chapter 55: The flame of love

Staring out of the window, I watch as the light of the sun filters through the castle walls, convinced that it had to be a sign of hope. I believe no matter how little courage or will I have left inside of me, the warm sun rays were my ticket out of this dark, twisted castle.

It has been three weeks since the rebellion led by the Heaven's Guerrillas rescued me and my brother from the dark castle. Since then, I've been kept as a pet of Malachai - son of the Dark King - who never really hesitated to take his lust out on me, leaving me feeling deflated and ashamed each morning. On Fridays, he even made me the cum dumpster of the guards, although I defiantly resisted in the beginning.

But then, during my second month of captivity, something changed inside of me and the forbidden flame of pleasure slowly ignited. I started to care less and less, my walls dropping one by one. This impacted Malachai deeply, who began to realize that he actually wasn't in love with the concept of me, but the real person.

It felt like a lifetime had passed since I left the castle, and I was still haunted by memories. I thought of the nights we had to endure, I still remember the endlessly quiet and uncomfortable nights I spent, my breath shuddering through my lips as I felt their eyes on my form. Sweat clung to my brow, soaked into my clothes, and my heart raced each time I heard a guard approach.

But despite the darkness of my memories, there was the light of the prince's love, one that filled me with joy and hope. Although he seemed cold and emotionless at first, there was something about him that pulled me in. Slowly I started to fall for him, and soon I was willing to do anything to show him how I felt, even if it meant spending most nights locked up in his chambers, staring out of the windowlost in thought as I watched the sun slowly ascend in the sky.

Malachai eventually released me from the grip of the guards, regretting his decision to make me his plaything. As we spent more time together, both of us soon found ourselves falling in love with each other. I knew it was foolish to love my enemy's son, or at least I thought it was, but my heart was sucked in by his intriguing silver eyes and kind heart.

The sun, dancing in the pale sky with an ethereal grace unlike any I'd seen before. It reminded me of his majestic eyes – ones that were so like the sun I'd come to love so much. The gentle, warm rays effortlessly streaming through the trees and shrouding me in a serenading warmth. I close my eyes and breathed in the warmth, my body involuntarily swaying with its adoring embrace.

Love. If one word could define what I felt for him, that was it. Malachai, the son of the Dark King, whom I'd served so many weeks ago. He had been my master, yet he treated me with such kindness, such gentleness I could not comprehend. Persecution had been substituted with compassion, torture by tenderness. Dare I call it love?

You'd think I should have been filled with hatred for the King or at least the prince but I just can't hate him. Not anymore. I vowed to never forget the man who opened my heart, and his silver eyes that looked at me in the same way the sun did–with love.

Our love was forbidden, but I held on to it tightly, cautiously looking out for any enemies that would try and take this feeling away from me. I was determined to keep this feeling of love burning within me, reminding myself of the sun and its warm rays of hope and happiness no matter what took place in this tumultuous castle.