My Promise to My Four King Mates

The Sun - reunion

My eyes move away from the star that is slowly growing in size and I feel a cold shiver rush up my spine, making the hair at the back of my neck stand, while I look around to find somewhere to get to safety before something happens. The night grows brighter and brighter with each passing second. I managed to take a few steps back towards the office building, but when I turn around, I noticed someone was watching me from the entrance of the building. I stop and blink a few times, brushing a hand over my tired eyes. When I look again, there is no one and the darkness that usually hides everything at this hour, had vanished and was replaced by a bright and warm morning like light. It does not last more than a second, flashing brightly and leaving me frozen in my place.

Am I this tired that I am hallucinating? Yes! I've been working days without end lately, but this just seemed a bit excessive!

Calm down, Everyn! I thought to myself and took in a few deep and slow breaths, closing my eyes and trying to calm my frantic heart that had started to beat a mile a minute. You're imagining things! You need some sleep! You need some rest ! You just need a break... right? A break. That was it-

As my thoughts run frantically through my head, they all come to a stop when I hear footsteps behind me. They are heavy, and whoever it is , they seem very determined to get where they want to get. I suddenly feel exposed, preyed upon, unsafe and I suddenly start walking right back towards the building.

Michael, the guardian, was surely still there and I could take a few moments to relax my overly worried mind and-

A hand suddenly grabs my arm and I feel fear creep in every bone, in every inch of my body, paralyzing me and making me completely forget how to function! To breathe, to think, to yank myself away, to scream for help... It makes me forget that in my purse there is a pepper spray I've been carrying for the past three years with me.

"There you are! " A voice rings through the darkness that had suddenly enveloped my mind and started to creep in the corner of my vision. "I've been searching everywhere for you, your highness. " the voice is dark, low, guttural and something in that tune makes me feel like they are mocking me.

Despite the strangeness of the voice, it sounds somehow familiar. Like a friend I haven't heard in long enough to barely be able to remember their voice, but despite this, an odd feeling of danger tugs at my chest and my guts tell me I should be running, not trying to recall where I've heard this voice before.

"Come now. This has been going on for long enough. You have responsibilities you are expected to serve and I will be dammed if I have another ounce of patience left for this foolery of yours- " the mocking tune had vanished and now, they seemed angry. Another shiver runs up my spine and I feel my heart sink into the pits of my stomach.

This is a misunderstanding! I am no highness! I am nothing but a damn graphic designer for this shithole of a company! Feer spreads further into my mind and I feel it grip tightly on every single survival instinct, smothering them and not allowing any to kick in.

The grip on my arm slowly gets tighter and I'm yanked backwards and twirled around, so I'm finally facing the person who decided I was the one they searched for.

As I'm facing my captor, I'm once again left breathless and completely incapacitated as my arms raise and stop me from colliding right into his chest. My head falls backwards lightly and my eyes take in the breathtaking face of the stranger who looks down at me with such an intense gaze, I feel that he is trying to read my mind as I simply stare at him, with round eyes and parted lips.

It almost felt as if he was ripped right out of the sun. His hair, at the level of his chin, half brushed back, half framing his face, wavy and the exact same color as golden wheat, pointy ears peaking right from under it, a few gold chain piercings adorning them, his skin ever so slightly tanned, kissed by the sun, his nose strong and his lips broad and fleshy, curled into an animalistic smirk as if he is drinking in the utter disbelief I stared at him with. His cheekbones are very prominent and his jaw is square and strong, his chin holding a slight dimple, that at a closer look is actually a scar that healed almost perfectly. His brows are sharp and neatly cared for and I'm not sure if this makes him less or more fierce. His neck is elongated by a tall and hard collar, but the thing that stands out the most is the color of his eyes: They are like two embers that spark brightly after the fire has simmered down, orange with specs of red and gold that almost feel as if they move and change position when he blinks . They are both highlighted by black eyeliner that contours the lower lash line that turns into inward wings under his eyes, contouring his cheekbones even more.

"It has been quite some time, hasn't it, your highness? " he speaks, his voice now sultry, as he brings his face closer to my petrified one, his nose brushing daringly against mine, as he breaths in my scent, his eyes closing slowly, his chest broadening as he breaths in. "Never knew I'd miss your scent as much- " he smirks and his eyes snap open, making me let out a gentle squeal and come back to my sense when all the air from my lungs had run out and my body forces me to finally breathe again.

I step back and yank myself from his grip, stumbling a few steps backwards, gripping my purse harder and bringing it in front of me, fidgeting with the zipper to start searching for my pepper spray.

"Get away from me, you creep! " I hiss at him, my voice shakier than I wished it were.

The man is still leaned forward, his face at the same level as mine, eyeing me with interest and a mocking smile curling once again on his lips.

"It's been that long, hm? " he slowly straightens himself, making me very aware of the height difference between us and how otherwordly he actually looks. "Long enough for you to have no memory of me, hm? " he sighs ad runs one of his gloved hands into his hair, his eyes looking to the side with a hint of dissapointment.

He is wearing something that makes me think of armour. But not a battle one. Maybe ceremonial? Bright hues of red, white, gold and black. A red and black tunic, with a high straight collar that reaches right under his jaw, with golden accents and embroidery. A black pair of pants and boots, and white fur draped over his left shoulder that is chained to his tunic with a sturdy golden chain. The man stands tall at around 6'6 and I feel like the smallest person in the world now, at 5'3.

My hands finally get a grip of the pepper spray and I yank it from my purse, pointing it towards the man, but his brows only curl upwards in amusement, before a dark laughter rolls off of his lips, making his whole body shake.

My stomach turns and churns with anxiety and my brows narrow.

"What's so funny, punk?! " I hiss and I feel my throat dry, achy. "Missed the comicon building?!" I want to stand my ground but the ground feels unstable and shaky and I still have the urge to turn around and run for my life.

Weeb or not, this man was absolutely huge. His shoulders were almost twice the size of mine, his arms looked muscular and despite the thick material clothes he is wearing, he looks like the weeb who works out on a daily basis!

"Comicon? " the world rolls out of his mouth in a strange and unfamiliar way and it really makes me think he is an alien! his eyes seemed to widen for a brief moment as he tried to understand the word, before he completely disregards it and his eyes roll. his gloved hand reaches up to his forehead and he seems to tap it with a hint of frustration. "Alright! Fun reunion- " his arms spread and he offers me a fake smile, before the smile suddenly drops and he turns serious and I feel like I made the worst mistake of my life to call this man a punk. "Now, leave that aside and come- " his hand extends to me, and as I stare at the black leather that hides his skin I feel like I'm about to make the wrong choice, whatever I chose right now.

Nonetheless, I raise the spray up and press the button with all my courage.

...

Nothing. It seems that the mechanism that triggers the spray has somehow broken down right in this moment and I'm left completely unarmed in front of him.

His brows narrow and he seems displeased at my pathetic attempt to get rid of him. A low scowl escaped him and he reached his arm to grab me. Out of pure instinct, I threw the pepper spray right at his head. I don't wait to see if it reaches its intended destination as I turn around and start running away, disregarding how uncomfortable my shoes are.

The man hisses a curse, loud enough for me to hear and the pepper spray lands on the ground with a few loud metal clanks that echo on the empty streets.

"Cyra! " the man calls out and I feel my heart skip a beat.

That was far from being my name, yet, as it fell from his lips, I felt like it struck me from behind, so hard that I trip over my own feet. Before I hit the ground, his hands took hold of me again and I was pulled sharply against him, my back hitting his chest, hard enough to almost knock the breath out of my lungs.

"No more playing around, my Cyra. We need you back home- " his voice trails off, fading into the silence of the night, his arms slowly wrapping around me and his perfume creeping its way into my lungs, into my mind. Amber. Spices. Wood smoke. They feel so familiar that I feel a strange longing tug at my heart, as if a red string was wrapped around it and he held the other end of the string right in his hands.

His free hand moves up and takes hold of my chin, forcing my head backwards so I can look up at him. Our eyes meet and I feel my breath leave my lungs again and the string around my heart giving it another painful tug.

"Nothing is the same without you there ... " his voice trails off again and his thumb brushes under my lower lip making me tense. To this, he smirks again, his lips peeling back and exposing the most perfect teeth I've ever seen, and a lovely pair of sharper canines that immediately catch my eye.

"Who are you? " I manage to whisper between the nonsense gibberish my brain spits at me right now.

Who are you and why do you feel so familiar? Why do you hold such power over my heart? Why does my chest ache for- I feel myself shudder -you?