It started with fingertips tracing down the back of her hand, across her skin, grazing her palm ever so softly, reverent, always reverent in a state of permanent awe that a figure so captivating could exist, could stand before his eyes and mesmerize him by the simple act curve those delicate lips into a sweet smile.
As she breathes under her tight corset, his heart skips a single beat, for a second, the tower fell into a deep silence, or it could be the simple fact time seem to slow down when he was anywhere near her.
Words escaping from her rosy lips lighten up the room, and he is in love. In love with the idea of his cool skin touching her pale smooth satin surface, for beyond eternity. Whether this was a dream or some sort of vision he didn’t know, for how could something so achingly perfect feel so real?
Reality hit him once the beautiful maiden made a question, while every beat of her human heart sent shocks of electricity up the Prince’s spine, it felt as if both their hearts were connected. It took three years, blood, and tears, but there it was, if one ever wondered before, that’s what the sound of love was like. A love so strong that it just seemed like both of them were one. Whispers of serenity filled his mind, but how could that be? Perhaps soul mate was what they found. The same heart, the same soul. Sharing with the other, what one was missing.
“It was worth it,” there was not a single sign of lies beneath the smile now glued to his lips. Every single heartache he’s ever had was now nothing but a memory, and there wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do it again, just to be here, at this perfect moment, having her with him.
Around them the world remains still, blurred, blinking he watches her glide before him. She held his hand in the darkness, and pulled him out into the light. When looking at her, he knew there was a God, and that it loved him so much, that it took the time to create her… Just for him. And he loved her, recklessly, blindly… Past his mind… Beyond his heart… He loved her with the core of his own soul. It consumed him. With no explanation as to why that hit him so strong, so fast. Silence settled.between the both royals, it felt like hours, but they were nothing but seconds. Breathing heavily as he slowly rose to his feet, inexplicably dropping to one knee, slipping one hand into his jacket pocket, now glowing before her eyes, in the Prince’s hand was a silver ring, with a sapphire gem sparkling within.
”Aurora,” the name rolled easily through his tongue, words dripping with true worship for the golden haired beauty.
His words echoed in her head as she gazed at him. She could tell how devoted he was upon laying eyes on her, upon waking her. She parted her rosy lips, but nothing but a breath came out. She closed those lips again, swallowed and offered a small smile his way, one that would hint that she had many secrets to hide--yet so angelic that one might not see devilish charms behind it.
Then she parted those lips again, this time to answer his question.
Her smile stretched further, touching her eyes.
"I will m a r r y you, Prince Phillip."
To marry him would bring her further power;
and she truly did feel the connection of their hearts, minds, and souls.
He was her better half, her pure half, her true half.
She could not deny this.
She could lie to everyone, but she could not lie to herself.
And it was a plus that he would lay his life down for her.
That he would do a n y t h i n g for her.
She stepped closer to him, taking his hands in hers , curling her fingers around his, gazing at him from under her lashes. The corner of Aurora's mouth twitched, then curved into a smirk as she looking at him with love in her eyes.
"It would be my h o n o r to be taken as your wedded w i f e."
