WARNING: This is a very old story, written over a long period of time so it isn't the best and it has discrepancies but I wanted to keep it up as it shows my writing development. Thank you.
Who would ever have guessed that the sister of Isabella Sw...
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Chapter 78 - Roses
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The beautiful eighteen year old brunette awoke with a sigh, her eyelids fluttering as they opened and then closed in a repetitive fashion as she squinted against the flare of the sunlight through the window. She truly had to remember to close those curtains, the kings had specifically gotten her blackout curtains for this very purpose but she never used them.
Attarah sat up when she heard a crunch, scrunching up her eyebrows, she looked over to her right and saw a pristine piece of white paper and a gorgeous red rose, leaning across, she grabbed them both and read the letter as she breathed in the beautiful rose petal scent.
Good Morning My Beautiful Queen, I trust you slept well. Please, do me the honour of coming for a walk with me this morning. I would be delighted for you to accompany me and desire the opportunity to spend time with you. All my love, Aro
Attarah couldn't help but find it sweet how much of a hopeless romantic Aro appeared to be, whilst the other two were at times Aro was at any given opportunity. He wasted no time in treating her like the Queen he considered her to be. She was sure some people would treat him as though he were cringey for the things he did but she adored it.
The kings were all very different, especially in the Kind of lovers that they were but she couldn't help but feel equal attraction for all. Aro was strict and old fashioned but almost childish at times, jealous and romantic. Whilst Caius had a hard, cold and stern exterior but was lenient toward her and affectionate, a dominant lover, protective. Then there was Marcus, Dear Sweet Marcus. He was the gentlest, the most understand. The lover that allowed you to do as you pleased, a shy lover but a passionate one. Attarah couldn't deny that they completed her.
Attarah quickly headed to the bathroom in her bedroom and stripped of her pyjamas, throwing them into a plastic hamper in the corner as she stepped into the glass shower. She made a mental note to use the bath more as she massaged apple and mango shampoo through her hair, washing with a lime and citrus body wash. Attarah was sweet at heart but preferred fresher scents, those of which all of the kings provided. She just believed that scents such as crisp apple smelt cleaner than those of a sweet strawberry or candy apple, both of which were in a bathroom cabinet.
