[M] Curse me with your love

Days had turn into weeks and every sandstorm after another one had passed by the castle. What felt like a rollercoaster when he was on the ships working with the crew felt like a death sentence in the castle. The work he had to do as a punishment had bored him.. exhausted him and asked so much of him that his brain was shut off and he was doing his job like some kind of a zombie.

They had locked him up like he was some kind of animal and he would never forgive them for this. Although he was a simple human being with no title anymore and no wealthy status someone would pay for this. Rhys did not knew how or when but he wanted his revenge.. and his alone. These past few weeks went by as a blur. And everything that had happened on the ship was a fading memory. The little feelings he had for the girl where fading with every tree trunk he had to cut and with every floor he had to sweep. Rhys never had felt so humiliated in his life.

Hours passed by and as he finished sweeping the entire garden sweat was dripping from it’s face. As he wiped it away he let the broom fall on the ground and wiped away the sweat with his shirt. It would have been better if they had a much more entertaining job for him. Something like ‘guarding’ princesses or work on the ships. But instead he had to be ‘happy’ with this. As he started walking inside the castle again he held his eyes on the ground. Making no eye contact with the people around here. He obvious did not belong here and that was what he heard them whispering all the time. But before he knew someone stepped forward and called his name. ’Someone’ with a familiar voice. He lifted up his head and looked at the woman in front of him with his liquid golden eyes. His expression was moody. Just as he was.

For a moment he felt to need to just ignore her and walk on. Finish his tasks and then go to sleep and wait for another day. But he couldn’t. He knew he would be in trouble by not ‘respecting’ the girl in front of him. And the last thing he wanted was to have another problem. A surprised look appeared on the man it’s face as Robin started talking about his tasks. She cannot mean this. Can she? "Father has decided what he'll do with you, with us. And he found out about your heritage." of course. He this the King. He can do as he likes with anybody as he pleases and there was nothing they or any other soul can do about it. You cannot mean this he said with a laughter in his voice. As his eyes turned darker and more dangerous. You got to be f*cking kidding me! I am not going to marry you. In an instant his voice turned low, angry. Growling. I don’t want to be referred with the name Bayard anymore. My name is De Poitiers. And it will stay that way.

I have stripped myself freely from my title as Duke a few years ago and it will not be turned around. My brother does his job perfectly. he hissed. As he made a few steps towards robin and looked down on her. That man may be your king. But he is not MY king and he never will be It was true. All these years on the ships has made him reckless. He never had to obey anyone and he would never do that .. not now. Not ever.. Help me escape this rotten castle and we both can live free. You and I both know we will never make each other happy. He stepped back. His eyes still filled with hatred. Hatred for this country. Hatred for the cargo they had to ship all the way. He had longed back for the sea and it’s brutal tidal waves that crashed with a lot of force against the ships deck. Rhys wanted to feel the salty sea breeze on it’s skin again. And right now. Everything was taken away from him. And with this new ’task’ he would never see the ship and his crew ever again. He was a fish on dry sand. It was choking. And painful.

He stepped forward as she started talking about ‘following’ the king. His liquid golden eyes filled with rage and anger. Now even more than ever. Am I not clear?Do you think me a fool? I told you that I don’t obey to a king. Not your king, not Navarre’s king, not the Duke of Rhoynar. Nor ever in my entire life! He bashes back at her. I have been a free man my entire life. I don’t need chains around my neck and limbs like you royals do to live the life I want. I don’t need castles and pretty clothes. All I need is a boat and a captain and I am happy. Rhys fired all the frustration and anger he had on the girl in front of him. Some would call it unfair. Other would tell him that he was right. But right now. He cared about other things than the girl her feelings.

Rhys narrowed his eyes and stepped back. Taking a moment to calm himself down. He let his hand glide through his dark brown hair. Turning his gaze for a moment away from her to be turned back into a few seconds. I can’t do this. he shook his head. I know nothing from the assassination attempt on your mother. I worked for weeks for you and your father and it still isn’t enough. Some king I don’t even know is walking over my life as some giant. Rhys sighed and stepped back letting his back rest against the wall.

As Robin looked away from him he followed her gaze and then heard her talking again. He let her words run through his mind. Trying to find a way to get out off this mess. And as he pushed himself up from the wall he stepped towards her again. Until he was just a step away he leaned over. His eyes gazing into hers. What if we helped each other he softly spoke. His mouth brining towards her ear. One thing he had learned from all of this was that the castle had eyes and ears everywhere. What if. You get “us” out off the castle and I make sure you can live your life outside of the castle walls as free as a bird. As he spoke the words he tried to find her reaction. I know you want to go out.. and see the world. You long to see the world. And now you think.. How does he know that? Well.. your maids talk you know. And they are easily persuaded. The last words he spoke with a grin. Hopefully knowing what he ment.

He could feel she was overthinking his words just now. And for a moment he wanted to know what she thought. Or how she thought. Was she able to trick him? Probably? Should he give into the tricks and games? Probably not. He had to find a way to deal with all of this or else he would get mad. One thing he knew for sure if he had to stay here for a while at court: Rhys would make her life at court impossible. He would do anything to set foot outside the castle within these few days. But everything would be perfectly planned and well organised. Without getting into trouble. She would beg him to go with her. He was sure of that.

She leans forwards and touches his stubbled cheek, she's most certainly an attractive young woman and he's only a simple man. Why the hell would the kind even think about marrying his daughter off to someone like him? He didn’t knew. He only had to give into it and play along. Fine, I’ll do it. She would probably think that he was playing games with her with agreeing on this whole idiotic plan. But he had to. If he wanted to be free he had to do as the king pleases. He would be out in no time. No problem with playing games girl. he raised his shoulders and tilted his head a bit. I mean, how hard can it be to trick a king and deceive him? It almost sounded too good to be true. So he had to be careful. For himself and for the girl.

As she let her hand trill over his backbone a stroke of lightning runs through his whole body. Leaving her purple eyes to stare straight into his soul. Rhys leans forwards and gives into the fire brewing in his chest. He places his hand loose on the nape of her neck as he pulls her closer and kisses her on the lips. She wouldn’t be able to escape so easily. A shiver creeps over his spine and everything inside him goes from freezing cold to burning hot. Her weight leans against him and he closes his eyes, completely swayed by the moment. He tightens his grip on the back of her neck, still soft but pulling her closer towards him while his other hand is placed on the lower of her back. He wants more, his entire body screams for more. But he knew he should stop. He was still just a ’servant’ and nothing was made formal between them just now. In a slow way he stops the kiss between them and let his lips glide over her cheek towards her ear again. One word love: curiosity. You long for freedom. You long to do what you want to do because you want it. To act on selfish impulse. You want to see what it's like. One day you won't be able to resist. He whispered. Letting his words die slowly into thin air.

He knew he had here precisely where he wanted to have her. Slowly melting like wax in his hands. They always did. As the fiery kiss came to and end he slowly erased his lips from hers. Taking his breath again he pressed a kiss in her neck. One mistake little bird.. he softly spoke after pressing another kiss on the soft skin in her neck again and again. Rhys raised his free hand and placed his fingers around a strand of her dark hair. It was soft, like a fleece scarf or a silk dress. He twirled it around his finger and slide it back behind her ear. As he leaned back again piercing his vengeful golden pools into hers. One mistake, and I both take us down. his voice trembled. But he spoke without hesitation in his voice. Death did not frighten him. Nobody did.

As soon as she stepped back into his embrace again lighting struck through Rhys his body. He had her where he wanted her. But she also had him at his weakest. Women where always his weakest and most touchable spot. After all the years of working on the interceptor for Asher, and visiting the many brothels once they set food on land and they where free to do anything they want he always went crazy. Drinks and whores and sleep where the only three things that meant something in his life. Besides the raiding he did during his travels.

He pushed his dreams out off his head and put his focus on the lady in front of him again. That makes us equals he grinned as she places her lips into his neck again. His body almost on fire as she bit in the skin of his neck. A soft groan slipped from his lips and he grabbed her by her arms creating the space between them. Once Rhys managed his breath again he started talking. I am also very selfish, brutal. And I will not hesitate to make your life as miserable as I can at court. The last words he spoke with a sinister smile on his lips.  His eyes gazing away from hers for just a moment.

Those golden eyes followed every soul that walked by them. From a servant with a broom to a princess walking with her guards. They where al so different. And yet the only thing that mattered right now was the witch in front of him. As he turned his gaze back towards Robin he curled the corner of his lips up. His smile was sinister and not many souls could read his mind by only looking at him. Some people where an open book. But Rhys was a closed steel door with spikes around it. No one would enter. But once you did, you would never leave.

Watching every vicious soul that walked by with his tempting eyes. And for a seconds the thought run through his mind that he was now a ‘royal’. Better than the servants he used to sleep and work with. And that opened new ways for him.

His eyes where drawn into hers again as she continued her words. She knew very well how to turn him on as if she drew every thought from his mind with her tempting eyes. Rhys tilted his head and he started talking again; I like dangerous, it keeps a man focussed on it’s target. he licks his lips as if she was a prey.

After a moment of silence he let a sigh run down his lips. For a moment he forgot that the king has clenched his grip around him a lot more then he would ever thought. For now; he would never be a free man again. He forced himself to shove this thought away and put his attention on robin again. So, tell me girl. he began. What is our first goal as a ‘couple' he laughed as he placed his arm around her neck pressing her against him.

For the moment he had to live with the fact that he would never set foot on a ship ever again. Who would know when the king would loose his grip and set him free? It could be years.. or it could never happen. Rhys did not want to think too much about it but he hated it when someone put his grip around his throat and slowly suffocate him.

But she snapped him out off his thoughts almost immediately. As she pushed him into a corner out off the direct sight of other people but still close to being seen. That lady in front of him definitely made him crazy. Not only his body but also his mind. Time and time again. Ever since he had found the little witch on the ship she had layed her spell upon him. She was a new target for him to worry about. A game, a tool. But she would never be more then that. Not even if the king wants them to marry. Nor ever.  "I could think of one or two things to do. Many many dark things I've been wanting since our little boattrip.” "And I could get it nicely. Or I'll get it the rough way. Either way I'll get it.” she spoke. with a slight smirk on her face and grabbing his chin. He had to be honest. He loved the wicked games she played. The teasing, treasure hunting. It aroused him in many other ways someone could ever encourage him. "I take it you know where my room is.” Robin spoke. It was more of a demand this time. And again he smirked. He saw the movement of her hand in the corner of his eyes and once she placed her hand on his belt and moved hers to the back of his pants a smirk appeared on his face. His eyes sharp and haunting. I know where your room is miss. I’ve been there.. Done things while you were away.. he grinned. Of course it was a lie. But it could probably stir up the whole situation some more. Curse your fathers dogs, little bird. He groaned.

He would rather go sleep with the maids and for a second the though crossed his mind. What if he slept with the princess her personal maids. That would stir up some more drama. Maybe then. She would give him some space, make sure he could breath some more and do things he liked. As his thoughts continue he grinned. and his liquid golden eyes turned down into hers again. Rhys grabbed her by her waist and pushed her over with her back against the wall. Placing his free hand besides her head resting against the concrete. Anger? he laughed as he moved his hand from her waist to the nape of her neck. Pushing himself closer until she was only a few inches away from his face. Anger is a subtile understatement to what I currently ‘feel’ for you miss. his eyes sharp and his voice hissing. You are lucky that I cannot do anything ‘dangerous’ while I am inside this castle. he stated bluntly. But the truth is; you cannot lock me up here forever. And once I get out of this rotten place. I will return with a thousand men and show that precious father of yours what anger is. his words dying into thin air. his voice taking on the edge that it had when he was in battle. It wasn't the raider or the lover standing in the garden now, it was the soldier who fought to defend and protect at all costs. It didn’t matter what would happen to him. As long as he could set himself free before he would be killed.

As Robin set herself free from his grip again she walked off. And of course he would followed every movement she made with her body until she disappeared from his eyes. She knew that damn well. And as she got out off his sight he wondered if he should follow her or just continue his ‘day.’ Things could be pretty heat with no people around. He already knew that from the moments they had spend on the shit. But it could also stir up some ‘feelings’. Rhys shook his head. Of course not. He would never.

And for a moment he grinned and moved himself inside towards the kitchen. He needed a drink. Not only to encourage him but also to clear his mind. So he started walking inside of the castle.  His eyes adjusted to the dimmer lighting after being outside. Once entered the kitchen he took two bottles of whiskey from the plates. Of course people would look shocked at him as he started drinking from the bottle but it didn’t matter to him. He was not a ‘low’ ranked men anymore. He was a fiancee of the princess of Archeon. And that made him somewhat higher than the servants around here. Rhys left the room with the bottle in his hand and made sure ’nobody’ important enough would see him enter the room. And as he opened the door of robin’s room he stepped inside. I don’t think you care for a drink do you? he began after he closed the door and pulled up the two bottles he took with him.  Perhaps he just had to make the best of it.

Rhys made his way through the large wooden door and saw the maid and Robin inside the room. Placing a pleasant smirk on his face. Robin quickly turned herself around. Making her hair slap in her face. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the whole scene that was playing right before his eyes. And as Robin started talking in her native language towards the servant he watched the young woman walk towards him. He decided to block her path for a moment and smiled dark towards the lady, raised his hand and took some strands from her hair between his fingers. Playing with the rough feeling hairs for a bit. He pointed his eyes up again towards Robin and released the grip around her hair. It didn’t take long until he stepped to the side and let her leave the room. After all she was too much of a distraction and he had to focus on the black haired lady in front of him.

Ahnok staavek (hello miss) he began.Translating the words in his head. He had learned some Dovahzul words from a dragon master he met during one of his journeys. It had been a rather old men. He would be probably death right now.

Rhys handed her over the bottle and watched her took some sips from the bottle as he also took a sip from the alcohol. He closed his eyes for a moment and let the the warm brewery glide down his throat. And then opened them again. Watching her, curious. He was always intrigued when a woman with such a status could drink like one of his crew members. She was indeed a fiery thing. A creature that you don’t need to anger. But he also saw so much they had in common. She was as stubborn as him, passionate, inflammable. He grinned leaning forward pushing his bottle against hers so it made a loud sound to make a toast. We are very much alike, you and I. I and you. Us. Except for a sense of honor and decency and a moral center. And personal hygiene, of course. Rhys pulled back a stool that was placed into the room and turned it around. He placed himself on it and leaned with his elbows and chest against the back of the chair his eyes wander across her figure. For a moment there was this silence again. It was not an uncomfortable silence that layed upon them. It was more comfortable. As it had to be this way. He watched her drink from the bottle he brought, watched her petting the black cat that had placed himself on the bed. And at last she had pierced her pink eyes towards the windows.  

I know what your thinking about miss. he watched her gaze at the window again. It indeed was a spectaculair view. aye he groans as he pulled up the bottle and took another sip. before leaning his arm onto the chair again. Why do you think I want to be back on my ship as fast as possible? He answers his own question without giving Robin the chance to reply: Wherever we want to go, we go. That's what a ship is, you know. It's not just a keel and a hull and a deck and sails. That's what a ship needs. But what a ship is...what the Interceptor really is He sighed as he found her gaze again. Waiting for a few seconds to continue. ...is freedom.” and freedom could not be bought with all the money in the world. It was something that could not be bought even though you were the king or queen. For kings and queens where also prisoners of their own castle.

Suddenly she turned herself around and made her way towards him again. But to his disappointment she let herself fall down on the large couch subtile showing the feminine features of her body. Rhys took another sip of his whiskey and let the warm fluid glide down his throat, raising the bottle again.To our future wedding placing a smirk around his lips. "Say, are you planning on killing me or are you happy to see me?" He saw her eyes draw back towards a certain region on his body. And The right corner of his mouth curled up. That depends. he shrugged; for him it was a meaningless thing. He knew himself well enough to recognise that he could say one thing now and change his mind minutes, if not seconds, after. He smirks, his smile crooked but charming nonetheless. His gold eyes are easily drawn back to her as if gravity is pulling him closer. He loved letting her sit there with questions wether he would kill her in her sleep or not. She must know what kind of effect she has on him. What kind of curse she could put on him. He was just a simple man. No magic, no ’specialities.’ Only his words and his swords that he would gladly use. His brother was totally different. At least he had done his best to get better at something. Alchemy had always been Trystane his thing. And for a second his mind wondered back to his brother and what would he be like right now. He wondered.

He shrugged, as he let his chin rest on his arm. But his golden gaze never escaped hers. So, tell me Robin. what keeps you busy every day? Besides being pretty and wearing that utterly heavy dress.  Carefully he tastes her name on his lips. His gaze was burning, consuming.