I was expecting day one to be filled with beatings or something, but nothing happened. I spent the day locked in my room trying not to focus on my gnawing hunger. I doodled on a note pad that was in the nightstand, while singing random songs I knew. After several pages of abstract art, I ended up drawing a half abstract Aro. There were hints of whimsical patterns, but most were rigid designs. In the foreground there large gears that framed him. It seemed to represent him enough, but his knowing smirk and insane gaze wasn't nearly as breathtaking. By the time I finished the piece, it was well into the night so I put it underneath the other doodles than went to sleep.

Day two was mostly full of the same thing until about midday. A soft knock on the door drew my attention. After a couple seconds a model looking woman walked in. She was wearing a tight red, strapless dress that showed off her breasts and legs. Her long black hair was pinned to her head with curls coming down around one side of her shoulder. She had the typical model build. Her black heals gave her a couple inches on me. Looking at me up and down, she made a slightly disapproving face. My hair was brushed but I never bothered changing since night one. I gave her a scowl. She should just count her blessings that I was wearing the pants right now, or she would've fainted from revulsion.

"You have 10 minutes to dress appropriately," she muttered.

I disliked her as soon as she waltzed in. She was a naïve human who thought she could get immortality just because she's pretty. Superiority was a key trait of hers which wasn't surprising. "Where am I going?"

"You will see." She rolled her eyes at me impatiently.

"Who will I be seeing?" I cut her off before she could make snarky replay. "I swear to God if you don't give a straight answer, I'll smack all that pretty makeup off your face." I was in no mood to freaking deal with this right now. I've actually fainted once yesterday which was embarrassing, even if no one saw, I'm antsy from being cooped up in a room for so long, and I'm nervous about what lies in store. Although I probably looked like hell, my threat seemed to get through to her.

Her eyes widened and she took a step back. "You will be seeing Master Marcus."

I nodded then went to the bathroom to freshen up. Marcus might be offended by my clothing, but I felt that he would understand. Walking out, I put on the fluffy slippers and stared her down. "Ready."

"That is not proper attire," she scoffed.

"Did he specifically say what I needed to wear?"

"…No."

"Didn't think so. I don't want to put on a dress right now because I feel clammy and gross, and don't even mention those heals. I'm ready to pass out already so I don't need the added worry of breaking an ankle." At that she put her hands on her hips than shook her head.

"Fine, don't look your best for him. I hope you realize how disrespectful you are." She turned and walked out with a fast pace. It was hard to keep up. The edges of my vision started blacking out here and there so I slowed down. Noticing that she was losing me she sighed impatiently, but matched my pace.

"I heard about you having these fainting spells. You've gone without food what, two days? No one passes out because of that. You caused a lot of hard workers here to die because of your prima donna tendencies," She shot me a dirty look that successfully got under my skin.

"Pity you weren't one of them, but it makes sense for you to be spared since only hard workers died." She was ready to "lay down the law" on me but I cut her off. "Can't we just walk in silence? I have a headache." I ignored her venomous glare and continued to follow as she worked her way through the maze like halls. After what felt like hours of tense silence, she stopped abruptly.

"Go to the end of the hall then go right- it's the third door down. May I just say that you deserve whatever cruel thing they have in store for you?" To her annoyance I just shrugged while shuffling away.

When I turned to the long hallway I saw a blood red door with a well-designed 'C' marked on it. Dear God are these the king's bedrooms? I wasn't expecting Marcus to be the one to rape and kill me. Honestly it seemed odd to think of any them having a sexual attraction to me. I mean hello? I'm not society's vision of beauty by any means. Not like their human workers. After a while of trudging down the hallway, I stop to brace myself against a wall. Ugh, why the hell did Marcus's room have to be at the end of this mile long nightmare!? It was getting really difficult to stay up, I felt like I was being rocked by waves of water.

Not too far away from me, a black door with a golden designed 'A' swung open and out came the awe inspiring Aro. He turned to me and gave a large excited grin.

"Ah, if it isn't our lovely flower Amaryllis! I thought it smelled delicious around here. Oh dear are you okay?" My eyes drank him in while I held my breath. He wore only a black button up and slacks that highlighted his nearly translucent skin. His smile widened.

"See something you like?" He chuckled when he saw that he rattled me.

"I was summoned by Marcus," I said ignoring his question.

Aro frowned slightly. "Too bad. I was hoping to be the first to get you alone. Ah well…" he backed away and offered his arm, "… let me escort you to my brother at the very least my dearest." I froze for a moment which seemed to displease him. His voice held edge and his eyes gave a deadly warning. "Will you reject my help? When Marcus offered his hand, you were more than willing to take it, and at that point you weren't near fainting," after a moment of me not responding he continued, "Ah, I get it. He's your favorite. Maybe you're going to offer to warm his bed in exchange for a meal? I didn't expect you…" Before he could finish, I took his arm and leaned my weight against him.

"What is it with everyone grating on my nerves today?" I shake my head in frustration as we started walking. "I only paused because I expected you would prefer to stand back and watch me struggle down the hall. Now I see that it would make more sense for you to offer help. Adds to my embarrassment." At my outburst, his mood drastically lightened, which made my frown deepen. "I don't know what you're so happy about. I'm not going to be a lot of fun to murder if I pass out every five seconds."

Now he was laughing! At first I shot daggers at him, but his smile seemed so genuine in that moment that I was dumbstruck. It was hard to stay mad at that. "By the way, if I was planning on seducing him, I wouldn't have worn the pants with the shirt," I half-heartedly argued.

"Oh, I don't believe I would've let you get passed my room if you were dressed like that." I tried very hard to not show how his words affected me, but I felt him tense slightly.

"I'm doubtful that you mean that Master Aro." A low growl came from him, which got me even more aroused. "Darling, it has taken every ounce of my power to not throw you on my bed. Your scent is intoxicating." I looked up at him, blushing in mortification that he knew what he was doing to me. He glanced down at me sideways before looking forwards. His pitch black eyes got me in ways I cared to not admit. It was a seductive fantasy for any of the three of them to crave me.

Thankfully we reached Marcus's midnight blue door. The golden 'M' glinted as it opened. There stood Marcus in an old fashioned puffy black V neck shirt and pants. He glared at Aro, who responded with a bright smile.

"I told you to leave her alone," his uninterested tone was tinged with anger.

"Well I couldn't just let her walk this hallway by herself. Look at her! The poor thing can barely stand on her own two feet." I rolled my eyes.

"King Aro everyone- the hero of the century," I muttered making Aro chuckle.

"I don't believe I've ever been described as a hero. How sweet of you to view me as such my dear."

"I was being sarcastic."

"Isn't she immaculate? Even when she's weak, the girl still has so much fire." Aro is making leaps and bounds on my shit list. He turned to me, black eyes glinting with masterful schemes. "Ah well, it was a pleasure to talk to you Amaryllis. In these past few moments, you have changed my upcoming plans for your punishment drastically. Your right, my dearest, about you needing to eat. I don't want you to pass out on me so soon." I widened my eyes as his words fully sank in. He tilted my head to the side and then bent down to peck my cheek. Than he gave Marcus a look and flited away, leaving me breathless and concerned.

"I apologize. I should have been the one to escort you." Marcus offered me his arm and we walked inside. I understood why the doors were so far apart now. His "room" was basically a decent sized ranch style house. He led me to one of the large couches that sat across the roaring fireplace. I saw a couple entrances leading to other sections of the place which I was curious to explore. I found myself wanting to know more about this man. Once he sat me down, he moved to the couch opposite me. In the middle of us was a large carved coffee table that held a red stained leather book. It looked to be centuries old. He crossed his legs and sat straight up looking at the book in front of us. Awkwardness grew as minutes ticked by. The room sort of had that romantic level of lighting that I've seen in restaurants. I loved that dim atmosphere usually, but right now I wanted the sun's light to wash over the room so I could see everything.

The antsy feelings from earlier has at least doubled since sitting down. Am I supposed to say something? He seemed uncomfortable. His eyes kept travelling to the book. "You can read if you'd like. I mean, you don't need me to tell you that obviously. I just mean that I won't be offended if you…read." God shoot me before I keep rambling. He didn't say anything, but he did pick up the book. I watched him as he lazily started reading page after page. Looking towards the fireplace I noticed something that took my breath away.

On the wall above the pit of fire, was an enchanting Goddess of a woman. She had long black hair, old fashioned clothing that hung off her delicate curves, wide red eyes, and full lips that framed a joyous smile. My mouth gaped open at how marvelous she was. She looked so happy.

"Didyme was her name."

"What happened to her?" I whispered.

"She was murdered," his usual tone held a sorrow that broke me down. My heart was bleeding for this man. She was the reason he is this shell of a person, this nothingness drifting through life.

"Who killed her?" I couldn't completely stop my words from having an edge to them.

He seemed a bit shocked. Putting his book on his lap he regarded me carefully. "I don't know."

"When did she die?"

"Over 2,000 years ago."

He looked so pitiful. Why the hell do I care so much for him? "You've been waiting for death, haven't you?" I whispered. My eyes searched his but all I could see was an empty man. Instantly he was in front of me, wiping away tears that I didn't realize fell.

"Why do you weep child?"

I could barely contain a sob. I hated myself for being so open in front of a stranger. "I can see how empty you are with loss. I…don't know why but I want to see you happy. I don't know how you have managed through life like this for so long." He sat down on the couch and pulled me to his lap. He cradled me, but I didn't let myself choke up again. Gently, he nuzzled himself into my hair.

""Have you ever lost someone?"

I leaned back to look him in the eyes. "Yes, I have lost several in battle…" glancing away I sighed, "…but I still have my reason for living."

"Your daughter," he tested.

I smiled. "Yes, she is my everything. I thought I lost her once. Her father rushed to me and told me she disappeared, but there was a lot of her own blood on the floor. In that moment everything seemed to move forward but me. My friends and enemies were still fighting, while I just sat there on the ground. Then I snapped. Nothing mattered more than torturing the ones responsible. I was about to kill everything in sight, until I felt her small hand grasp my own. Her beautiful face was bruised and there was a gash in her head, but she told me she was okay," tearing up again I shook my head slightly, "Good thing for them that she came back to me, otherwise they would still be suffering- now and forever."

Marcus's hands absent-mindedly caressed my back. I felt so relaxed and comfortable with him. The logical part of my brain was chastising me for opening up to him like this but it felt so right. I was so confused. Why was I acting like this? I don't usually share this stuff. Second prominent question is why the hell is one of the three kings treating me like this?

"If she did die, do you think you end up like me?" I tilted my head at his question, and considered it seriously. After a couple minutes I responded.

"No, I don't believe I would end up like you. I wouldn't ever move on fully from losing her and for a long time I would feel apathetic towards everything, but I couldn't stay that way for as long as you. My daughter would want me to be happy," I chuckled slightly, "I can just picture her wagging her little finger at me as a spirit, telling me to stop being so mopey. As difficult as it would be, I would make myself feel again…for her."

I blushed as he gave me a tiny smile. "You are stronger than me. Didyme would've like you." Well considering I was currently on her husband's lap, I sincerely doubted his statement, but I didn't voice that thought allowed.

"What was she like?" His eyes seemed to light up slightly at my question.

"She had the ability to make those around her happy. She loved exploring and meeting new people. During her time alive, everyone that knew her, loved her." I smiled a bit. That sounds like someone who would be perfect for him.

"What is your daughter like?"

"She has boundless energy and loves trying new things. She's quite a handful sometimes. Her abilities make it real easy for her to be a trouble maker. She is bold, and isn't afraid to speak her mind," I gave a full grin as countless memories flooded my mind. "I'm proud that she got her father's fun loving side. Although I enjoy a party here and there, I'm more of a wall flower myself. He was always the one that brought the fun to the group. She's the same way."

His body tensed. "Sounds like you love him." I stared at him confused. Was he jealous?

"Yes, of course I love him," his grip tightened and he narrowed his eyes. I don't understand his frustration, but I wanted nothing more than to calm him down. "I don't love him like that! We raised her and went through a lot together, but I never felt any romantic feelings towards him. That whole situation is…complicated."

Oh my God, I needed to shut up before I gush about everything. What the hell is wrong with me? "Can you please read to me?"

He looked ready to say something, but thankfully thought against it. Still cradling me, Marcus bent over to pick up the discarded book. "You can read in whatever language you're comfortable with. I just want to hear you speak." I was embarrassed at that admittance but his small smile was worth it. Time seemed to slow as his soothing voice wrapped around words I couldn't understand. I decided to conclude that the reason for everything that had just happened was because I was in a weakened state.

I nearly fell asleep when I felt a tug at my heart. It made me feel sick. I moved my gaze back up at the gorgeous woman that I could never compare too with a question on my tongue.

"Are Caius and Aro married?"

"Yes."

"They love their wives?"

"…Yes."

And now I felt like the biggest fucking idiot on the planet. Of course they were married, and of course they loved them. If I had eaten before, I might've been throwing up right now. A fire went through the back of my neck, burning my mind. Their wives were probably just as perfect for them as Didyme was for Marcus. How could I have any notion that any of them desired me? Even if they did, I was just a passing fancy. No. Any farfetched fantasy I had about them before, was demolished now. I wanted to be obsessed over and required a type of loyalty that was unachievable. They would never want me like that, even if they did, they have wives. I bet that they are just as beautiful as the one in the painting too.

I struggled out of his grasp and plopped to the other end of the couch. My head was swimming. Damnit I need something to eat. He tried to hold on to my shoulder, but I shrugged him off. I couldn't stay awake any longer. My last thought was a curse to myself for passing out.