Rebeldia

The sun was in glorious brilliance, illuminating the whole corners of Prince Azlan’s room. Everything became golden and elegant from its brilliant rays. His furniture dazzled like the pillars of the Parthenon. The gemstones that ornate each décor grew bright as if they were the stars from the sky.

The air, however, was thick with noir that when Princess Primarosa entered, dragged by the conceited Moor prince, the sensation daunted her.

She pleaded again and again for him to let her go, but Azlan ignored her and snickered at her disquiet circumstance like it was some fool’s entertainment. He continued to taunt her and said, “Just like the first time I captured you, isn’t it? You were asleep under the tree, and how like a feather you are when I carried you.” He faced her, smiling. “Truth be told, I wish to do that again. But when I finally have you, then it will be many more times I can carry you.”