Breaking Point

Queen Elvira gasped as his lips met hers, her eyes widening a little as she felt him seek entrance. She slowly closed her eyes, her hands wrapping around him, and she kissed him back, matching his fervent, yet delicate pace.

Hector's eyes closed even tighter, and he turned to the left, causing her to tilt to the right. His hand lowered to slowly caress her neck.

She gave a gasp, and he moved further, closing their distance. His hand fell to her waist, and the other caressed the nape of her neck. She sighed into him, her body melting in to him.

They had kissed before, but never one he initiated. Never one where he was so actively involved. Never one where she felt from the kiss that he wanted her as much as she did him.

He slowly broke away from her, as his hand came up to her cheek again, his heart beating hard and fast. He blinked as he watched her flushed face, the memories of the night he had drank rushing back to him.

He could remember how she felt, her body pressed up on him, her lips seeking his. Then the way she had cried too.

He swallowed, his eyes meeting hers. Different coloured eyes, one prevalent emotion, and they both could not quite deny it much longer.

Without a word, as if they were both scared to break the spell they had on each other, his lips sought hers again, and she willingly caved, letting him taste her one more time. Letting him assert to himself that this wasn't a mistake. He might feel like a traitor later, but the woman in front of him made him feel like home.

Like the moments in his life when he was the most happiest. With her, he could not feel any negative emotion, and even without him favoring her with his love, she still strived to keep him happy no matter what.

And somewhere along the way, he had gotten used to being loved by her. He was used to her wanting him, he was used to all the love she showered on him.

At some point, he had started to reciprocate it too. Without him realizing, he had started to feel all the things she needed him to feel, to crave her in all the ways she needed him to crave her.

And this was his breaking point. The point where he could no longer lie to her, or to himself. The time he could not hide from her or himself any longer.

Thea nipped at her nails, her eyes fixed on the small vial. It has already been two weeks since the beginning of the honeymoon, but the pills were still the same number. Thirty. Every two nights, Lord Adrian sent her a letter, to which she replied positively, but she could not bring herself to do it.

At first, she thought she could, but now she could not bring herself to. Not when Hector was so happy. Now when she saw all the small moments even when the Queen herself did not notice.

She walked away from the chambers, pushing the vial back into her dress.

Queen Elvira finally broke away to catch her breath, and Hector swallowed, the taste of her lips forever etched in his lips, and the way she looked engraved in his mind.

They were still standing close to each other, close enough to kiss once more, but they did not. They just stood there, their foreheads touching ever so slightly, their eyes fixed on each other's passion filled gaze.

Slowly, Queen Elvira put more distance between them, her breath hitching as she watched Hector's dark eyes.

"Thank you," she mouthed, then turned away, leaving the chambers, her steps hurried. She leaned on the closed door, her heart beating wildly.

She had wanted this for so long, wanted him to look at her like that, to kiss her like that. She had wanted him to take the initiative and now that he did...it felt so beautiful, her heart felt about to burst. She had not quite prepared herself for it, and her heart was a little too fragile for it.

Hector watched the empty space in front of him. He could almost see her there, almost feel her there, but she was gone. He wondered how long he had stopped having his mind dominated by thoughts of Lana, how long he had stopped burning with maddening love for Lana.

But most importantly, when he had started going soft for the woman he once thought he hated.

Slowly, he sat back down in front of the mirror. His lips had patches of the dark pink colour he had chosen for her, and he could not help but smile at the reflection. Her lips had left its imprints on his, and nothing seemed more beautiful.

The servants worked hard to arrange the large carpets outside close to the field of flowers, and then the food. It was a small intimate meal, as she had realized Hector preferred his meals small. He had once told her that he felt the size of the plates put more distance between the people on the dining, and he would only eat with people he felt close to.

Queen Elvira stood in a distance, her eyes glistening as she watched the spread. Hector had not emerged yet, and she had dressed in a simple evening gown for him. It was blue, the same hue of blue that she had shown him the very first day he became her handmaiden.

She smiled at the memory, then brought her hand up to smoothen her hair better.

"Elvira?"

Her back stilled noticeably, as Hector bit down oj his lips in anticipation. He had found one of the more scandalous robes, and had decided to try it. He was not so sure if she would like it, and if he did not, he had set another robe on his bed, and he would immediately apologize and change.

She turned slowly, taking him in from his feet. He was wearing the gold embroidered boots, and black slim trousers. She moved upward. The robe he was wearing was dark red with gold embroidery, matching his shoes. But it was not closed, and she could see a limited view of his stomach, up to his chest, before it narrowed down to his neck. The necklace was dangling from his neck, and resting on his upper chest.

She sucked in a sharp breath as she reached his face. He had brought a few full strands to fall just to his right brows, then lift back up to rejoin the man bun.

He looked absolutely beautiful, and his eyes searched hers.

She opened her mouth to say something, but nothing cane out, and she closed it again.

"Was this a bad notion? Do you think I should change this robe?" his voice was low, and it made her heart go almost wild.

"You...you look exquisite, Your majesty." she said, and a smile parted her lips. "Perfect."

His smile was big and beautiful, his one dimple sinking in. "It was for you."

Her breath hitched again as she watched him, not quite getting enough. This man, rather than poison or arrows, would be the death of her, and it was becoming increasingly obvious.