✔𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐳𝐞𝐧 𝐈𝐈𝐈: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈

Chapter 162: No Match Against Flames (EP. 03)

Gratitude blossomed widely in her chest at the thought of the fire king who managed to step in and intervene before Elgon can glue his gaze on her. If there was a man she would want to stare at her that way, it would be Aiden, and her husband alone.

Her astonishment towards the legitimate fact that the Prince of Draven has the same ability as Aiden's is soon drowned out by the impenetrable level of nausea which made her stomach churn just thinking about it.

Elsa yelped as a well endowed arm suddenly trapped her against the creamy painted wall, her frightened blue eyes locking on familiar yellow ones. Her chest rose and fell in a nervous heap, fear beginning to contort her face. Elgon's warm breath tickled her neck while he placed a satin clothed hand under her chin, and the Dravenian royal inhaled her scent as he feels the ice queen tremble before his mercy.

"Mmh, I didn't know that the Queen of Arendelle is capable in playing hard to get," Elgon huskily whispered, his mouth next to the lobe of her ear as he said this, "Even going as far into an area of privacy."

"D-don't get any wrong ideas," Elsa shivered beneath his touch, facing her left as a form of resistance, "I was m-merely going to where I was supposed to go."

"Mmh, concede now, darling. We're all alone in here," The Prince of Draven's hand reached her waist, "Admit it. Your husband is terrible." "I l-love my husband more than what it looks like for you!" Elsa screamed in a strident manner, "You disgust me, Prince Elgon."

"It would be more disgusting once the King of Arendelle sees the lovely sight of his wife lip locking with a widely desired prince," The Dravenian royal smirked.

"G-get off me. Please," Elsa implored breathlessly, warm tears coming into fruition as an intricate patterned sheet of frost crept on to the wall she is helplessly caged in. It solidified into rigid ice in a matter of seconds.

"Hard headed, aren't you?" Elgon latched his arm around her waist and roughly backed her frail frame up against the wall more, "You are everything I long for in a bride. The King of Arendelle is luckier than he seems to be," He petted her hair, his nose almost grazing next to hers as he said this.

Her heart almost leaped to the back of her throat, her heartbeats increasing their pace into an erratic manner while they thumped within her chest.

Bile threatened to rise once she felt a pair of lips firmly press against hers.

A-aiden... Anna... Anyone...

Elsa's mind raced in an urgent flurry of ideas, screaming for help as an example. But that wasn't an option, the identity of the potential witness is unpredictable. If the witness wouldn't be her husband then the scene would appear like a revolting scandal.

"GET THE HELL OFF MY WIFE!"

The thunderous sound of Aiden's voice proved her hopeless doubt wrong. It bounced off her ears like an angelic echo— but the warmth of her husband's arms catching her falling inanimate figure betrayed her thoughts of his audible rage being nothing more than a dream.

Aiden's panic flew into a fit of rage as his eyes darkened. Elgon's confidence dropped abruptly into that of a mouse, since the moment his livid eyes met the fire king's green ones, he realized those irises and pupils promised nothing but hell bent wrath.

The King of Arendelle unleashed an animalistic roar of vengeance as he clutched the fainted body of the love of his life. His knuckles cracked to signify their lust for violence, and his desire was finally sated once Kristoff managed to get his sister in law from her husband.

Elgon simply sat there—impassive and unmoving, a hand not so tending to the blood dripping off his nose. He recovered his stance and hurled a sickening punch to avenge himself, but his counterattack wasn't as effective.

"Aiden, stop!" The former mountain raised his voice, "YOU HAVE TO STOP!"

"I'm sorry," Aiden darkly jabbered, single handedly lifting the Prince of Draven by his neck, "I'm afraid this man is provoking me not to," He deadpanned.

Elgon was about to say something before he was precipitously thrown into the wall, a hiss of pain tearing through his gritted teeth once Aiden's booted foot met his ribcage.

"What the—" The General of Arendelle almost swore, a squadron of frolicking guards not too closely behind him, "AIDEN?! Aiden, get a hold of yourself!"

"I'll tear you up, limb from limb," Aiden's voice was raw and primal, "YOU'LL MEET HELL WHEN IT COMES FROM ME."

"I-i'm sorry, Mags!" Kristoff shamefully warbled, "I couldn't stop him!"

"Well, I'll be damned," The General admitted with obvious pity written across his face, "If anyone tells himself he can, then the audacity. Somebody tell me what's going on before someone dies tonight."

"The King does not attack without a valid reason," Lieutenant Matthias intoned, "Captain Lars, you know what to do. General, Private, strain his Majesty."

"I will pray for your luck," Lars bowed his head in sincere respect.

"Please, take her to their room and let her rest," Magoo entreated to Kristoff, "Princess Anna is currently standing in her Majesty's position and we wouldn't want any guest finding out that something is amiss."

"Of course, don't worry."

Just worry about the Prince of Draven's survival.

To be continued
on the next chapter...