72. Farewell
Freda’s POV
“*Muah! Muah! Muah! Muah! Muah!” The sound of Damien planting several kisses all over my face sent shivers down my spine, instantly I drifted back to consciousness. I smiled broadly and forgot for one moment that it was Damien who had held me captive and refused to take my opinion of not wanting to be a queen in his kingdom where he’d be a vampire king. I forgot everything that happened downstairs and how I felt humiliated.
“You are so beautiful my queen, I've been wanting to do things since I saw you outside,” Damien says. Still dripping, with his soaked hair and bare skin. “You should get dressed,” I say very considerably.
“Yeah, I know,” he says trying to wear a blazing smile. I looked away to avoid being charmed by him because I knew for a defiant fact that if Damien’s teeth gleamed with a smile I’d be charmed again.
“Put me down please,” I asked, trying to be polite so Damien could keep me down and I could be back on my feet. He did and I gestured to the towel sitting idly on the bed.
“Huh?” He said as if he was confused about what I was trying to say. “Get the towel and wrap it around you are naked for goodness say” I yelled gesturing a funny frustration with my hands and trying to shun my eyes with my right palm as if to disrupt my vision and deprive me of seeing his full masculinity.
Damien smirked. “Get your ass here,” he said as he gestured to the side of his shoulders.
I nodded in rejection and tried to leave his chambers. I fumed at the confusion I was battling with between leaving his presence and the undeniable attraction I had for him.
I resolved to stay and watch him dress up. I also resolved not to let the growing bond and tension between myself and Damien eventually lure me into accepting to be his queen because I’d be so disappointed in myself if that ever happened.
The charm and splendor from Damien was getting too much for me to handle. “I’m gonna run away,” I say to myself. I had to hatch a plan.
“Sorry what?” Damien asked, unknown to me I had accidentally voiced out my thoughts. I froze, my heart beating. I didn't mean to say that out loud. I looked from mine to his, hoping for an answer. His expression had softened from a playful grin to something more profound and somber.
"You want to run away?" His voice was deep, full of interest, and something else I couldn't quite place. I inhaled deeply and made an effort to compose myself. "I just can't be your queen, Damien. This is not the kind of life I want. None of this was requested by me. "
My internal struggle came across in my shaky voice. As I moved in closer, Damien's presence was unmistakable. "But Freda, you were given this existence. Additionally, I wish to live this life with you." His eyes softened for a second or two, and I saw tenderness beneath the regal exterior.
"You're not listening to me," I said, a little annoyed. "You just keep making decisions for me without ever asking what I want. I just can't accept that I have to act like a queen."
Damien furrowed his brow, processing what I had spoken. "I understand how tough this is for you, Freda. However, I'm not trying to control you. I'm trying to keep you safe and secure. You would be able to protect yourself as my queen and join me on an equal basis in this dangerous world."
His justifications made sense, yet they did not ease my chest's burden. "And what happens if I refuse to accept that degree of power? What if being myself is all I want? Going to school and fulfilling my dreams, Not a queen, not someone always pressed for time. Just put, Freda."
Damien inhaled deeply and ran a hand over his slightly damp hair. "I don't want to lose you, Freda. You can't leave me." He stated it with a voice that was a little cracked, honest, and raw. "However, I don't want to force you into something you won't enjoy. I just—" He paused, his eyes landing on mine. "I just thought that maybe, with time, you might see things differently."
The sincerity of his remarks pulled at a deep-seated feeling inside me, and I started to lose my willpower. I couldn't, however, succumb to such ease. I had to hold my position. "I need time, Damien," a mumble that hardly made sense. I need space to think and breathe. It's time to take a step back from the pressure and figure out what I want.
He nodded slowly and his eyes had a hint of melancholy. "If that's what you need, I'll give it to you. But Freda, know that I'll be here waiting for you. whatever the length of time."
I experienced a tidal wave of conflicting emotions after hearing him speak. I wanted to trust him, to trust that he would respect my right to privacy. However, a part of me was concerned that no matter where I went, his pull over me would remain. Even though I answered, "I'll... think about it," you could hear me question myself. I asked for a room, and Damien came over to give it to me. "Please take all the time you require; do not run from this. From us." I simply nodded and turned quickly to go before my genuine feelings were betrayed by the tears that were about to spill. I was too uncomfortable answering. As soon as I reached the door, his voice stopped me cold.
"Freda," he mumbled. After pausing, I gave him one last glance. "Keep in mind that if you ever feel uncertain or perplexed, you're not alone. I'm here, and I always will be." I bit my lip, trying to control the emotions I felt at this point. Everything Damien was saying made sense but to his world, not mine. I had a family outside Damien. I had a life. I had a purpose and above all, I had my own dreams. Becoming the queen who knows magic in this kingdom and making Damien a vampire king would simply be me living his dream.
“You really should get dressed properly, those underwear are doing little to cover you up.” I gestured to the closet so Damien could cloth himself up and quickly I bought myself time. Instantly as he walked towards the closet I took off through the other door adjacent to it.
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