A meeting with fate

A Meeting with Fate

Caesar led Amelia back to the grand mansion, his steps heavy with frustration. Amelia had insisted on bringing Mayle along, despite knowing she had already made a reckless decision. She knew what she did was wrong—going on her own had been dangerous, and if something had happened to her, everyone would have blamed Caesar for it.

The journey was silent, tension hanging thick in the air. Caesar's expression was unreadable, but Amelia could sense the irritation radiating from him. She didn't dare say anything that might provoke him further. When they reached the mansion, Caesar turned to Logan.

"Make sure Amelia isn't harmed at all," he instructed before walking off without another word.

Amelia watched him disappear, pressing her lips together. She knew she had to face him again later, but right now, she had another guest to attend to. Logan followed her inside, his sharp eyes scanning her carefully, but she merely gave him a reassuring nod before heading to her chambers.

She decided not to mention anything to her parents. They would only worry, and that was the last thing she wanted.

In Amelia's Room

Mayle gasped as she stepped inside, her eyes widening as she took in the luxurious surroundings.

"W-Wow!" she breathed, looking around in awe. "This is the first time I've seen a room so elegant."

Amelia smiled lightly. "Take a seat, Mayle."

"N-No, it's alright. I'll just stand here," Mayle said, shaking her head.

Amelia sighed. "Just sit down already. You don't have to be so formal when it's just the two of us." She gave Mayle a reassuring look. "You can see me as a friend."

Mayle hesitated. "A-Are you sure?"

Amelia nodded. "Yeah."

Finally, Mayle relented, taking a seat on the plush couch. Amelia leaned forward slightly. "Now… why don't you tell me more about Matt Haizen?"

Mayle fidgeted with the hem of her dress. "I… I don't think I'll be much help," she admitted. "I don't know him personally, but I've heard rumors."

Amelia arched an eyebrow. "Rumors?"

Mayle nodded. "They say he's cruel… that he doesn't like people bothering him. Despite living in crowded areas, he despises being approached." She hesitated before adding, "And most of all, he dislikes women."

Amelia frowned. "Women? Why?"

"I don't know the reason," Mayle said softly. "But I heard that there was once a woman who was brave enough to go to his place… but no one ever saw her again."

A small chill ran down Amelia's spine, but she didn't let it show.

"Everyone says that woman is dead," Mayle whispered. "By Matt Haizen's hands."

Amelia leaned back. "So, he's that kind of man…"

Mayle looked at her with concern. "It would be better if you stay away from him, Amelia."

A smirk curled on Amelia's lips. "No worries… I'll find a way to make him see things my way."

Mayle's eyes widened. "Are you really going to see him after everything I just told you?"

Amelia nodded. "Yeah."

Mayle sighed in defeat. "Please be careful."

"I will."

"Can you tell me where he's staying now?"

"I heard he's in the capital," Mayle said hesitantly.

Amelia tilted her head. "I thought he hated crowded places?"

"He does. That's why he's staying in an abandoned mansion deep in the forest near the capital."

A flicker of excitement danced in Amelia's eyes. "Is that so?" She stood up. "Guess I have to head to the capital now."

She stretched slightly before falling back onto the couch. But there was one thing she had to do before setting out on this new venture.

In Front of Caesar's Room

Standing before the grand doors, Amelia took a deep breath before knocking.

"Come in," came Caesar's deep voice from within.

Amelia pushed the door open and stepped inside. "Good evening, Your Highness."

Caesar was sitting on the couch, a book in his hands. His legs were crossed, exuding a sense of power and authority. The faint glow of the chandelier highlighted his chiseled features, making him look even more intimidating. His dark hair framed his sharp eyes, and the first few buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing part of his broad chest.

Amelia swallowed hard. D*mn… he's hot.

Caesar's gaze flickered up to her. "What are you doing here?"

Amelia bit her lip. "I… I wanted to apologize."

He slowly closed the book, placing it on the table beside him. "For what?"

"For going off on my own without telling you," she admitted, lowering her gaze.

Caesar leaned back, watching her intently. "Do you realize what could have happened if I was even a little late?"

Amelia looked at him, hesitating. "Were you… worried about me?"

Caesar didn't respond immediately. Instead, he stood up, his imposing figure towering over her.

"No." His voice was firm, but something in his eyes flickered. "As I told you, if you die—"

"You don't care even a little about me?" Amelia interrupted, her voice quieter this time.

Caesar didn't answer.

Amelia met his gaze, her own eyes softening. "Why are you so obsessed with weather I care about you or not ?" Ceaser's eyes were boring into her's as he studied her.

"b.. because... " Amelia stuttered , faking to form any actual sentences

Caesar exhaled sharply, stepping closer. "Because…?"

She felt the warmth of his breath on her lips. That's how close he was.

"Be-because you're going to be my husband," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath.

Caesar's eyes widened slightly. "What? I didn't hear you."

Amelia's heart pounded in her chest. She couldn't take it anymore. His presence, his closeness—it was driving her insane. Her mind went blank.

Before she could stop herself, she grabbed Caesar's collar and pulled him down, crashing her lips onto his.

Caesar froze.

Silence hung in the air.

For a second, neither of them moved.

And then—

Caesar's grip tightened on her waist, pulling her even closer.

Amelia wasn't sure who deepened the kiss first. All she knew was that, in that moment, there was no space left between them.

And perhaps, for the first time, neither of them wanted there to be.