Emotions

Hector turned sideways as Queen Elvira moved away from him, then moved around so she was in front of him, her smile small, the twinkle in her eyes evident.

He said nothing. He just watched her take her seat opposite him, the feeling of her touch still tingling his skin, and his smile small and polite.

He did wonder how long it would take him to be able to reply, however. How long he would take to develop feelings strong enough to allow him forget his origins.

"You were absent for a while?" he said, his brows raising a little.

She gave a shrug. "I was around. Why? Did you miss me?"

"It was nothing important." he said simply, and then gestured at the table. "Dinner?"

He seemed to think about it for a while. "Would you perhaps like dinner in the open field? It has been a wish of mine for a long time."

"In the open field?" he asked.

She nodded, her eyes closing ever so slowly. "Amidst the flowers. Would you be comfortable with that?"

His eyes drifted to the floor. He had vague memories of he and Lana, eating out in the fields of the grand palace, and taking joy in nothing but the moon and each other.

He swallowed, his eyes rapidly blinking as he fought to keep the emotions down. The guilt came back with force, and he found himself hating himself for being so disloyal.

"I...excuse me." he said hurriedly, then went up the stairs, leaving Queen Elvira confused.

He sat in his chambers, his legs crossed, as he watched the mirror. His reflection stared back at him, and he hated the man he saw. The man who had left a woman who only loved him. He deserted her and married someone else...and now...he was even sharing the things they used to have. The things that he thought were unique to them.

The door suddenly opened and closed, and he turned to Queen Elvira. Her lips were set in a straight line, and she smiled at him.

"Hector..." she murmured, then walked close to him, her fingers nipping at each other.

"Elvira." he answered, his voice low.

"Eating outside..." she started as she came to sit beside him, then stretched her legs in a rather funny way. It was the first dent he was seeing in her rather calm and graceful manner, and beside his emotions of guilt, he found it adorable.

"Is it that uncomfortable for you?" she asked him, peering Into his face like she was trying to catch every last emotion that fell.

He shook his head and heaved a sigh. "No. I just..."

"Is it a memory you used to share with Lana?"

He turned to her, as if trying to gauge if he should say it. Her face betrayed nothing of what she felt and slowly, he nodded, then turned away again.

"I apologize. I should have been careful."

Weirdly even that felt wrong. The fact that she was apologizing for wanting something from him felt wrong.

"It is nothing for you to apologize for. I am the traitor."

"You do not judge love, Hector. I will never judge myself for loving you. Maybe I was inpatient, but I will not judge myself for wanting you that bad."

He turned to her, his eyes meeting hers. His was a mess of emotions that flickered here and there and fought for dominance, hers was a volcano under perfect control.

"You believe I feel this way because I judge my own feelings?"

She gave a slight nod. "Do you not feel guilty because you believe you have abandoned Lana?"

He tried to turn away again, but she brought her palm to his cheek and kept him facing her, his eyes fixed on hers.

"Are you not like this because you believe what we have is wrong?" she asked again, moving a little closer.

Her scent filled his nostrils, and he sought to fight the allure of her proximity. He used to feel something similar to this with Lana. He used to like everything about her. He still did not hate her but now.. What he felt for Elvira was stronger.

It was threatening to consume him, threatening to stop his very own heartbeat. In as much as he tried his best to hate it, he loved it. He loved it a little too much.

"I do not know." he managed to say, meeting her eyes as she brought her forehead to rest on his, her lips inches away from his as her noise rubbed the tip of his delicately.

Her fingers moved across his cheek, caressing slowly, and he felt his breath hitch. His eyes darted across fron hers delicately, watching her green orbs.

She said nothing, but moved closer so he did not even notice she had come closer, so he did not even see the distance between them has reduced again.

She moved her face to the right, then slowly, covered the distance between them, taking his lips slowly in hers. His hand clenched into a fist as he closed his eyes, and her lips sight his, in a slow, delicate moment.

Without letting him savor it properly, she moved away again, her hand still on his cheek, her eyes still fixed on him.

"I am sorry for making you feel so conflicted all the time. My one wish would be to make things easy for you." she murmured, but he could hear it quite well.

He actually felt it more than he heard it, her breath hot against his skim, her fingers sending delirious bursts of ecstasy everywhere she touched.

Slowly, she pulled away from him, removing her hands from his cheek. He instantly felt the cold like someone who had suddenly plunged into water, or someone who was about to freeze.

His eyes opened slowly, and he met hers, and she put more distance between them.

"I will let you decide, Hector. Your emotions are not something I can dictate for you." With those last words, she pulled further away, then gracefully holding her dress, she stood up.

It was in that one moment he made his decision. He had felt things he had fought to keep down, not from the very first day he saw her but somewhere down that line, and he had seen her in her most raw form, not just her body, but her emotions too.

Suddenly, Queen Elvira felt Hector hold her hand, and she stopped in her tracks. She turned slowly to him, her eyes wide.

"Hector?" she said as he stood up slowly to her.

He did not say a word, but slowly covered the distance between them, his hands cupping the sides of her face, and he closed in on her lips in one kiss.