Glimpse of the Princes' Dream

Kyrian easily climbed off on his horse, which was named Noxus. It is a large pure black horse with a thick muscular body. It has a long mane and tail that is almost dragged in the ground and long hair from the middle of his legs to feathers at the ankles on the lower legs. The horse has a long neck that arches with a well-defined small head with eyes spread apart and short ears. It is an Andalucia Breed that his prowess as a warhorse was mainly for royalties only.

He put an inward pressure on the stirrup iron signaling the horse to run forward. It responded at once, trotting in a blur of speed, taking the route to the Evanore Villa—his house.

The tall wrought iron wall gate opened at once; a gold shape of the flower calla lily was elegantly crafted in the upper top of the gate. As soon as he passed the gate, the iron barrier closed right away.

He followed the long path to his house. Trimmed plants decorated the side creating a pathway. A tall statue of a woman holding a calla lily was constructed in the middle, on the end of the path.

He closed his fingers and squeezed backward. The horse stops as soon as he feels the backward pull on the reins. He removed both of his feet out of the stirrups while grasping the reins in his left hand. He leans forward, shifting his weight onto his arms then he swings his right leg up over the horse’s haunches.

He glanced to his right and saw Demitri in the distance, his equine caretaker. The middle-aged man immediately held the bridle of his horse. He pushed the heavy double door. As usual, an eerie, void of any sunlight and noiseless house greeted him. A sight that he only wanted—silent.

Kyrian walked straight to his room. Opening the heavy double door, he immediately felt the familiar presence and scent of a person. With one destination in his head, he opened his bathroom door and he found the person he longed to see for the past few days. A woman, head facing the sink; wearing only a piece of towel that he was sure was his, was washing her hands. Her long, straight blonde hair and porcelain skin gleamed at the bright light along with her clear gray eyes. A beautifully structured face turned to look at him. Her full and pink lips stretched into a shock and in a sweet smile in a flash. Selena Mortham, the oldest daughter of the Mortham Clan. The woman he bowed to protect and loved until his very last breath.

"Kyrian" a soft, sweet voice came into her lips "What are—"

He walked towards her; promptly kissing her soft lips that he misses a lot; cutting her off.

"Kyrian" a moan erupts on Selena's lips as he felt Kyrian nibble her neck and massaging her thigh. She placed her hand in his chest, gently pushing him. She breathes for a second as the heat of desire makes her legs weak in an instant. This man always had this effect on her, on every woman.

"About the necklace, I'm sorry that I didn't tell—"

He kissed her hard; shutting all her worries with a hot kiss while his hands skillfully removed the cloth covering her body.

"I didn't like it that you didn't tell me your problems but I know that you can resolve it all your own" his hand trace up back and forth on her hot thighs, teasing her "But it doesn't mean you're forgiven"

Selena put her hands around his neck "Then let me handle that" with that, she kissed him as she encircled her thighs around his waist.

…..

"Can you… cover this place a black smoke?" asked the little girl in white dress. Her clear amber eyes sparkled in anticipation; looking at the boy sitting on a big rock on the lake in teardrop-silver in color and it was shaped like a perfectly flat disc of metal.

" I can't, this place might vanish into thin air" the boy looked up in the slanting rays of the setting sun, giving a warm orange tinge to the sky "And we shall go before your parents notice your absence" the boy held out her hand to the girl.

"But I want to see another trick" the girl pouted. Her pink and small lips were pushed forward. "I hope I have a powerful magic like yours, so I can make many tricks" the girl makes a big circle using her arms.

"I think your magic is very interesting. You can make a lot of tricks if you practice more" said the boy, looking fondly at the girl in front of him.

The girl pouted once again; glancing at the spirit she summoned who was sleeping near the tree.

The boy smile; looking down at the girl then he get down on her level "I will show you another tomorrow"

"Is that a promise, Azrael?"

"Promise," said the boy; taking the small hand of the girl, tightly holding him.

The little girl suddenly pulled the boy's hand; stopping him from taking another step. A small, sad smile stretched on the girl's face "Will you stay with me forever? Even though I can't leave this place?"

The boy smiled and gently flicked the girl's forehead "Yes, I will stay with you forever…… Promise"

Kyrian promptly opened his eyes; beads of sweat enveloped his body. He glanced at his right, seeing Selena fast asleep on his side. He carefully removed her arms, wrapped around his stomach, and walked towards the bathroom bare naked.

As soon as he closes the door, he saunters to the shower room; letting the cold water touch his skin. He glanced up, allowing the water to drop down on his face.

It was 17 years ago when everything around him changed. He was different and gifted by destructive magic and power that can bring anyone to their knees, slaughter a town at a young age but he couldn't save the people he loved and treasured the most with his powers.

He clenched his fist and put his head to the cold and solid wall of the shower room.

"You're the one who didn't stay……… Nara Seira Valine Mortham"

Once he closed his eyes, an image of a certain woman appeared he saw at Herstings. He was surprised.. No.. He was shocked to see someone and a woman at that, with those eyes that resembled her. After that day, the face of the woman always plays in her mind that adds to his restlessness. The way her dreamy and soft eyes stare at him was exactly the same as the girl in his dreams.