She met him as a child, he raised her like his daughter...until she fall in love with him. She was the princess of a kingdom, betrothed to another strong king. He was a young priest, swore to only love god and never touch or even think about any woman. 
 Will he be able to resist that love and temptation, and stop himself from doing the greatest sin? Did she ever get the love she wanted? Or will she be trapped in a loveless marriage? 
And will society ever let them two together or the pure love will be treated as a sin?
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I chuckled hearing his answer, he was talking like a possessed man, without any emotion. I already knew I was going to get rejected by him, but still, I tried...
He is a priest after all and had years of experience in resisting seduction. What was I even thinking when I decided to tell him my feelings? 
“ Sure Father, I won't get late”, I replied and turned around as I get the worst idea of my life. I can't be more shameless, can I? It's all worth it though...for him, I have no shame. 
My heart was pounding, and my whole body was shivering because of fear. Was I really going to do this? Hell, yes. 
The soft silk gown fell from my body when I removed it. My long golden-brown hair was hiding my back but still, it was outrageous to stand naked in front of another man, and it was even more sinful if that man is your father!
I saw his lascivious gaze when I turned around after sitting in the bathtub. The rose petals were hiding my body, but my bare shoulder was still visible. 
It wasn't even allowed for me to reveal my full face to anyone, but here I am, naked in front of a priest.


Worship and Desire

I looked at the woman in front of my eyes, peering at me from the mirror, her golden brown curls weren't hidden under a veil but glistening with the silver shinning crown on her head, sad eyes twinkling as if two sapphires on the sunshine, and her lips, painted under rose tint yet dry as a leaf, still yearning for something, someone...father Nicholas' soft lips. 


It's been two full moons since he left, two months, without any letter, without any words, without anything. And if it weren't for Micheletto, I hadn't even found out that he is in his country, in his home, and with his people. Why would he want to come to me; to an enemy, our kingdoms were at war even before I was born...and now when his father got a coronation, and people were already seeing Father Nicholas as a presumed heir, then there is no chance, he would ever set a foot in Scottish soil, not until if he intends to take my throne. 


Chapter 31: Xenia