(From Blue's Perspective)
"We have a little disagreent over sothing. Other than that, everything is fine," I said. Dion had cald down finally and almost fell asleep. I was rocking him gently in my arms.
"Is that so? Ah, I haven't seen the First Prince of Querencia properly yet," Queen Laetitia said and passed by Dem, who looked like he could blast. She sat down beside , much closer to which most probably caused Dem to get angry more.
"Can I touch him?" she asked.
"Gently. He is really sleepy. We don't want him to wake up," I said.
Queen Laetitia gently touched Dion's hand. Dion had the habit of grabbing fingers and that was what he did. He grabbed her index finger, much to her surprise.
"Oh, you little one, you got my finger," she chuckled. "He is so little."
"Of course, he is little. He is only a little more than four months," Dem said grumpily.
"He ruins the mood, doesn't he?" she said to .
I shrugged and chuckled.
"Is Dion his only na? I was very surprised when I heard the na 'Dion Easton'. Isn't it too little?"
"Long nas are not our thing," I said. "Detrius also shortened his na officially after becoming an adult. His original na was a line long. We think long nas just are not that amazing. And it's really hard to rember as well. It would be weird if we ended up forgetting a part of our son's na."
"That's actually a good thing. I also hate long nas," she said. "I have seen him at the banquet today. He was really quiet. He did not even cry. And well, he looks a lot like the King of Querencia."
"Yes, we hear it a lot," I said.
"So, what do you wish you have as the next one? A boy or a girl?"
"Honestly, I want a girl. Because we have a boy already, a girl would fulfill our family. Detrius also wants a girl. But a boy will be good too."
Queen Laetitia stayed there for a while. I felt like she was doing it on purpose just to piss Dem off. We returned to the banquet with her and stayed there for one more hour. Dem and I danced to the last song, giving a sleeping Dion to Perita.
"This is the longest I have stayed at a banquet," I said.
"We could have returned sooner if you just listened to ," he said.
"I am not saying I regret it. It was good. But yeah, I have a headache," I said while we danced slowly.
"At least, we have a calm son. He hasn't cried at least once at the banquet. Now, that's a real thing," Dem said as he spun around. Explore more stories at My Virtual Library Empire
Sotis, even I felt like crying at a party or social events, especially when I did not know most of the people.
Iris waved at . She was now beside Perita while the duke was talking to the King of Trouvaille.
"You have made up with the duchess?" Dem asked.
"We were not fighting in the first place. I was just… Now, I think it's not my place to judge or anything. It's not as good as before, you know. Our friendship, I an. I just can't…"
People were gathered around us, giving us a very big circular space to dance. It was just the two of us, I noticed. The other dancers left so only the two of us could dance.
Dem grabbed by the waist and my feet left the ground as he held high. I smiled and cupped his face with both of my hands. He pulled closer to him and I put my lips on his.
The crowd erupted into cheers and screams. "The kiss is my favorite part," Dem smirked at .
"Of course, it is," I smiled. "Now, put down. Dion is crying."
Overall, it was a banquet which I kind of enjoyed. Dem's words turned out to be false as Dion finally cried, hearing all the loud noise. We took him away from the crowd quickly and returned to our side palace.
"He got really scared, my baby," I mumbled, hugging him close to in the bath. It was one of my favorite things to do with Dion. I would sit with him in the bath and relax. Dion also liked it a lot.
I had placed him on my chest, slowly rinsing his back and hair. His face was swollen because of how much he cried. He had cried more because I imdiately did not hold him when he was crying. He could not find or his daddy near.
I leaned my head on Dem's chest. It was truly relaxing for all of us to take a bath together. Dem now was not angry like before. Knowing the kind of person he was, he surely rembered what we were arguing about and would not stop until it was solved. Maybe he was just relaxing at this mont.
"Baby, your cheeks are so red. You have never cried like this. Were you too scared, baby?"
"Look how he is hugging you," Dem said. "It's like he won't let you go."
"I won't let my baby go either. He was so scared. Mommy is sorry, darling. I am really sorry. I shouldn't have left you," I said, stroking Dion's cheek.
"Looks like he really hates loud noise. Both of us are super quiet types of people. That's why he is used to a peaceful environnt. No wonder he started crying when I yelled today," he said. "That was actually very petty of . I am really sorry."
I was not sure if it was just , but I always felt like Dem did not truly apologize most of the ti. They did not feel much sincere. Well, it was not like he never apologized sincerely. It was just- most of the ti they did not feel real. He always thought he was right. Perhaps that was why he did not feel the need to apologize for his actions or words most of the ti.
"It was petty," I mumbled. "I only ask of you to not act like I don't have feelings. And don't yell. Neither Dion, nor I like it."
"Yeah…"
"I love you," I whispered.
"I love you too. I love you a lot. More than anything else," he said.
Truly, I loved this man a little too much. Crazy or not, I wanted him only. When he held in his arms, I felt like I was in heaven. He would take to heaven and I would feel all the happiness I ever wanted. He would then take down to hell with him and I would feel the lust, the love that was obsessive. And I realized, again and again, that no man could ever give what he gave .
When I was lost in the darkness, he showed light. And I showed him the darkness within himself. We both healed each other. We both needed each other. More importantly, we both wanted each other. Wanting was greater than needing.
After Dion fell asleep, we also got out of the bath and went to bed. My head hurt and I was sleepy too. I fell asleep rather quickly.
I was in a hut. I felt different. The whole room was lit with candles. My eyes were focused on the front door. I could not move. I could not even move my eyes, let alone my hands or legs, or literally any part of my body.
Then, I realized where I was.
'I'm pretty sure sothing is wrong,' I said without making any real sound.
"Why are you here?" my twin brother grumbled. His eyes were still focused on the door. I could hear footsteps. And I did not like the feeling I was getting. My inner voice was telling to run away, but I could not.
'Hide sowhere.'
"Where am I supposed to hide? Besides, I think I kind of know who this…"
The door burst open. Black dust blocked the doorway. Soon, it cleared and I saw five hooded figures. Even though I did not know who all of them were, I damn well knew who the leader was.
"Lloyd, very petty way to enter, won't you say so?" Cyan said.
"Prince Cyan, it is a pleasure to find you in this…," Lloyd let the hood fall and looked around with a mocking grin on his lips, "… rather perfect hut."
"What business do you have here? Cut my head on my dear father's order?" Cyan said. He sounded quite brave as always and really emotionless. I was surprised how he did not feel much scared. He was confident.
Was his power enough to defeat all these five dark mages? Lloyd was rather powerful. I was not so sure.
"No, much worse. He told to ask you to go to him. If you don't want to, he told to drag you there," Lloyd said with his awful smirk. "Oh, I am going to enjoy it a lot."
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