Oliva The Lost Princess

"You turned nineteen yesterday, didn't you?"

That handsome young man poured her coffee as he saw her sad reflection on the coffee cup. She felt a strange sensation the moment her shoulder touched his.

She lowered her head and started to sip her hands as she tried to grab the cup of coffee. His dark eyes, like the dim night, raised his half-cut eyebrow, waiting for her response.

"Oliva"

He called by her name, the blooms played with her silky brown hair, and she looked him in the eye.

"S_s_s... Sorry, Kide, I can't do this any more."

Oliva hardly pulled the words that took her a year of training; she stood up wanting to leave.

Before she was able to take one step, Kide grabbed her by the wrist, then pushed her and pinned her to the wall.

He passed his hand across her flanks to her chest as she shivered at his jelly touch.

"It will only take three minutes for me to get you undressed, so don't try to provoke me."

He tried to calm himself down and turned his icy hair back.

"On the evening of the tenth of this month, I will demand your hand as stipulated in the agreement between me and your father two years ago. Whether you agree with this or not, I can't bear waiting any longer; I want to make you mine."

Kide whispered in her ear, then he pulled away from her. Oliva fell to the ground; she was gasping for breath with red eyes, about to cry.

Kide opened the curtains, and the lights increased. He brought a chair and sat next to her.

Oliva was staring at him in great fear. He was the only man who dared to approach her and touch her without regard for anyone or anything.

"Didn't I tell you to wear it a little longer?"

Kide whispered and then put her in his embrace. Oliva's eyes were almost watering. She was like a doll in his arms.

"A_A_A m... I'm sorry."

Oliva trimbled, and you could hear her heartbeat from afar.

"You know that I left my palace and all my duties as a prince just to stay closer to you."

Kide mouthed while resting his head on her chest.

"You're really warm, Oliva."

They stayed in that position for more than four minutes. Olivia was sweating and sighing as if she had just finished a hundred-mile race.

"I'm not going to taste you. It's been three months since I did it; anyway, I'll stay here until the end of the month."

Kide snuffed her neck.

"E_e -enough! It's enough; I have to go."

Oliva yelled with tearing eyes.

Kide let her, so she went to take her book from the table, and he hugged her from behind. He was touching her in places no one ever taught her that they would be touched out by that way.

"Uh oh! Please stop; I promise I won't cause any trouble when you come to my marriage proposal. Kiderak, stop!"

Oliva said it in a weak voice full of pain.

Kide smiled and slowly stepped aside.

"Good girl, you're my love, and soon you'll be my wife. Remember this well, and I'm looking forward to seeing you tomorrow at the same time here. Don't be late, dear Oliva."

He whispered wickedly. Oliva tried to open the cafe door but failed. Kide approached her.

Oliva turned away from the door, then Kide opened it slowly as if to test her patience.

Oliva ran out of that cafe without looking back; she was trying to escape from him and from everything.

"How could my parents have accepted the offer of that savage and frightening man? I can't stop or deter him; if I tried, that would complicate matters for my father as he did the last time when I refused to go out with him on a date."

Oliva said, tears welling up in her eyes. She sat next to an onyx in the public garden.

She wiped her tears, dragging her legs to the house where she could weep comfortably without anyone's sympathy.

She went into her room, shut herself, and hugged her pillow. Every time she remembered how Kide was touching her, her body shivered and her moaning increased.

Viola entered without knocking on the door.

"Don't tell me you went to see him again! Are you crazy?

That man is mentally ill."

Viola screamed and sat next to Oliva, who was too weak to sit.

"There's nothing to say; it's just so much dust in my eyes."

Oliva answered, shivering as if she had caught a cold. Viola covered her with a blanket.

"You don't have to be such a coward!

Resist, fight, and stand up for your rights. By the way, Father is calling you down.

Viola said, then left the room.

"Take a seat."

Marko whispered, and the fire in the sitting room was burning nicely.

"Yes father" 

Her voice was too low to be heard. Marko walked around her chair with a stick in his hand. It was a magic stick.

"I want to see your progress; I didn't raise you to be easy to break; to the yard, follow me now."

Marko said his words while Oliva walked behind him; she was exhausted from thinking about her unknown future. The yard was out of the city, a mile away.

They entered the magical barrier, which Marko had activated. The glow in Marko's eyes was tough and shone like a straight gold straight ray.

Oliva took the other side while her base magical aura arose.

"Stop! 

This won't work here; do it again with less magical power but more enter  aura.

Marko shouted, and he started by attacking her. She fell four times to the ground.

"Stand up! 

What the hell is distracting you?

Focus, Oliva, focus"

Marko whispered, and he put his golden sword on her neck. She was gazing at him with one open eye. Their training continued until midnight. Oiva was tired till death; she had to build a strong basic power.

"This is enough for today."

Marko mouthed and headed back home.