precious_pruddy

Silver Winner WPC #225

In the Acerradia kingdom, women were stronger and more powerful than men. This was due to a specific gene in their bodies that men couldn't possess. 

It gave each woman different ability and strength. Hence they ruled the kingdom.

Men's duties were mainly to stay at home and look after the family. Come of age and find marry into a good family. They were to be seen but not heard, felt but noticed.

This was the way until Princess Ariadne met a man who dared to look her in the eye and talk back at her. 

The man was not just foolish to challenge her but even went ahead to call her names. She was not going to stand for it. She made him her husband was determined to break him.

Princess Ariadne; bent on making Draxan bow to her.

Draxan; wants to prove that men are equal to women and anyone who thinks otherwise is a fool.

Will the princess succeed in forging Draxan to be like other men or will Draxan win and show that men too are capable.

Will their hatred for each other's opinion let their relationship remain merely as strangers or will they grow to love one another?

*Cover is not mine and the credit goes to the owner. If he/she wishes to then I will remove it. *

Love Bloom: A Touch Of Roses

Draxan slept the hours away. His mind kept taking him back to the kiss that he shared with the princess. The expression on her face was nothing short of breathtaking. 


Her cheeks turned a deep shade of red, as she blushed. He found it cute how shy she was in that moment. She didn't dare to meet his gaze, it was too good to resist landing another kiss on her lips. 


Her rosy lips tasted like strawberry, the sweetest taste he had grown to love. The taste lingered on his lips, the burning sensation of their lips becoming one was way to familiar to him and he wouldn't have it any other way. 


His lips curled up into a smile. He couldn't stop smiling and his heart would stop thundering in his chest. Threatening to leave his body and ran to the princess. 


He turned on the bed, her face vivid in his mind. He could see her smiling at him with happiness in her eyes. It was a scene that drove him to float further in the fluffy cloud of whatever he was feeling.


What he wouldn't give to have her look at him like that everyday. His eyes opened, he sighed. 


Winning over the princess's heart was not going to be easy. Firstly, he needed to create a comfortable environment between the two of them and bridge the distance between them. He could achieve that with his request.


The little things might seem like a stupid waste of a perfect opportunity but to him it was not so. He wanted for the princess to get used to him, to get used to the warmth that he had to offer her and for her to get used to him. Day by day, he will leave an imprint on her that she would never be able to erase.


He massaged his temples, he had just realised that he was not doing it benefit from it. He had gotten everything he could ever want. He had the title and the chance to prove that a man is capable of doing the work meant for a woman. 


It was his chance to rewrite the way the story was told and give men a chance to stand along side women in the society. But even then he still felt the need to do that with her. 


The memory of the their first morning together flashed before his eyes and he laughed.It was adorable seeing the princess in that state, the blush, the shock and all made her look even more beautiful than she already was. 


In that moment, they felt like husband and wife. In each other's arms whispering sweet nothings to each other like they were the only people that mattered. 


He found that he wanted every morning to be like that morning. To wake up holding her in his arms and tease her until she turned red like a tomato. Just the thought of it makes him so high.


His heart fluttered day dreaming of what life would be like if they were like that with each other. If the hatred in the princess's heart melted away at the whisper of his name. When she would flush red at the sight of him and shy away when he came near to her. 


To have her miss him when he was not around and for her to see her paradise everytime she would gaze into his eyes. For her to depend on him and have in her heart that she could rely on him on her most troubling anf lonely days. 


He dreamt of a time when love would be the only song that their hearts sang when they met. The wonder that it would bring to them and how happier they would be with each other. 


"If only," he whispered desire oozing from his lips. He brought his hand to his lips. He glowed recalling how he had once trapped her finger in between his teeth and the look on her face when it happened. 


He traced his lips in the same way that she had done on that day. With his eyes closed he imagined her soft beautiful fingers caressing his skin. 


He drowned in the thoughts of his wife not even realising that his heart had started to beat for her. 


Growing desires