THE WARRIOR QUEEN
"Fayre, Fayre" someone was calling as I ran
"Catch me mama" I called laughing
"Stop running, you'll fall"
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And the voice faded away while I kept hearing a loud ring at the same time trying to catch my breath.
"What is happening?" I heard a voice but it sounded far away.
"She's having a panic attack" someone answered.
I am panicking, what was that? I pulled at my hair trying to get the ring to stop. A protective hand wrapped around me stopping my hands from pulling my hair painfully and I knew immediately it was Luca.
I didn't even realize I was standing away from the bed until he steadies me against the wall and shield my body with his away from others in the room.
"Eyes on me Fayre, no one else, focus on me and breath" he instructs in a low murmur and I look up at him trying to focus on him and ignore the ring in my ear but it was hard.
"I can't —" I whimper "I feel like I need to scream" carrying his eyes between the tears in mine, he nods, then he gathers me into his chest and I have no idea what he is doing as he presses my face into his robe.
Until his deep voice whispers against the top of my head. "Okay, scream"
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This is a tale of King Luca and a nameless servant.
A King that rattles the Kingdom with just a glare, alongside with the breath of his very own silver dragon.
King Luca, a man feared by a lot of people even if just few truly recognizes him apart from the royals of course.
He is ruthless, feared, uncaring and some even called him the devil. But is that really him or it's just rumors created by people who think they know him?
What happens when a little slave comes into his life uninvited and together, through different emotions starting from the bottom line of hatred up to the very heart word, they Swalve through all obstacles that seems to be thrown at them.
Z_A_1 · Fantasy
