Her blonde hair floated around her shoulders, almost imitating a halo, with soft peach colored flowers woven in. A soft pink dress fell down to her ankles, showing her feet were bare. Her skin was flawless, a soft ivory with rose tinted cheeks, beautiful blue/green eyes framed by long dark lashes. She had a graceful and innocent beauty around her, like an angel come down to grace the race of man. Her height of 5'2 made her even more endearing.
She walked through the halls of her home with a smile on her face. She glided silently down the stairs and turned towards the large glass doors that lead outside onto the veranda with the gardens beyond. She stepped outside, the cold air fluttering around her as she made her way to the gardens, her gardens. Walking amongst the roses that always bloomed no matter the time of year, their floral scent calming her as did the feeling of the grass between her toes.
Her father may not be the kindest man nor did he ever tell her that he loved her. Words were meaningless but her gardens served as a testimony to his affections. She had no mother, not that she wanted one. Her father was enough for her, in her own little paradise. In Charles Magnussen's kingdom she was the princess, why wish for more? Only she did. She wished for one thing. The beautiful man.
He was beautiful, with his raven black hair, dark brown eyes and a voice so silky even god would cry hearing it. Dark, tall, dominant, genius and oh so beautiful, he was everything she wanted in a man. She reached her summer house and sat down on the soft red cushions that contrasted with the soft cream paint. Her eyes closed and she allowed herself to be pulled into her memories from seven years ago.
Aria smiled as she ran towards the stairs to see her father. She had missed him greatly while he was away in Europe expanding his little threads. "Father your home..." She trailed off seeing he had company. Charles looked at his daughter, his eyes flashing briefly with worry as the man across from him turned around. Aria almost gasped.He was handsome no beautiful. With black hair, brown eyes and a smile that could disarm the devil. His eyes ran along her, studying what he saw. Aria was a tiny little wisp wearing a soft blue dress that fell to her knees with white flowers intertwined in her soft blonde hair. However even at 13 you could see the beauty she would become. His smile widened and Aria blushed, her cheeks turning a soft red."My my Charles what a little beauty you have hidden away." He spoke. His voice was beautiful, deep and husky in his Irish brogue. Charles nodded as the man continued "Daddy likes." Aria's eyes widened slightly and the man gestured for her to come closer. She did so while still studying his face. "Now what's your name Kitten?" Aria looked down, playing with the hem of her light blue dress. "Aria, Aria Bella." The man's smile widened. "Aria Bella." He spoke slowly, as if he was tasting her name. "Run along little kitten I'm afraid me and your father have business." The man dismissed her and Aria inclined her head and ran outside into her garden.
She never did learn his name but ever since that day he stayed fresh in her mind. Her father never mentioned him and she knew better than to ask. Besides she would probably never see him while in her little kingdom. She never left the house or grounds nor did she want to. Here she was adored and never judged. She could be as childish as she wished no one would mind.
When she met the man she was 13 now she was 20. As a child she assumed when the man called himself Daddy he was referencing he had a child now... Now she knew better. And she loved it.
Daddy Dominant. She felt a flush of heat travel through her. God the idea turned her on beyond belief. She knew she was a little, he had activated that. Before she was just innocent now she wanted to be his. She wanted to find the man, to learn his name and to wrap her thighs around his waist while crying out in pleasure for her Daddy.
Aria blushed, almost embarrassed by her thoughts. She had never even been kissed, the man was clearly older than her by at least 10 years. He probably had women falling at his feet everyday, she was nothing special. Just a little girl clinging to a memory and the idea of what would never be.
"Aria my flower!" Her fathers voice sliced through her thoughts and she smiled quickly getting to her feet and running towards her only family. She raced passed the bushes and there he was with a soft smile of his own.
Her father cut an intimidating figure, tall and broad with glasses that framed his ice cold eyes. He had short, nearly cropped hair and beard with high cheekbones along with a defined jawline. He opened his arms and Aria happily ran into them "Father you have returned! And on Christmas!" Aria cried, her voice filled with joy.
"Well I had to give my flower her present." Her father chuckled and he grasped her hand gently leading her inside where it was warm. The servants had lit the fire and let a large mug of hot chocolate out for her. She sat on the white leather sofa her father next to her. He smiled producing a red box, with a gold bow stuck on the lid.
"Merry Christmas flower." Aria opened the box and smiled. Inside was a beautiful silver necklace with a large blue diamond in the shape of a rose. She lifted it out the box and gave it to her father before turning lifting up her blonde locks. He placed the necklace around her dainty neck and clasped it gently. The diamond sat in the hollow of her throat glittering against her pale skin.
"Its... It's so beautiful." She finally whispered and Charles chuckled "Only the best." He replied. They sat in a comfortable silence, Aria drinking her hot chocolate as her father gazed into the fire. It was at times like this Aria almost forgot just how insanely dangerous her father could be, how much of a genius he was. She didn't of course but sometimes she liked to pretend he wasn't, if not for a moment of pure peace.
Her fathers phone chimed and he pulled it out his pocket reading the text. "Flower I need you to go upstairs and stay there no matter what. Remember what I told you if anything happens to me?" Aria's eyes widened. "Father..." She trailed off and he gave her a stern look. "Go to the office, grab the red box in the third cupboard, take out the phone and ring the devil. Tell the first person my surname, tell the second Et INTERMINOR, flos populos in custodiam divisa. Someone will then come." She recited and her father nodded.
"Go now my flower." Aria quickly took her mug and empty present box before flying up the stairs to her room. A few minutes later she heard people entering and voices. She only heard one name Sherlock Holmes. It went quiet for several minutes then helicopters arrived outside. She ducked looking out her window to see her father stood with two men. He was flicking one in the eye while talking to the other, the one he spoke to had dark curly hair. She slowly opened her window to see the curly haired man pull a gun on her father.
"I'm a high functioning sociopath! Do your research!" He spoke before shooting her father. Aria covered her mouth, muffling her screams as men descended from the helicopters arresting the man. She began sobbing, holding her hands against her mouth. Her father. Her wonderful, caring father was dead. Killed in front of her by that man.
She then heard voices in the house and swallowed back her tears. She could grieve later she had a task. Quiet as a mouse she crept into her fathers office, took the red box, opened it and grabbed the sleek black phone. Entering in the passcode she opened up the contacts to only see one named Devil. She pressed it and brought the phone to her ear.
"Who is speaking?" A female asked and Aria spoke as confidently as she could. "Magnussen." The woman paused for a second "I'll put you through." The phone beeped then she heard breathing. She took a deep breath and recited as clearly as she could but her voice still shook. "Et INTERMINOR, flos populos in custodiam divisa." The breathing stopped before a voice like silk danced into her ear "On the way kitten."