Devil's vow

Strom palace

Russia

Alaina's pov

I got up to be greeted by an empty couch with Ace nowhere to be found. I knew what he did last night and it made a surge of anger to flow through my veins, I can still feel his mouthwatering cologne wafting throughout my surroundings.

He did a blunder- a big one to think I wouldn't remember his touches, the feel of his fingers tracing my hair and touching my soul. That flow of electricity passing between us.

I felt him god-damned, I felt his kisses on my fingers, the feeling of his hands encasing me in safety.

I could recognize that touch, that feeling of warmth and security anywhere..... it was his- my saviour's. That day it wasn't Ryan who had saved me, it was Ace and I was certain of that.

Of course how would I know, I had never seen his eyes hidden behind those foggy, old spectacles. Those Stormy greens which captivated my body, mind and soul weren't visible.

To say I was offended was saying the least, what did he took me as....a fucking unpretentious person?

I was a woman on a mission today and I want certain answers.

Who is a queen? The one who runs the empire or the one who protects her king? Above all she is the one who leads a game towards the victory.

this magnanimous country was my home, the place which has given essence to me, no one plays me here, it's mine to rule and mine to

....................................

opening the door

it like stars in the cosmos. Two couches were set in the middle of the cozy

fine, I want to talk to Ace,

here Alaina, what did you wanted to talk?" I eyed his appearance, excellent, what a damn good hell

He walked outside the main door,

before he could comprehend I pushed him to the wall shoving my finger at his

the fuck are you?" I removed his damned glasses. Turquoise green thunderstorms greeted me, the deep colour of the beautiful forests with the gorgeous golden amber flecks burning in them with

couldn't be ignored and yet I found myself interrogating him instead of getting hold of his jaw and kissing him

are you talking about?" he asked calmly, fake

He looked fucking edible.

telling me or my father who would bombard you with questions after knowing you faked your identity." While gripping his collar I

his one hands wrapping around my wrists holding them above my head "You dare threaten me in my damn house pequena guerreira"(little warrior),his

father would know it eventually, I have a tracking microchip in my bag." his irises got all

me realise that my breathing had got laboured feeling the ferocity with which he was holding

if I revel myself to you ,you would not inform about this to anyone or I will kill you Alaina." his chest heaved up and down in a

how will he kill me? Maybe by kissing