Scarlett's Secret

9.1 Love Turned Cold

"A man-" Tyson paused, "a being's actions are entirely their doing. Do not blame yourself for the poisoned mind and corrupt nature of the King." He whispered, whilst taking out a dagger from his side belt and heading towards the outside halls.

"Tyson what are you doing," I reached for his hand, and he shook me off.

"What I promised. I'm getting you out of here. If there's no King, there's no need for you to be locked away here."

"That's absurd! And if there's no King by your hand, there's no you and I don't want to live in a world where you are not by my side." I staggered.

He pulled away and pointed the dagger towards my direction, "You are protecting him because you love him. Somewhere deep down inside you there will always be a place for the King. Scarlett I will not let him destroy the one thing I love the absolute most in this world."

"Tyson, please -"

"Him or me?" Tyson shouted.

My god, what had I done. My affair with the King had finally driven my lover wild. "Tyson you're scaring me," I gasped, pacing backwards.

Tyson looked at his hands, realising how mad he had become as he threw the dagger to the floor. "I cannot lose you Scar. Every time you enter his bed, I feel you drift farther from me. I'm a man mad in jealousy, mad in hatred that the one person I want to protect most... I can't. Do you know what that does to a man?"

I ran over to him, and pressed myself so tight against him I swore we moulded together as one. "The King has us both in his grip. But one day, we will fly together, fly far away." I promised, kissing his hands.

I must deter his hatred and passion for revenge into something good, something I was getting quite used to doing to keep men at bay. I began unbuttoning Tyson's almond vest, throwing it to the floor.

"Scar, please no. I don't deserve your affection. I showed you the same aggression as the man who keeps you here. I'm losing myself too," Tyson breathed, trying to resist me.

Of course, that was an arduous task. I unlaced his collar with his permission, exposing his broad shoulders, and kissed them softly at first before locking my lips around his earlobe, sucking gently.

He looked at me, cautiously. I could see in the way his eyes traced my body that he wanted all of me, but we knew that we couldn't. Not because it was forbidden, hell no. We need to protect the babe as I entered my last few months of pregnancy.

But there were still other things we could do to pass the long cold nights. I tied up my brown, wild curls with a piece of ribbon on the dressing table, and slipped off my pale slip. I stood before Tyson, completely exposed.

He admired my swollen belly before pulling me into his chest. Our kiss was long and passionate, and soon we grew hungry for each other as if no time had passed at all.