"I have never been this hopeful in my entire life, nor did I ever think that I would ever myself in this situation—finding love in the weirdest way, loving someone so yet almost everything is against you, wanting to be with that person yet even is against you. But you know what? I promise you, love, that when this battle is , we are going to have a kick of life. We will show the world what perfect lovers are. Our story will be like no other."
Even now, our tale is phenomenal, and my heart is leaping with enthusiasm for that when all this will be behind us. I hope it doesn't take long, because I am to marry this man and become his legal wife.
"I can't wait to be legally betrothed to you," I whisper, a drop of tears escaping my , but he wipes it off.
"That's deep. I was so afraid that I would never hear you say that." He says this, my cheeks.
"Neither did I ever see myself falling this deeply for you, my betrothed, but now I do.
I would be a fool not to see and savor the goodness and beauty in you. You won my , and I am not afraid to say that, now, I want to marry my other half, my fiance!"
"And I promise I will soon watch you walk down the altar and into my arms. We will joined together in holy matrimony and live our happy ever after in peace. With our ." His arms sneak under my arms, his lips nuzzling mine as he feeds me his last precious words. "I love you with all of my heart, Ellie, now and forever."
As our tongues dance to the sweet rhythm of the echoes of his sweet words to me, with their weight, I can't help but be glad that fate brought this rare gem my life. A man like no other—cold on the outside but so soft and sweet on the . A man we share so much in common with. A man who loves me with my like I do. What more would I ask? What more do I say, other than to ask the to bless this man for me and give us a long life to bask in this life full of love?
"I don't wish to stop, but I don't want things to get out of control." He says, pulling gently from the kiss but caging my face to his hands. He closes his eyes, and I his arms tremble. "Please go?"
It hurts me to see him in so much desire, yet I can't do anything, but soon.
"I'll go speak to Gracia first," I state, and he peels his beautiful eyes, the glow in them me tremble.
"Are you sure you don't want me to come with you?" He asks, dropping his arms to shoulders.
"No. It's too alarming." I explain.
"Be careful, and if she tries anything, anything at all, call me, okay? I'll dress up and out right now."
"Okay. Make sure she doesn't notice you. That witch is too clever. We can't risk ."
"Don't worry. I will be careful, but you need to be extra, extra careful." He says.
"I will," I reply, fondling the weapon tucked under my trench.
That woman can't be underestimated. She is more cunning and vicious than the devil , but even a devil can be cornered, and I will be the one to corner her. The at the beginning of her end has begun ticking.
I slip out of Damian's hold and walk to the door, the glow and power of my for ending this nightmare gearing my pace. I don't talk to the guards in the or the servants in the hallway. I'll address them later. Seeing them awake and after what happened yesterday is enough, and I will make sure that nothing of the happens ever again.
In what feels like a minute, I am racking at Gracia's door, knocking on it gently until flows open, Nelly's face popping up. She first throws a quick glance behind her, like is tensed to see me or like she is alerting her witch mother of my presence.
Well, this is my compound, and no one has the right to keep me waiting at the door this. I kick the door open, pushing the mini witch aside. I walked in to find this seated in front of a computer. She closes it before I can throw a glance at was on the page she was gawking at, and she springs up to her feet, striding me as I scan around the room.
"Looking for something?" She asks, summoning my gaze to her.
"What possibly would I be looking for in here?" I ask, meeting her eyes.
"Maybe you lost something, and you probably think you can find it here. We both that you've got too much on your plate. What slid away, Ellie?" She challenges , and I don't understand what she is driving at.
"I'm sorry to disappoint you, Gracia! I hold on tight to my things. Nothing can slip ." I state, and she smirks.
"I'll assume I didn't hear that; otherwise, I will break into bursts of laughter at your confidence. Anyway, for a deer to enter a lion's den, it ought to be either lost stupid. Which of the two is your case?"
"None of the aforementioned. I'm here in my right state of mind to see you." I state.
"I'm standing right before you. Can I presume you did enough thinking overnight? So, 's it going to be, Ellie? Your way, or mine?"
She seems so peculiar, as if she knows what I am about to say. As if she has already . Her boldness is threatening mine, but I compose myself.