It was confusing, unsettling even, to see him like this—her supposed enemy, yet her reluctant protector.
Her mind raced, filled with questions that gnawed at her. The curse, the blood feud, the inexplicable connection between them—it all felt like a tangled web she couldn’t unravel. Malik's presence was a constant reminder of her fragility, yet she sensed there was more to his actions than mere duty or amusement. She could sense the conflict in him, a struggle mirrored in her own heart as he handed her the glass.
As he spoke, she’d sip, catching the pain in his voice, the hesitation, the way he carefully chose his words. It struck her immediately that he was hiding something, shielding her from a truth too harsh to bear. The frustration of being kept in the dark boiled within her, and she couldn't help but voice her doubts, her fears.
The mention of the blood curse sent a chill down her spine. The idea that their families had intertwined their fates so deeply, that she was part of some ancient, dark pact—it was almost too much to process.
Malik’s promise to tell her everything, to share the full truth next time, left her with a strange mix of dread, anticipation and frustration. She wanted to know, needed to know, yet feared what those answers might reveal about her life and her future.
When he leaned in and kissed the top of her head, a gesture so gentle and unexpected, it made her heart ache. There was a sincerity in his actions, a promise she felt she could hold him to despite the shadows that surrounded them. Could she take him at his word? The conflict in her heart pulled her in all directions, all from such a simple act of affection, something denied to the dancer since arriving here.
The faint remnants of Malik's touch lingered on her skin, a strange comfort amid the turmoil within her. As she looked at him, she saw not just an enemy, but a fellow prisoner of their shared fate, someone who might be the key to unlocking the mystery of her life. She pitied him in a way. She vowed though, to maintain a heavy guard, the mantra of her brothers, ”never trust a Vrai”, continued to toll as a warning bell in the back of her mind.
@Malik Vrai
Her mind raced, filled with questions that gnawed at her. The curse, the blood feud, the inexplicable connection between them—it all felt like a tangled web she couldn’t unravel. Malik's presence was a constant reminder of her fragility, yet she sensed there was more to his actions than mere duty or amusement. She could sense the conflict in him, a struggle mirrored in her own heart as he handed her the glass.
As he spoke, she’d sip, catching the pain in his voice, the hesitation, the way he carefully chose his words. It struck her immediately that he was hiding something, shielding her from a truth too harsh to bear. The frustration of being kept in the dark boiled within her, and she couldn't help but voice her doubts, her fears.
What’s stopping you now?voice barely a whisper but clear.
The mention of the blood curse sent a chill down her spine. The idea that their families had intertwined their fates so deeply, that she was part of some ancient, dark pact—it was almost too much to process.
Curse? What curse?Eyes narrowing unsure whether to believe him or scoff, brushing aside his claim her House would delve so low.
Malik’s promise to tell her everything, to share the full truth next time, left her with a strange mix of dread, anticipation and frustration. She wanted to know, needed to know, yet feared what those answers might reveal about her life and her future.
I was told stories that the Vrai were liars, bloodthirsty animals, and an enemy of our house for ages because your family butchered us into almost annihilation before. My brothers used to tell them to scare me into not leaving the estate, but it didn’t matter, I couldn’t ever go far without fainting.
When he leaned in and kissed the top of her head, a gesture so gentle and unexpected, it made her heart ache. There was a sincerity in his actions, a promise she felt she could hold him to despite the shadows that surrounded them. Could she take him at his word? The conflict in her heart pulled her in all directions, all from such a simple act of affection, something denied to the dancer since arriving here.
The faint remnants of Malik's touch lingered on her skin, a strange comfort amid the turmoil within her. As she looked at him, she saw not just an enemy, but a fellow prisoner of their shared fate, someone who might be the key to unlocking the mystery of her life. She pitied him in a way. She vowed though, to maintain a heavy guard, the mantra of her brothers, ”never trust a Vrai”, continued to toll as a warning bell in the back of her mind.
Forgive me, if I have little faith in your word, Lord Vrai, but I will agree to listen when you decide to plead your case.
@Malik Vrai
07-26-2024, 01:08 PM