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« Thread Started on Oct 7, 2007, 2:15pm » | |
Ana. Little Ana Satilia had certainly grown up since she last had been here. As she she wandered slowly through the cold, echoing halls of the Imperial Palace she smiled to herself. Tracing a finger on the portraits that hung on the wall, her eyes followed the curve of the two figures in the painting. His Royal Highness, and His snobby little wife. He was so good looking, it had been a shame that he had not waited for Ana to grow up. Such a waste...
She continued walking down, until she found a big door. Straightening her long blonde hair, and readjusting her breasts into their very tight top, she knocked on the door.
They had only told her that she had to sleep with him, once. But if she had anything to do with it, it would not be the last time. Sure it was bad to sleep with some one under false pretenses, but they hadn't told her why. Infact she hadn't even figured out who 'they' were. Just that they wanted to bring about a downfall to the Palace. She was fine with that. If he had waited until she was all grown up, and didn't marry that prissy little brunette, he would still be smiling.
They had history, and she was hoping that her new found womanlyness (is that a word?) would remind him of what he was missing out on. Since Isobella had given birth, rumours had it they were distant. Just what she needed.
Waiting at the door she leaned on the side and smiled. Dylan...She whispered out. She knew it was safe, The Princess was on official duty. Come to think of it..so was she...
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« Reply #1 on Oct 7, 2007, 4:03pm » | |
The carpet had a ridge on it.
The ridge had been dug by a pair of feet - feet that had been walking back and forth on the same line for the better part of the day. The prince had been pacing his room like a caged tiger (if tigers existed on this planet).
What the hell had happened to Isobella?
Lately, she was always disagreeable. As if the sound of him breathing gave her nightmares. She would cringe at his touch, would give short answers to his attempts at conversation, would exit a room that he had just entered.
She wouldn't even let him hold their baby. It was like she believed him to be hopelessly clumsy and would drop the child as soon as it was in his hands.
There had been a time when he had been her world. They had been a young married couple who couldn't keep their hands off each other, despite the fact that their marriage had not been of their choice.
There was a time when she'd tell him she loved him every night before they fell asleep and every morning after they woke up.
And he had smiled every time that she did.
Now they were like his own mother and father. Strangers to each other. Cold. Apathetic.
At least it seemed so on her side. Dylan was far from apathetic about the whole thing. As was proved by his endless pacing on the bedroom floor.
He had taken to bedding other women every now and then, if only to relieve his frustration. Yet he would see his wife's face on every woman. The damned princess would not let him go. She would screw him up and refuse him peace.
Had she changed?
Or was this merely the real Isobella just shining through?
A knock on his door woke him from his rumination.
A whisper. His name. Was it Izzie?
Dylan rushed to the door and opened it. The anticipation on his face fell as he saw who was at the door.
Some woman.
Dylan frowned at the girl. He didn't know who she was. He was about to rudely close the door when he caught a glimpse of her eyes.
There was something very familiar about them.
Of course, this made the prince study her further. His eyes traveled down and his brow was raised as he discovered that she was actually quite delicious-looking.
Perhaps he would play with this one later, when he was in the mood. For the meantime, he would merely question her presence at his door.
"And what, pray tell, is your business here?" the prince demanded in his characteristic, arrogant drawl.
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« Reply #2 on Oct 8, 2007, 5:58pm » | |
He had not changed. Wait, that was not quite true. He had changed, but for the better. He seemed more masculine, more in control. Even though he had not acknowledged her existence yet, he still made her feel like a million bucks.
Her family had been friends of the Royal Family, and she had spent alot of her childhood in the Imperial Palace, following the almost 6 years her senior, Dylan. Some say it was puppy love, and it might have stopped if she had found some one else.
Her family moved her away when she was 16. He had always seen her as a pest, as some fly that continuosly followed him around. She was determined to show him how much she had changed.
Being away from the restraints of her strict family, Ana had somewhat rebeled. She was no longer shy or timid, she had grown up. She was promiscuos, and mature for her age.
The fact that he did not recognise her, made her smile. Don't you remeber me, Dyl? She asked in a husky voice.
She laughed and shook her head. I suppose not..You ask of my business? Well invite me in, and I'll show you... Her tounge wet her plump bottom lip, in a very obvious way.
He was still taller then her, and she let her blue eyes follow his body, images that she shouldn't be having of a married man, flooded her head. She smiled again at him. Maybe I should jog your memory.. She reached out and traced her finger on his chest. Hey, she wasn't here to muck around. She had a job to do.
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« Reply #3 on Oct 13, 2007, 11:36am » | |
Curious.
His brow rose higher as the smile appeared on her lips. Don't you remember me? she had asked. No. Obviously not. His eyes followed her tongue as it ran across her lip. Dylan had a good memory when it came to women. He was absolutely sure that he had not tasted those lips before.
Nor would he care. Much. Dylan could hardly remember his life before he'd tasted Izzie's lips.
The thought of his wife brought the frown back on his face. Did he not deserve a single moment's respite from her? Was he to live this hell for the rest of his marriage?
Well, if his marriage was to be cut short, then perhaps it meant that this hell wasn't going to be infinite.
He reached out and laid his hand on the door frame, his arm blocking her entrance. The fact remained that, regardless of those eyes, he did not know this woman's name, where she was from, what her purpose was.
He'd been through enough assassination attempts to learn the importance of constant vigilance.
His other hand grabbed her finger as it traveled on his chest. "That,my dear, isn't going to do the trick. Now tell me who you are before I call the Karparthions. They won't be as lenient with you as I am."
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