A Queen's Confession (2)

Oh, for fuck's sake. Of course, she would mind. But what could she do if Lucian couldn't accept her past?

"I'm hugging you right now," Lucian said, "Do you think I would do that if I was going to leave you?"

Lucian pulled back slightly, looking into her eyes to make sure she was listening.

"If I wanted to leave you, I would've done it already," he continued. "No, Medeia. I won't leave you. Not now, not tomorrow, not until death. Hell, even if death tries to pull us apart, I'll search for your soul."

Lucian's gaze softened. "I'll never leave you. That's a promise."

Medeia always thought men's words were like a drop of poison in a cup of sweet tea. 

The sweetness would draw a woman in, filling her with warmth and happiness, making it impossible to stop drinking until the cup was empty. 

But eventually, the poison would spread through her veins, turning the sweetness into something that would eventually lead to her demise.