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As what felt like eternities passed, you began to feel even more uncomfortable than you did when Loki had first placed his right hand firmly against your behind. ‘Eternities of intimacy’ you thought, grimly. Squirming did you no good. He, however found some twisted level of delight from your apparent discomfort from being in such close proximity to him whilst being embraced in such an intimate manner. Silently willing Hetheron to make haste in completing what was sure to be a masterpiece, you made your best effort to remain completely still, as to not aggravate your prince. Do not draw attention to yourself. No good will come

Your voice came to you as a ragged breath. Laboured and hoarse from over excursion. “I will not surrender myself, my Lady.” “I know.” Came the clipped, snappy response from your aged guardian. As harsh of face as she was, you could always sense a calming, maternal warmth radiating from her when conversing with you, no matter the subject currently being centred around was your ‘relationship’ with Prince Loki. “We do not need yet another incident, as such we have previously had the pleasure to experience whilst attending the last royal public gathering…do we now, Aria? You have learnt from yo

You couldn’t find the words. “Adorable. Is this not where we would spend the days of our youth? How romantic.” He stated, taking on a deeper, smooth tone which worried you to a great extent. “L-Lo-!” you managed to choke out, void of oxygen. Void of thought. “Hnn?” he acknowledged coolly. “Speechless? Well that would be a first. Honestly Aria, did you not think that I wouldn’t know to look here first?” ‘That would also be a first’ you mused. Try all you might, you found it impossible to turn your head to face him. You couldn’t begin to fathom what you would be

Heart pounding, footing and breathing unsteady, mind reeling. The chase was on. Loki had given you a head start of about 20 seconds, before you disappeared behind a large, seemingly never ending hedge cut into intricate patterns and designs. The beauty of the gardens was almost enough to distract you from the task at hand; hiding from him. Don’t let him find you. Nearing a collection of marble statues, you decided this was your best bet for now, as you were all too familiar with the ferocity the prince would be hurtling himself at in order to find you. He was always so competitive. A trait he had retained since childhood. Before you