6. Gods

A golden haired god has kidnapped me and taken me hostage. I suppose I should be scared but yet, I'm not. He looked so innocent laying on the silken bed, but no godly man would share a bed with a stranger. I couldn't wrap my mind around it, but I kind of wanted to lay back down next to him. It was a blasphemous thought, but it was beyond tempting, until reality hit me in the face again. Why didn't he wake me last night? Did he find my sister? Was she okay?

Sometime during my mental break the golden god started to stir. He groaned as he stretched out until he faced her and greeted her.

''Morning.'' He smiled sleepily. He looked like he had just slept for the first time in ages.

She just nodded. He was shirtless, and while his back was lean and tight, his chest was hard. Now she knew why she felt like she was cooking to death in his arms. He was solid, raw muscle which obviously meant his body temperature would be elevated to sustain such a level of hotness. He was too much man for her. She didn't deserve to be in his bed or his arms, but yet how could she turn a walking god like him down?

''You're awake.'' He smirked half heartedly at her.

''I am. Did you, you know, find her?'' She asked warily, afraid to receive an answer she didn't want to hear.

His half smile slipped from his face and was replaced with a look of sympathy.

''We couldn't find her or anyone who has seen her.'' He answered.

''Oh.'' She looked down with a long look on her face.

''We will keep looking for her. Something will come up.'' He tried reassuring her.

''Yeah.'' She nodded haplessly.

''Come here.'' He pulled her into a hug. "Every thing is going to be alright.'' he held her tight against his bare chest and kissed her forehead gently. For a moment Lucy felt safe in his arms as his hot skin kept the cold morning chill away and his perfectly chiseled muscles secured her in his grasp, even if she was sure her heart was going to beat out of her chest. His bare skin was touching her and that was enough to awaken sensations in parts of her body that she had never felt before. His parts were only separated from her parts by only a few layers of clothing. In that same moment she forgot that he wasnt just some man, but rather the King of England of whom she was getting cozy with. If this ever went any farther rumor would surely spread about the affair or expectation that she would indeed marry the king.

That jolting thought alone was enough to make her come to her senses and she left his embrace. She has work to do. Ignoring her job for one day was enough, two was pushing it.

''Uh, um.'' She awkwardly cleared her throat. ''I need to go, I do have a job to attend.'' She stated clearly and calmly.

''You work for me now, I thought.''

''Well, I suppose I do but I have other customers I took on long before I agreed to be your tailor.'' She argued.

''Of course. Well at least let me get you something to eat.'' He said, grabbing the shirt that was draped over a nearby chair.

''That would be lovely.'' She agreed, because let's be real, no one wants to tell him no. He slipped on the old tan shirt, much to her disappointment then lead her down to the kitchen where cooks were already preparing food. He snagged a couple apples, a pastry, and a slice of bacon. He turned and handed her an apple and a pastry while he began chewing on the slice of bacon. She thanked him and the cook before making her way to the entrance of the castle while Arthur followed alongside her. As she approached the doors Arthur stopped her and turned to her with a meaningful look. ''I have my best people working in this, we will find your sister.''

''Thank you Sir, your dedication is greatly appreciated.'' She thanked him thoroughly, remembering that he was in fact the King, and probably had larger concerns than her sister.

''But, until she is found, I would like you to stay here in the castle. I will arrange a room for you.'' He sincerely offered.

''I appreciate your offer, but I assure you I will be fine in my own home.'' She politely declined. Living in the castle was not a luxury she had earned, surely there were more prestigious people in the kingdom than her.

''I wasn't making a suggestion. You will stay in one of our rooms until your sister is found. I will not have you go missing too.'' He said quite seriously.

''Oh.'' She said simply. How do you tell the King of England, the long lost heir, Arthur Pendragon, rightful wielder of the mighty sword Excalibur, no? That's right, you don't. You nod your head and do as your told.

''But I am not some monster, nor do I intend to keep you locked up in this castle forever. Please just, come back before it gets dark.'' He asked rather sincerely. It took her off guard, almost as if he had real feelings for someone he didn't even know. They had barely shared an entire conversation and Lucy had already found herself waking up in his bed. what was next? Children before marriage? Ew. No.

Shaking her head of her daydream, she answered him. ''Yes, I suppose I could do that. But only because I like your cook's delicious food. It reminds me of Mary's cooking. She was good at it, and I never was.''

''I will ensure that you are well taken care of.''

''Thank you sir.''

''I will see you tonight then.'' He smiled opening the door for her.

''Yes.'' She smiled and waved then made her way to the dress shop to get some much needed work done.

After a few hours of finishing the intricate details to several items Lucy decided she needed a break. She couldn't stop thinking about her sister and where she could have gone. Her sister had never done something like this before, leaving her with a terrible feeling.

Needing to sort her thoughts Lucy decided to go out for a walk. She wandered through town, eventually finding herself at the pier. The water seemed to call her name. It was dark, deep, and mysterious. As the waves crashed against the shores, Lucy could feel the surging power of the water. There was a storm brewing, you could feel the tension in the air.

''Hey there Luce!" Brooke suddenly yelled out of no where. Startled, Lucy jumped and turned to face her friend.

''Hey Brooke.'' Lucy smiled.

''So what's going on? Where has Mary been?'' The girl asked innocently.

''Actually, I don't know. We had an argument the other day and I haven't seen her since.'' Lucy revealed painfully.

''Why didn't you tell us sooner? Where is she?'' Brooke panicked. It wasn't normal for Mary to just disappear like this.

''I don't know, nobody knows apparently.'' Lucy replied, defeat breaking her heart.

''Who did you talk to?'' Brooke asked.

''The bartender where she works, he was the last person to see her.'' Lucy answered.

''Oh my gods! And what have you been doing since then?''

Lucy was afraid answer that question, knowing full well how her friend will take it.

''The castle. Arthur has been looking for her.''

Author's Note:

Welp! Things are starting to get interesting.

I am going to try and update once a week for the foreseeable future!

Keep commenting and voting! Every action is so motivating!

If there is one thing you would change about the story ao far, what would it be? Please dont be shy!

Thanks so much! Have a wonderful week everyone!