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"You see, the day we met, my world turned upside down. You were a little bit childish and annoyingc then. But then again, you turned my black and white world into a series of flashing colors. I love you."

I said as I looked into her jet black eyes. She was much more angelic than angels but at the same time, devilishly attractive. Lying on our bed, with my arms draped around her and the covers at our feet, she answered,

"Haha, David, you were so persistent that I would never be to your liking. You even kissed a girl in my presence just to prove your point. But who would've thought that you'd be here with me. Laying on the same bed, talking about the past, and whispering I love yous."

She said, emphasizing the part where I kissed another girl. Well shit, I regret doing that. She's glaring at me right now, and that look on her face says it all - I'm doomed.

"Well nothing is permanent sweetheart. Let's just enjoy this moment and not focus on the bad things. You know I really do love you, and nothing can change that." I said that while giving her a little peck on the lips. You know, life could go so well if she just stopped remembering all those shots that happened in the past - I mean I know my mistakes and I really regret my past actions. But hey, I love her, and that's that."David, I'm tired. I'm going to sleep." She said, the bitterness and annoyance still present in the tone of her voice, and yet she still makes it sound seductive. With her form slowly dissipating as she sleeps, her once majestic body turned into that of a seven year old child. But her silver hair still remained elegantly long as it shone in the moon lit night, and lastly, she grew white cat ears and a black tail - like that of a fox, with its ends glinting and highlighted with a little silver. This is how my beloved looks like when she is either asleep or too tired to maintain her true form. Her physical age depends on the mana she has left in her body. And her attitude changes along with her physical age. That is how she is.

Sighing, I whispered to myself, " Oh my beloved zeal, tell me how to love you for all that you are when even I think of myself as someone far inferior that you." I wonder if you still remember the time when I first laid eyes on you. You looked too innocent then. Looking like a seven year-old, you graced my 20th birthday with such eloquence, that I thought you were the daughter of a great king in the underworld, but alas, you were the daughter of Cammille, a poor maid in the city of Jasmine, and Sean, a prince, in the Kingdom of purtoisse, the Kingdom of Red. To put it simply, an illegitimate child. But being as you are, you took crude remarks like trash that should be thrown. With only a single Jasmine used to ornament your hair, you still looked like the moon goddess. Your only, most peculiar flaw back then were your eyes. Your left eye is jet black and your right looked like it shone through the night, with its silver like outline and ashen grey in the middle. They said it was a flaw, but love, it was your asset. It was what made me look at you and think, not just about how beautiful you are but also of my inhumane and imperfect life. I am the son of King Aleck, the King of the four Kingdoms. And you had with you, something that you took from your mother. The blood of an angel, and that is what made us too different. It is an atrocity to even think of you as my wife...

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