Fateful Night

"Thank you, Alice."

He smiled again, it was such a beautiful smile that Angela couldn't help but become dazed. This was the first time he smiled at her and spoke to her in such a gentle tone.

"It… it's nothing…" she whispered shyly and turned her face to the side.

The man continued watching her with a shine in the eyes. It was as if he had found an interesting toy to play with. Even more, she looked so cute with her red face and golden locks that he couldn't help but smile again.

He suddenly had the need to get closer to her and touch her warm cheeks. Then he stood up and walked over to her with a wavering pace as she kept looking at him.

"Your Highness," she tried to catch him again, "you should sit… should I call for someone?"

"No," he said in a whisper, her slender shoulders were trying to carry the weight of his arms. She looked so lovely and cute that it was hard to not smile. "I am fine, Alice."

She blushed again, but then he fell when he stepped back. The strength made her fall with him, landing on his wide chest.

"I… I am sorry," she tried to stand up but then, his arm pulled her to him, not letting her go. "You… Your Highness…"

There was hesitation in her voice, but to him, it was like sweet honey pouring on his ears. That soft lips were so extraordinary, so inviting. It may be the wine or the night, maybe the stars and her soft perfume and innocent aura. But he felt as if she were a treasure.

"I…" she didn't know what to say as she felt how his eyes were fixed directly at her lips.

Then his hand caressed her left cheek, reaching her lovely mouth. The wine, the night, the beautiful and cozy house created the perfect combination with her alluring body and fragrant smell.

He lowered his lips to her in a soft kiss, so innocent that she didn't fight him. Her eyes widened up, but she stayed there, only feeling the gentleness of his touches.

Then he turned around, the sensation of her mouth tasted better than the most delicious delicacy.

"Alice…" he whispered as he let go, "open your mouth."

"Mm?"

"Alice," he pleaded, and she blushed harder. "Please…"

She felt as crying and her nose reddened, and her eyes teared, but then she nodded and opened her mouth. Just to let him enter and continue with his kiss.

The little nimble suddenly succumbed to the temptation of the night, he moved his tongue inside, and she received him while gasping for air.

"Don't…" she felt the hands of Ilian moving behind her dress as he continued kissing her neck. "Ah…"

"Alice… I can't stop…"

She felt his urgency, and it was hers too. The gentle gaze, the passionate words combined for the first time into his body, and it was for her only.

Even if it was a mistake, it would be only once, she thought, 'Only this time. Just one time.'

She was still doubting her sanity, while he was enjoying so much the soft sensations of her body. His hands couldn't stop at his gentle manners anymore. He untied her light blue dress, letting her beautiful and curvaceous body hypnotize his eyes.

"You are beautiful," he whispered when the white and soft skin collided with his fingers.

She covered her eyes to hide the embarrassment. It was the first time he had seen her that way. It was making her heart pound so fast.

"Don't look…" she pleaded, but that was only a whisper to close the last strain of reason in Ilian's mind.

He moved up and took his clothes, the soft white shirt, the black pants, everything from him, and even if she was shy and hesitating, she stole a gaze.

"Alice, you are so cute," he moved down again covered her with his body, only to feel the soft skin colliding with his. "So cute."

"Do… don't…" her heart was beating harder and harder every time his mouth touched her breasts and his fingers caressed her skin.

"Don't be afraid," he whispered, as his hands inspected every inch of her body with so much gentleness that she was afraid that her heart would bump out. "I will go slow, don't worry, Alice."

He aligned with her body and parted her legs to enter the mix of skin and sweat and passion. Angela didn't know what to do or say anymore, but he was waiting. He needed to hear her say it.

"Alice… tell me… shall I?"

Angela gulped and gasped as he was filling her insides with his fingers.

"O… okay," she whispered, and he smiled again, seeing her blushing cheeks.

"Okay," he retorted back, "Okay…" he lowered his lips to her neck and her collarbone, then to her breasts and stomach, only to travel lower.

"Don't… ah!"

His fingers were moving inside her, letting her learn the pleasure of her womanly body. She was scared, but she let him move as he wanted, she let him drown her in a sea of delight.

"It hurts!" she gasped when he joined her. "Ah…" from her eyes came running many tears that he kissed and drank them as if it was the elixir of his life.

"Relax," he was gasping and frowning. He tried to go slow, but he was so drunk in her aroma that it didn't matter anymore. He moved.

Ilian didn't know that the feeling could be so amazing, so delightful. The body of the woman before him was not the one of his beloved but someone else, someone unknown, still, she was giving him so much pleasure.

"Ha…" he couldn't help but groan when her insides tightened, making him gasp in pleasure. "You… you are… Jena..."

Her little cries only made her more enticing, and he couldn't help it anymore. His body started moving faster and faster, enough to make her scream and lose herself in the feeling. For the first time in his life, he became an irrational being, his only thought was to take the woman under him until they passed out from pleasure.

That night they finally consummated their marriage, though, he didn't know who she was. He will remember her just as an illusion, maybe a mistake, but not as his wife, her abandoned Princess.

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The next morning, before he woke up, Angela escaped the little house. She didn't want to leave any trace of being the woman he slept with. She didn't want him to notice her and despise her even more. The one he will remember would be Jena Mills, the one he truly loved, not her, never her.

Thus, Angela decided to hide under her veil again, inside her corner of the Palace, inside her dark room that now only had closed curtains every day. She chose to never reveal her face to anyone anymore.

A month passed since that fateful night.

She remembered the servants running everywhere and the knights conducting several interrogations to find the woman. But no one knew why they were looking for her. They only knew that the Prince was looking for her desperately. Then the rumors began. They thought she was some thief or even a foreign spy. They thought she was a traitor and was to be sent to jail.

"Your Highness, don't you want to go to the garden today?"

"Today is not good, Gina," Angela never forgot to wear her veil, now she was even wearing it inside her room. Her personal maids and servants were worried about her. They thought she was hiding her face because of her sadness that led her to a dry and desolate face. They even stopped remembering her true features and thought of her as an ugly woman.

However, Angela was scared. The commotion was so big that she ended up shivering every night. She knew very well why they were looking for that woman. Maybe he would be surprised if she tells him it was her. Maybe he would be happy, maybe he won't hate her if she tells him. However, remembering his face that night, she stopped her delusions. He had called the name of his beloved while caressing her body and being inside her.

'He doesn't care about me.'

From then on, she kept a low profile, and she didn't ask for anything out of the ordinary. The servants were now calling her the Ghost Princess, as she never let anyone see her and kept hidden in his room and study every day.

The research came to a stop, and no news about the mysterious woman was heard.

For a moment, Angela thought that everything would be okay, that she will be able to conceal the truth under her veil and that fateful night would be forgotten, but nothing could go as she wanted, not once fate had been fair to her.

Two months later, she found herself vomiting her food. It had happened two times before, and she immediately knew what it represented.

'This… this can't be…'