The door burst open with a thunderous crack, as if anger itself had forced it open, and there she entered, I saw her for the first time and it was almost too dreamy and ethereal to believe my eyes, she must be "MY LADY"...
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After asking every female servant about the pendant, I walked toward the room with a clouded mind, thoughts of the pendant circling endlessly where it came from, how it found its way into my mother's jewelry—and with each step, my heart grew heavier, weighed down by uncertainty.
when I heard one of the servants talking about "The masquerade Ball" I heard them talking that father had been busy in the preparations of the ball. it's the grand party that is held every year in our castle and kings from other towns come to it, every year around this time I got over the moon because finally I get to have some time out from the dreary pattern of isolated days, I was so furious and disheartened that father didn't even discuss the preparations with me like he always use to do, I decided to talk to father about it and ask him if he need my help with the preparations.
Since the night had already fallen, I decided to sleep early today, Apart from the anger I held towards Father for keeping secrets from me, a spark of anticipation stirred within, I couldn't wait for morning, when I would finally get to discuss the preparations for the masquerade ball.i took shower and changed myself into my silk,soft and cozy night gown.
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I was hiding behind the curtains, when I just got a glimpse of her entering from that door, she came inside the room and closed the door behind her, she was taking off her royal jewelry.
For a moment, I forgot the weight of my curse. She stood beneath the pale light, her presence softer than the velvet curtains behind her. Her dark hair cascaded like nightfall itself, framing a face too delicate to belong to this world of stone and sorrow. Her eyes bright, unyielding, yet filled with longing caught me off guard, like a flame that refused to be tamed. I had seen beauty in forests, rivers, and moonlit skies, but nothing compared to the quiet strength that lived in her. She wasn't just beautiful… she was untouchable, a dream carved into flesh.
Drowning into her beauty, I forgot for a second that she must be the highness of this royal fortress and that I should talk to her but the thoughts of being caught were holding me back.
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After my bath, I sat before my dressing table, droplets still clinging to my hair. The mirror caught my damp reflection, a mix of weariness and calm, as I reached for the comb with quiet hands. looking into the mirror, I saw a shadow behind the curtains, for a minute I blink my eyes twice to see, if it's really there or is it just me imagining things but no I'm not imagining things, this time it really someone behind the curtains, I can see clearly because the curtains are pale and sheer, I can clearly make out the faint outline of someone standing behind them.
I got up from the seat and drew closer towards the curtains, as I pulled them aside, Before me stood a towering figure, his piercing blue eyes locking onto mine. His broad chest and sculpted frame spoke of power, each movement coiled with strength. Strands of messy hair fell across his forehead, softening the sharpness of his presence, yet making him appear all the more untamed.
When I almost screamed in panic, he lifted his large hand and covered my mouth with it, making me completely silent, his warm yet ocean-deep eyes sent shivers down my spine, I tried to remove his unyielding grip with my hands but instead I fell backwards pulling him on me, luckily the bed was behind but I feel the weight of a giant when he fell on me, his face was facing mine and our eyes were locked into each other's.
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She sat before the dressing table, strands of damp hair clinging to her skin as she brushed them back. Fresh from the shower, she looked effortlessly radiant, her beauty needing no jewels, no royal gowns, not even paint upon her face. In that simple moment, she was more breathtaking than any queen adorned in gold.
I was so lost in admiring her from head to toe, that I didn't even notice she was standing right in front of me but just when she almost screamed, I covered her mouth with my palms, it was as though I touched spun sugar, fragile and fleeting. Her cheeks, pale as Pearls and soft beyond reason, carried a sacredness that made every touch feel like a sin against heaven.
Lost into her angelic eyes, coloured like the earth, pulled me into a world I couldn't escape, but when she tried to pull my hand away from her mouth, she didn't succeed and we ended up on each other, luckily on the bed. I immediately got up and helped her get up but she didn't take my hand and get up on her own.
As I stood tall, she was standing before me fixing her hair still wet, scattered all over her face and shoulders.
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He offers his hand, to help me get up from the bed but I immediately reject his hand, as i never let any stranger touch me without my permission but his touch feels strangely different.
I asked him about where he's from? how he got up here? Why did he come here? .....
But just when he's about to answer, I hear footsteps approaching towards my room....