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Guinevere and Heathcliff don’t get along.
For years, we never have. Two forces of immense strength, magic capabilities, skills, and royal roots from generations past, we’ve always been competitors, fighting and desperate to get rid of each other.
Initially, I thought I’d hate her.
I’d prepared myself to despise her the moment my eyes laid upon hers.
Yet that all went downhill, and then some.
She soon became an addiction I couldn’t get away from. At least, not until my father forced me.
Does he know she’s here? If he does… what will he do to tear us apart?
“Asher.”
My attention gravitates to the woman in question, and her dazzling eyes of ivory green reflect those hints of starry gold. To my surprise, she looks concerned for me.
Could be because we’ve been standing in front of her suite entrance for more than a minute.
“You can go now,” she prompts.
“And leave you behind?” I gasp in horror. “Why would I possibly do that, Cruella?”
“Ophelia.”
“Yes, yes.” She’s gotten used to me dismissing every attempt she makes to correct my nickname usage. She wants to reply, but I catch onto the hesitation that follows.
That won’t do.
I hate when she holds anything back from me.
When she’s not her true self.
Before I can stop myself, my arm hooks around her waist as I pull her into a tight embrace. My affection surprises her. I’m sure she was even more surprised when I kissed her back there with no warning. It hadn’t been my intention, but I couldn’t stop myself from expressing what I’d been keeping captive for years.
My lust for her.
The burning love I’ve held on to all this while.
I’ve missed her.
Craved her.
Now, she’s here, in my arms, where no one can manipulate my words of pure intention.
“Don’t hesitate with me,Ophelia.”
I feel the slight shiver that runs through her as I hug her as tightly as I can without physically hurting her. She’s not responsive to it at first—which is expected with how I just vanished.
“One minute, we were fine and dandy,” she mutters. “The next… you were gone. Why are you acting as if you didn’t just…” She doesn’t finish the sentence.
I knew she wouldn’t.
Why did you abandon me?
Pulling back enough allows her to look up into my eyes, and I don’t hide a single thing. My emotions are raw and written on my face, which is hard, even for me.
For her, though, she deserves to always see the ‘real’ me. She was always the first one to see through the mask that was suffocating me in the depths of my family’s mansion.
