Bloodline Betrayal

Chapter two - the start to a disaster

"Hi, Orion," Ophelia uttered solemnly, her voice wavering.

"Princess Ophelia, are you alright? Why the tears? I noticed you left in a hurry after our conversation, but I didn't realize we upset you," Orion swiftly entered, closing the door behind him as he guided Ophelia to her bed, settling her down before taking a seat himself. Tenderly, he brushed away a fresh tear from her cheek. "Princess Ophelia, what's troubling you?" he inquired, his concern deepening at her silence.

"I'm fine, Orion. It's nothing, really," she responded, another tear escaping her, her sniffles betraying the depth of her distress. "It can't be nothing; your eyes are red, and you've been sniffling," Orion persisted, gently lifting her chin to meet his gaze as she had been staring at her hands. Ophelia felt a rush at his touch, her mind racing as she realized the gravity of the situation. This was her sister's future king, her sister's happily ever after.

"It's okay, Orion," she said, averting her gaze from his intense eyes. "My princess, you're clearly not okay. Is there anything I can do for you?" he asked, offering a reassuring smile. Caught in his gaze, Ophelia couldn't help but notice the beauty of his eyes, unable to tear her own away. "I-I just wish... that I could have my happily ever after, like Samantha," she whispered softly, her tears flowing freely as she buried her face in Orion's chest, seeking solace in his embrace.

Shocked by her vulnerability, Orion instinctively wrapped his arms around her, comforting her with gentle strokes. As the reality of her actions set in, Ophelia recoiled, realizing the impropriety of seeking comfort from her sister's betrothed. Apologizing profusely, she pushed herself away, seeking refuge in the bathroom, intent on locking herself away.

Determined to console her, Orion followed, his hand catching her arm and turning her to face him. Cupping her face with one hand and encircling her waist with the other, he implored, "Please, Princess Ophelia, let me make it up to you," a mischievous smirk playing on his lips as he leaned in for a kiss. But Ophelia squirmed out of his grasp, retreating closer to the bathroom. Once again, he caught her, pressing her against the wall, his hand now caressing her cheek. "Please, Princess," he pleaded, his own cheeks flushed with desire, leaving Ophelia stunned at the sudden turn of events.

"Knock Knock"

Orion glanced up at the door, then back at her, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he winked and released her. She sauntered towards the door, anticipation mingling with the traces of tears on her face. Before she could turn the knob, she spun around to check his whereabouts, only to find him vanished into thin air. Opening the door, she was met by a concerned maid.

"Princess Ophelia, your mother sent me to inquire if you were alright," the maid's voice was laced with worry as she observed Ophelia's tear-streaked countenance.

"I'm fine, just needed a moment. I'll return for the coronation king announcement," Ophelia replied, her voice barely above a whisper, tinged with shyness.

"Are you certain, princess? I can stay and assist you," the maid offered, poised to step inside."No, it's quite alright. I just need some solitude," Ophelia insisted, fearing the maid might uncover the mysterious boy in her quarters.

"Very well, princess. Do not hesitate to call if you require anything," the maid said before departing. As Ophelia shut the door, she barely had time to survey the room before the boy emerged from the bathroom, seizing her by the waist and drawing her close.

She tentatively wrapped her arm around his neck as he kissed her once. His gaze met hers as he pulled back, finding her smiling and blushing, giving him the permission to proceed. Leaning in once more, he kissed her with greater fervor, deepening the embrace. Gradually, he guided her towards the bed, their lips never parting.