"As the noble blood runs through your veins you have magic in your system,"
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For a very long time Dianna tried to hide her secret. No matter the cost she refused to talk about it, to think about it even t...
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"Res non verba"
I wanted to put my hands around his body too. To touch him. To feel how he can be so cold, so untouchable.
I wanted to hurt him in so many ways. Like he hurt me. When he cuts my skin, rip my soul, and destroy feelings of comfort. Everything I had he possessed, and I did not.
I wanted him to feel my pain. My fear when I couldn't talk. How I feel insecure when he said horrible things to me. Maybe I pretend to be strong, unnoticeable but I felt every single thing he said, a hundred times harder.
I felt fear, pain, love, compassion, hate everything.
But one emotion feared me the most. That emotion I felt for him.
But, no. That is not just one emotion. That is a whole hank of emotions. There is hate, for hurting me, fear, of his look and actions, how he ends life in a second, how he feels nothing after that. And in some moments I feel the love that complicated emotion. I feel love toward his parents, Danniel, and even toward him.
That simple, moments on my terrace when he doesn't act like Prince when he acted like a normal person with some pretty horrible childhood.
I felt all of that and I'm sure that my eyes show everything, that every emotion, but looking in his only thing I can see is coldness.
Before I realised I was pushed against the wall and my back and my hand revolt. It hurts. I lost my breath, and I looked at him.
"You want to know?" He said shakily.
"You want to know what hurts me, what I hate, what I love, and what I desire the most? You want to know do I feel at all, am I just an animal, or I'm human after all?"
I looked at his face and how his eyes come from my face on my neck and back. He was looking for something.
I slowly moved my hand from his squeeze but he didn't allow me.
"You are staying here." He said in a husky voice.
I looked at his chest and I saw that he is breathing fast, just like me.
It wasn't the fact he threatened him. Maybe he finally realised I know him. I could sense his emotions just like he could mine. After all, it started because of my resistance. It had to be connected somehow.
If I really knew him, there wouldn't be a need for this question. But I didn't. I knew little parts he allowed me, and that was nothing.
I wanted to know.
"Fuck, yes." The curse never sounded better. It was like a most beautiful word on the planet because I said everything with it. My every emotion, I was named in front of him and he knew that.
He looked at me a few seconds and then I felt his lips on mine.
I felt.. I felt... I felt. I don't know what I felt.
