|| A Stolen Gem ||
His taunts drove her mad. Genuinely, she knew she was fault for all this. She should had stayed in her bed, hid under her covers, and had just prayed to whatever gods existed to save her life. And though she didn’t want to admit this, she was probably much safer in the arms of this misfit then the others that stalked her house. For with him, she was nothing but a toy to be played with, and for the others, she was sure they would have just been a victim to be used upon.
“I’d rather not see your scars nor remain alongside you.” She shameless declared. “I asked for my late mother’s items to be saved from the hands of such a filthy fool, not to be seen as some pet by a man who probably lacks the ability to spell such a word.”
As the unsurprising reversal occurred, all she could do was grimace under him. She didn’t know what was worst: to spend the rest of her life with him or to die at his hands. Both instances sounded horrible, but it did not look as if she had a say. Staring at him, such a flame flickered behind her eyes-one that even he could not put out. “And if I don’t allow such? What benefit is there to living a life alongside you compared to having just lived a happily short life? Both being your pet and being dead seem just as miserable.”
Such fire. He mused quietly, observing the being before him. Even within the short moments, she was far different than he far different than the delicate daughters of lords and ladies he had long grown accustomed to. She was more like the foolish sons of honor who fell to his blade, who’d spit in his face before he cut his throat. They welcomed death and Zico admired that passion. They died with honor.
But this girl was different – perhaps because she wasn’t a man and the words she spit made him want to crackle with delight like an open flame. What a woman like this would be like whilst warming his bed—he grinned at the thought and pressed himself closer into her small frame, grinning like the devil himself.
“Then before we can make a compromise, Pet.” He spoke in a soft but firm manner, the natural playful nature of his tone never lost. “I shall spare your home, your servants, your mothers jewels and this pathetic little town, if you surrender yourself to me.” He laughed softly, gaze unwavering. “I can kill you and anyone who dare step in my way but what a waste that would be. Especially for a beauty such as yourself. Zico’s grip tightened a bit and he lilted his head to one side. “I call all the men off, if you agree, Pet. You have the word from the captain, believe it or not.”
