her eyes seemed tired from her task and Endymion excused them all but telling the young one to bring up a fresh tray of food.
"Yes, Your Highness," within seconds, they were gone.
"Do you want to make me angry?" he faced her again, his eyes silently raking over her body. Clothed in only a flimsy sheath of silk, she was open to all who had eyes. This angered him as he remembered the guard who made no secret of his enjoyment.
"I don't care what you are, just as long as I'm not near you. Because seeing as how I'm not going to bestow anything to you, I have no wish to see you," she crossed her arms over her chest, bringing their plumpness into view. If he could only drop a kiss there…
"Don't order me around in my own home, so I'll take none from you. You, however, have to. Let's go," he grabbed her arm when the maid came back and followed the pair back to her room.
Setting down the tray, Endymion dismissed her and closed the door. Serenity got away from him as far as she could. Standing on the other side of the bed, she rubbed away the harshness he put on her forearm.
"I never gave you permission to lay one finger on me," she said in disgust, like the thought of him doing so was repulsive.
"I'll do as I like," he smirked again, that cruel, evil smirk. Picking up a bowl of bean curd, he walked to her, going around the bed and in front of her slowly, like a lion watching its prey.
"Get away from me," she said in a low whisper, hoping he would listen.
"You have to eat. If you don't, you leave me no choice but to feed you like the child that you are," lifting the spoon, he held it before her mouth, waiting for her to open them.
No," she protested, shaking her head. Walking backwards until she bumped into the nightstand, Serenity had no choice but to obey.
"There you go, just like the obedient little princess you were taught to be," his voice soothed, with each scoop softly forced past her delicate lips.
Their rosy hue distracted Endymion from his task at hand, almost dropping the spoon when they widely opened for the next bite; he imagined them opening for him. It confused him, knowing that this young girl, a woman in body but not mind, made him feel like this.
He couldn't let the princess know of his feelings or the bond might've shared had it not been for his brother. No, better to keep her in the dark, he thought morosely as he continually fed the beautiful princess when all he wanted to do was grab her and kiss her until the sun died away.
"Endymion?" questioned a small voice, breaking him away for his trance on the goddess before him. All the damage she could cause him!
"Huh? What?" he looked at her, seeing the confusion on her face and looked down when she gestured toward the bowl. It was empty; he had been feeding her air.
"Oh, sorry," strange how this little creature made him utter words he never had in his whole life.
Leaning across the bed, he brought with him the tray and set it down, pointing to the space next to it for Serenity to sit.
"I don't want to eat anymore," she whined, forgetting the fact that she was speaking to her captor.
"How will you be able to fight me when you are too weak?" he asked her, knowing he was right, no matter how wicked he seemed.
"Bastard," she muttered under her breath but Endymion caught it. He didn't know if he should laugh at her or strike her 'till she bled. Oh how this girl changed him into a man he knew not of! But he knew right then that he would never lay a hand on her; that didn't mean others couldn't when she misbehaved enough to get a beating.
While his hand was busy feeding the reluctant princess seated beside him, all he could concentrate on was her face. With her long blonde hair loose, hanging down like rippling curtains, she played the image of an innocent virgin so well. Pale freckles peppered her cheeks and over the bridge of her petite nose. With baby blue eyes and elfin ears, she looked like a goddess, the kind he always imagined her to be when it seemed that all she was, belonged to him.
At one moment, he knew he had to kiss her, even if she objected; she was his during her time at his castle, he had free roam.
The spoon clattered onto the silver tray when he lost balance. She looked at him in surprise. With wide eyes, she watched as he leaned forward. Quick as fire, she held up her hands against his chest, fending him off.
"No," she feared that this would come to pass. Men never failed her assumption. It was always the same when visiting royals came to her palace. Itching fingers, that's what it seemed to her in the dark of night or the twirling daze in a ballroom.
"Afraid I'll do more?" he mocked, knowing full well that it was not impossible. In fact, he was hoping for it.
"But-"she didn't know what to say. Didn't he hate her? Could evil find company in pleasure other humans found to their liking? She heard rumors of men like him, men not like them, who passed their time killing the innocent and torturing the brave.
To now think that his hands were the cause of many girls crying in agony as he ravished them, it disgusted her. Each finger tip probably had a story, the names of the girls who were nothing more but that.
Roughly pulling her to him until she was splayed atop his lap, her forearms wrapped with Endymion's steel hands. She whimpered in pain and fear. Without her knowing, he released one arm but it went to cup the back of her head and crashed it down to his lips, crushing them in blind fury.
Without meaning to, he punished her lips as all his anger bore down on him. His brother's betrayal, the lies that plagues his name, the love he would never know.
"Endy-"she managed to speak out in between breaths but he silenced her again, wrapping his arms around her body until every inch of her touched him.
Even with tears raining down her face, she partly reveled in the feelings she experienced as his hands began to roam all over her. Still trapped in his hold, she nonetheless tried to struggle out, hoping he would get the hint and give up. No way would she give herself to him.
"Please, don't do this!" she cried as his lips found interest on her throat. Stifling a moan, she struggled on.
"If I don't get what I planned on getting, I might as well amuse myself with other…doings," he growled in her ear before kissing her again, this time with lust and need.
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Hope this plzes the masses. Kinda had a block with no way to end the chapter. This is because I'll be leaving on Saturday 25th and won't be back till the 28th. But I wanted to make sure I loaded a new chappy to keep you guys salivating for more when I come back.
Preview for the next chapter: Endymion still doesn't get what he wants but ends up getting, well, you-know-what from a not so happy Serenity. Kinda rough love scene. No rape but if it gives off the frill of it, well then let's just say it was my intention. Stay beautiful ppl :)
"Let not the words of others distract you to where you are going"