~7~
Ava gazes at Leti as she notices tears in his eyes. "Oh, Leti-" she whispers as she wraps her arms around him. He tenses slightly at her touch and then slowly relaxes, feeling safe in her arms.
"It was all a masquerade-" he explains softly. "My parents thought that if everyone thought I was someone else, that it would break the legend. That I alone would not hurt, or destroy the people of our lands."
Ava rubs his back softly, "you can not fight your destiny."
Leti sighs and gazes into her eyes, "I shall fight it- I have to."
"Then you must make peace with Zan," she whispers as he begins to pull away.
"I do not know if I can," he replies as she takes his hands in hers.
"When you make peace with him, you shall bring your people closer together and the legend shall be broken- no one has to know." Ava thinks aloud as Leti admires her innocence.
"If you are by my side, I shall try-" he states softly as he takes a step closer to her. "Would you help your king?"
"Of course," she smiles as he reaches out his hand and softly cups her face.
A flicker of desire ignites between them as their gaze heats with a slow passion. A forbidden passion that has been haunting them since their first meeting-
Without another word, he lowers his hand and travels down her neck. She reaches out to him and wraps her arms around hue chest as his hands linger around her waist. He pulls her tight against his body and they hold each other tight.
He leans in, his lips grazing against hers-
"Leti," she groans with frustration as he pauses.
"Ava," he mumbles against her lips as he kisses her softly.
~
"Vilandra?" Khivar questions as he notices the hauntingly beautiful women enter his chambers. "What are you doing here?"
She glances around the room and runs her hand along the fur lined chair. "Just changing the course of history," She replies with a grin. "I have a secret."
"Do you?" He laughs as she crosses to him. "Care to share?"
"Perhaps," she smiles. "Will you make me your Queen?"
Khivar laughs at her remark, "you know that will not happen."
"When my brother is out of the way," she smirks. "You are to be King-"
"How do you know that?" He snaps as she grins.
"I have my ways," she laughs.
"Vilandra-" he sighs. "You are playing with fire."
"And you are playing with fate," she snaps.
"You do not know what you are talking about-" he states firmly as she pulls at his leather pants.
"If you say so," she whispers as she pulls him against her body.
"Stop these games," he groans as his body responds to her sinful touch.
"But," she pouts. "You did not guess my secret."
He pushes her away, "leave me be-"
"No," she cries. "You are the key and I shall have my crown."
"I do not want you-" Khivar cries out as she stares at him. "I shall never want you."
"Never, say never-" she threatens as her eyes locks with his.
"For as long as I live," he states firmly. "I shall never want you as my Queen."
Vilondra gasps at his words, her anger rising. She spits at him in anger and he stares blankly at her as he wipes her saliva off his face.
He stands strong as she turns around and leaves him alone. He sighs as he glances at the picture on his desk.
He studies the picture of himself and his siblings. "The Trown Triplets are no more, but we are still haunted by the legend." He smiles, recalling the better and more fruitful days of their past. "Lyla, you may be right after all. You knew our destiny- you even predicted your death."
