Chapter 25| A walk

I searched Cavill throughout the whole kingdom, but to no avail, I did not find him. I felt bad from what I said earlier, and I want to say sorry to him. It was not my fault that my curiosity was peaked because of the rumors. After all, he showed me nothing but kindness and hostility and I couldn't help but wonder if he was like Julian.

His face lingered on my thoughts as I walked on the hallways, taking notice of the paintings that were hung across the wall, and I could not help but wonder why Cavill's portrait was missing. The only ones present were from the late king and queen, Karill, and another guy I did not know.

Cavill was the spitting image of his father, aside from his emerald eyes that Karilla and he seemed to inherit from their mother. Her mother had soft features but a stern-looking face. The portraits screamed power and dominance.

Servants hustled around me, busy for something. It was a stark contrast to the quiet palace of Kashmir- here the servants were running back and forth, desperately trying to get their work done. It was obvious that Cavill ruled this kingdom with an Iron-fist, but I knew that he only did it for the sake of this kingdom.

My feet sunk into the plush red fabric of the carpet that was laid out in the hallway. It was tempting me to take off my shoes and just walk barefooted. It was inviting, but I did not do it. I was sure that |I would become a laughing stock when they see their future queen walking barefooted in the middle of the hallway.

I passed a window, but the scenery outside was not really visible due to the vines that covered most of the wall. Again, this kingdom was a stark contrast to the cold, freezing climate of Kashmir. I sighed and decided to go out. I wanted to feel the sun on my face.

The gigantic palace doors opened for me to go outside, but just when I was to step out, a voice stopped me.

"Where are you going?" A deep voice came to my side. I recognized it. It was Cavill's voice. I swiftly turned around, and I was certain that I got a whiplash. Cavill stood not far from me, his hands on his back and his hair tied into a low ponytail.

A single brow raised as he waited for my answer. I smiled at him, but sadly he did not return it. He just kept staring at me impassively.

I felt my cheeks heat up. I cleared my throat and straightened my self. "I want to go outside,"

He nodded, a look of understanding crossing his features. In four long strides, he arrived at my side and linked my arm with his. I looked at him, confused.

"I'll walk with you," he said. His tone held finality to it, but I did not dare defy him. The least I could do was respect his wishes and have a walk with him.

I was amazed by the kingdom. The palace was magnificent, vine and flowers stuck to its walls. The surrounding was covered in grass, and at the sides were trees of apples.

I could smell the fresh breeze of the flowers nearby, and I sighed. It helped me take my mind off Julian.

"What are you thinking about?" Cavill asked.

I smiled at him before answering, " I'm just thankful that I finally got my mind off Julian,"

"Do you miss him?" he told me in a gentle voice, but his taut body said otherwise.

"I... I don't know," I stopped walking and looked into his eyes, " You have nothing to worry about. I am over him, and I want to give us a chance."

Was I really? I thought. The truth is, I did not know. I do not want to know. I am afraid that if I made another decision I would end up hurting the persons I care for.

"I know. And I want you to know that you won't regret your decision. I promise that I will treat you well, like how a queen should be treated," he took my hand and kissed it, all the while gazing into my blue orbs.

Strange sparks erupted, and I was left puzzled. How? It was like Julian was in front of me instead of him. Cavill gave me the sparks that I thought Julian was only capable of. Is this the sign of my heart letting go of him?

I blushed, avoiding his intense gaze. He stood back up and put his hands behind his back. The wind swept towards us, causing the flowers nearby to flow in the air.

Cavill caught a dainty purple one in his hand. He tucked it behind my ear, and when he was done his thumb swept over my pink cheeks.

" Even the beauty of such a flower is put to shame just because of your enchanting face," he whispered.

I exhaled a breath. "Cavill..."

Whatever I was planning to say to him flew out of the window when he snaked his broad arms around my waist and crashed his soft lips into mine. He kissed me. He fricking kissed me!

I did not know whether to respond, but it was hard to think because all I felt was his lips on mine. This kiss was gentle, slow as if he was afraid that he would hurt me. It was as if he wanted to savor the moment. This was nothing like Julian's, but this was other-worldly. At that moment, I knew. I liked this, and there was no harm to give it a try.

I responded to the kiss, my hands going to his hair and pulling on it lightly. It was so soft and I knew that he liked it because he let out a groan.

He pulled me flush against his chest, and gone was the gentle kiss that gave me a toe-curling sensation. His kiss became aggressive, and I loved every second of it. I let out a moan as our tongues danced with each other, fighting for dominance. But in the end, he won.

We were like that for a moment, the surroundings filled with our moans but then my subconscious flashed a picture of Julian. I tried to ignore it but failed. I convinced my self that there was nothing wrong with this because, in a matter of days, I would be the wife of Cavill. There was truly no point in fighting.

I pushed him off me and gasped for breath. We looked at each other, Cavill's lips swollen and his low neat ponytail now disheveled.

"Wow," I muttered out, not expecting him to hear it but alas, he did.

He chuckled hoarsely. "That... I imagined you to taste good, but that was otherworldly,"

I blushed, and I knew that my face was now red. He took advantage of it because one moment he was a few metres away from me, but in a flash, he pulled me against his impossibly hard chest.

"Did you like it?" he asked, his lips mere centimeters away from mine. I sucked in a deep breath.

"I..." I suddenly did not know how to speak. He clicked his tongue and moved his lips impossibly closer to mine.

"Say that you like it," he commanded me in a dominating voice. The gentle voice that he always used around me was gone, and it was as if someone was possessing his body or something.

"C-Cavill I..." I whispered. My mind was now going haywire, and it was refusing to think. All it could focus on was his lips.

He pulled me harder in his chest, and I could feel the steady beat of his heart. How come he is so calm about this whereas my heart is already starting to get out of my chest?

"Aurora, say it," he growled out. Good lord. I felt heat blossom inside of me when he said my name.

"I... I like it," There. I breathed a sigh of relief when he finally released me.

"I will do everything just to see your flushed state every day." he winked at me before walking away.

What just happened?

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