I don’t want to steal Steve from you 🥲 so I’m thinking (and hoping) that Ari sweeps me away! Love me that beefy man 😤
Happy holidays!!!
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Your scream chimed in the air as you were swept into strong arms and ripped from the safety and warmth of the spring gardens.
You weren't sure if anyone even heard your cry, since you purposely went deep into the maze of wilder bushes and embrace of an orchard. You needed space from the overwhelming brightness and fake smiles that decorated the main courts of the palace as the lush flowers did.
It would always be your home and while as a child you looked at everyone and everything with wonder and limitless innocence, you saw through the facade as an adult.
Which is why, despite your high position in the court and certain expectations, you preferred to steer away from the gossip, jaded comments, lecherous hands.
Perhaps it would be better to fend of those hands on the familiar grounds. They disgusted you, but appeared harmless compared to the savage hands that plucked you like a flower.
A shard of pure darkness - scary and mysterious as the night itself - dropped from the sky and captured you.
He wasn't just a random specimen of the enemy court. You recognized the markings on his clothes. The swirl of glowing tattoos. The wide span of his dark wings. As well the sky blue eyes peppered with flecks of gold like the nightsky itself.
The high lord of the night court.
Ari.
"You can't take me!" You dug your fingernails into his biceps, boiling with need to struggle against his solid hold, but knowing you couldn't do that. Unless you wanted to fall down to sure death.
"I already did, so seems that I can," came his cheeky reply.
"That will mean war." The two courts were already in strained relationship.
"If it came to it, it's wouldn't be my kingdom that drowns in blood." Ari was sure of his assessment. "But don't worry, we're going to do quite the opposite."
