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Lilith awoke, her eyelids slowly opened as the harsh light from the day outside poured in from the newly separated curtains draped either side of the largest window. Groaning lowly, her tone displeased, she heard footsteps toward where she lay.
“Time to wake up Princess!” Jaspers cheerful voice beckoned as he pulled the plush ivory duvet from her body. He stood thin and tall, his appearance impeccable and well presented as always. His suit and royal blue jacket perfectly clean, she wondered how he did it. Managed to rise so early and looked immaculate. Even the last grey wispy part of hair on the top of his mostly bald head presented itself to have had a great amount of time spent on it.
She loved Jasper, he had been the Royal Butler ever since she could remember, and had provided an almost fatherly role in her life, but it was moments like this that Lilith wished she were in a position to send him into retirement.
“Urghhhh” she groaned again, her hands covered her face and she rolled onto her stomach “Five more minutes”
Jasper sighed “Very well” his tone still chirpy “I shall display your attire for you to wear, once you decide to arise” his footsteps grew quieter as he graduated toward the door “Oh” he stopped before leaving “Elliot is currently awaiting to speak with you in the gardens” he fell silent as he closed the door behind him.
Lilith sat up slowly, her eyes adjusting to the bright tones bouncing off the already radiantly decorated room and pulled the cotton frilled nightcap from her head. Her tousled crimson hair fell delicately from beneath, descending down her neck and back, and as she shook her head, the sun shone from her mane, dancing with the loose curls.
“Guess we should find out what Elliott wants” she sighed with a slight frown upon her brow before pulling the duvet aside further to reveal a black Labrador at her feet “Good morning boy” her soft laughter and tickling fingers caused the canine to wake and roll over, exposing its soft stomach to which she petted him further.
After freshening herself up, Lilith pondered on which outfit to present herself in today. Her casual Royal attire or her more ornate dress. Stroking her chin, her dark brown eyes repeatedly snapped back to the delicate blue and white Royal decorated dress and her memory began to remember the time Jasper had it sent from the dressmaker in the quaint town of Bowerstone and it had been her favourite outfit since that day. Placing her hand on her hip she tapped her fingers quickly against her skin. Unsure of why it even bothered her to make a harsh decision on her garments for today, it was only Elliot. After being together for almost a year now, she had gradually become tired of the boy, for its all he was, and she had come to realise she pined for a man.
Slipping the gown on slowly she fastened it tightly, her breasts became restrained under the hard bodice and set higher than usual on her chest. Being an ample busted female she often found it hard to wear this dress and avoid the publics perverted gaze, but it became something she now ignored and placed in the back of her mind, today it was the very least of her worries. Deciding she was content with this choice, she pushed down the layers of thick satin on her skirt and placed her tiara neatly onto her head, running her fingers through her vibrant red hair.
“How lovely to see you up and ready” Jasper called as he entered the room once more. He carried in his hand, a round silver tray with what appeared to be a hot beverage and a bowl of something cream coloured, it didn’t look too appetizing whatever it was and Lilith screwed her face up, even the dog took a long inhale of the air and catching scent of the concoction he whined and walked away, tail in between his legs
“Do not fret Princess” Jasper sighed his free thin hand signalled toward the bowl of gloop “This homemade wonder is not for you, it is for your brother”
Lilith nodded and smiled, relieved by this “How is Logan today?” she asked intrigued, he hadn’t been himself recently and she was beginning to become concerned
“I won’t lie, he is in an extremely foul mood” Jasper answered “Im hoping my homemade porridge may help to lighten his mood somewhat”
Lilith managed to stifle a laugh “Im sure it will Jasper” she watched him turn on his heel swiftly and leave “Time to face the music boy” she patted her leg, grasping the dogs attention before leaving her bed chamber.
Outside the sun beamed down, it felt hot against her pale skin, but she worshipped its rays as she strode gracefully past two guards outside her room. They stood to attention as she passed, avoiding eye contact with her
“Good morning Princess” one greeted
“Good morning” Lilith smiled at him. Both of their red uniforms pristine “At ease” she laughed “Im not my brother” she cheekily stuck her tongue out at the first guard and he tried to restrain a smirk, but failed and a smile spread across his face “Righto” he stood at ease and the other guard panicked as his eyes shifted from side to side. He leant over and poked the first guard with the end of his rifle
“Oi!” he whispered loudly “What if the King see’s you stood like that? You’re ‘ead will be chopped off for sure!”
The first guard nodded and stood to attention stiffly as before, his eyes fixed on the wall opposite.
The red haired girl took each step slowly, savouring the warmth unaware of Elliot’s plans. The last time he asked permission to take her out, they ventured into the Bowerstone sewers, which was not a pleasant day.
“Good morning Princess oh how I have missed you” Elliot began “Not one day goes by where I…”
“That is charmingly nice Elliot” Lilith replied, interrupting the young man’s compliments, she grew tired of hearing them. Inspecting him up and down she came to notice he was dressed in his most elegant outfit. A beige suede waistcoat embellished with fine gold trim and brass buttons. He also wore a white sash over his chest, as if he thought of himself as someone of great importance. Instead he appeared to be entering a pageant, perhaps for the most irritating man of the year. Under his thick waistcoat he wore a white frilled sleeved cotton shirt. The frills were nothing close to what Lilith classed as Masculine, and her eyes darted up to his deep brown ones, they shone as he smiled but she could not bring herself to return the pleasant gesture. Instead she noticed how pristine his brunette hair sat, immaculate and dismal.
“What a fine day it is” Elliot started “Oh how I missed you my Lilith” he smiled once more and his hand reached out for hers and out of politeness she took it “I have a question for you my Princess”
Lilith made no answer; instead she waited for the question, unsure of where it will lead
“I am concerned my darling” he began, giving a slight sigh before speaking again, his fingers entwined with hers softly he gave her hand a light squeeze “The towns people are making a protest, against your brother”
“Why?” Lilith asked taken aback, she pulled her hand from his “How can they be so selfish? Against their King?”
Hearing the chants below, Lilith leant over the stone balcony where they stood and peered over the turret below, spotting a group of commoners at the castle gates jeering and booing, holding banners and boards displaying word and images against her brother
“We must find out what events are unfolding” Elliot exclaimed “According to rumours, Logan has called in his most powerful guards and they have convened in the War Room”
Lilith stood back and looked back at the castle “Let us explore” she finally smiled at Elliot and he returned a satisfied smile
“I love you Lilith” he told her, a dream like tone to his voice
“And I you” she replied, unaware of whether the statement spoke truth or not.

In the castle, Lilith and Elliot explored the labyrinth like hallways. The corridors were long and wide, the mahogany wooden panelling on the walls, combined with the maroon carpets didn’t feel very welcoming no matter how regal it appeared but from what she had remembered her directions to the War Room were correct. It wasn’t a place she was usually allowed to set foot in, and Logan had often warned her away from it.
“I hear voices” Elliot whispered as the stood in front of the large wooden doorway “I wonder what they can be discussing”
Lilith could hear Logan’s authorative voice booming around the room, she admired how controlling he sounded and it often made her feel shielded from harm, when his governing voice wasn’t aimed at herself of course.
“Here!” Elliot called as he perched down on one knee “The keyhole!” he leant forward and peered through the small opening “I can see what is happening”
Lilith lowered herself down next to Elliot, waiting for her turn in the keyhole “Well?” she asked in a whisper. He shuffled over allowing the girl to spy. She immediately saw Logan; blackness around his eyes caused him to appear exhausted, but his expression showed determination. He looked elegant in his most regal black and plum attire, complete with perfectly polish gold chest plate and shoulder armour. She didn’t quite understand what he was speaking about, or what his plans were.
“I see we ‘ave an earwig!” a voice blared from behind them
Lilith gasped as she felt herself being pulled away. Someone grasped her by the hair and dragged her upwards harshly
“You’re hurting me!” she cried, flailing her arms trying to somehow release herself from the grip
The large door opened and she felt herself being thrown into the room, she fell at Logan’s feet, her knees felt as though they took a hit and throbbed through her. Elliot landed next to her and he looked up, the Kings scowl frightened him causing him to cry for mercy.
Lilith rolled her eyes and stood up “Brother!” she bellowed “What on earth are your plans in this room?!”
Logan laughed sinister, but softly and he stood before her, taller than she and it caused her to feel slightly vulnerable. He ran his finger down the side of her face; the rough leather from his glove scratched against her soft complexion “Now now my dear Sister” he hissed “I believe I have told you many a time that this room is no place for a child”
“I am not a child!” Lilith hissed back, pulling herself away from his touch “So stop treating me like one!” she felt the anger rise inside her and also felt proud that she was finally able to stand up to Logan after years of holding her tongue.
“Stop acting like a child and I will not treat you as one any longer” he smirked and he gaze averted to Elliot “Seize him!” He ran his hand through his slicked back ebony hair carelessly affected by whatever action he decided to take from there
“No!” Lilith cried, dashing forward but another guard grabbed her arms and forced her backwards
“I have a decision for you to make” Logan said softly in her ear “Prove to me you are no longer a child” he took a step backwards “To the throne room!”
In the large room the atmosphere felt unpleasant. Lilith hardly spent any time in here, as it was where her brother went to relax, away from the noise and it was empty bar a the large golden throne, cushioned with a dark red velvet like fabric. It perched upon the raised far end of the hall, a set of six stone steps led up to the large authorative seat, which a soft violet patterned carpet sat upon expanding out over the entire room. As Lilith and Elliot were hustled into the room, she noticed portraits displayed around the stone walls, images of her ancestors, the past rulers of Albion.
“Bring them in!” Logan ordered and the group of protestors from outside the castle walls earlier were ushered into the throne room “The boy!” he ordered a second time and Elliot was pushed forward and forced to stand opposite the commoners.
Lilith frowned, her head feeling confused, what could Logan possibly want her to decide?
Logan stood in front of his sister, his head held high he looked down at her she felt threatened as he folded his arms “Now dear Sister, these commoners have run amok, going against my rules and creating chaos in the town” he paused “The punishment for them is execution”
The people gasped, not expecting to hear the sentence and one woman screamed, she tried to escape, unaware a guard stood behind her and he caught her immediately, forcing her to stay where she stood “my children” she whimpered weakly “they need a mother”
Logan ignored the plea and his attention turned to Elliot “or spare them by choosing to execute your beloved” a wicked smiled formed on his face as his black eyes bore into his Sisters own
“You are a vile man!” Lilith spat “a horrible human being!” a tear trickled down her cheek and she looked at Elliot whose eyes were hopeful
“Choose me” he spoke “Let them live, choose me my darling. I would die for you*
Lilith gasped as she sobbed quietly and looked over at the group of people, she thought about that woman’s small children, desperate and alone, wandering the cold streets.
“I-I can’t” she stuttered, hanging her head low ashamed that she could not make the mature decision of an adult. Her bright red hair fell over her face, feeling safe and warm; she wanted that feeling to remain and everything else disappear.
Logan stepped forward, releasing his arms from their fold and took his sisters chin, tilting her head up until her eyes met his. They appeared even darker and soulless than usual; the sparkle which used to dance in his eyes years ago had vanished, leaving him empty. Lilith’s eyes traced down to his lips, inspecting the scar on his lip which always left her curious, whenever she questioned to how he earned the wound, he would refuse to answer which left her even more curious.
As he spoke the movement from his lips broke Lilith’s trance and she listened “If you cannot decide, then I shall do so for you dear sister” and he thrust his hand away from her chin, catching her as he did, jolting her sideways slightly
Silence fell upon her once more; she couldn’t even look the victims in the eyes so her gaze shot downwards. Feeling faint she blinked, the pattern on the floor seemed to shift from side to side
“I shall count down from Five” Logan sneered “If you cannot choose then I shall make the choice myself”
Lilith panicked, her head shot up and her eyes closed tightly, maybe it will all go away and she will awake from this nightmare in the safety and warmth of her own bed chamber.
“Five” he began
The girl opened her eyes quickly and decisions filled her head, she couldn’t think clearly.
“Four”
“What could she do?” she sighed a tear fell down her pale cheek and she hoped for a sign
“Three” his voice grew louder and more commanding
The tear she shed had rolled down her face and to her lip where it rested and began to seep into her mouth; she tasted the salt and convinced herself it was the flavour of failure.
“Two”
She ran a hand through her bright red hair and then pulled her hands down her face, hoping it would somehow wipe the slate clean and she can relive this event as a stronger willed person
“One” Logan sighed as if he were disappointed with his younger sister; he had hope for her soul to prove to be stronger than it appeared.
“No!” Lilith cried “I need more time!” she ran to him and tugged at the plum coloured sleeve of his shirt, but he dismissed her, shooing her away as if she were an irritating insect.
“Seeing as the Princess failed to make her decision” he paused and everyone’s attention set on him, a sly smirk spread across his face “I sentence all parties to death”
“NO!” Lilith cried, the haunting screech echoed around the room. A guard held her back as she tried to fight herself free. Elliot was ushered away along with the townspeople out of the large doors they were forced into previously “Please” she sobbed “I’ll do anything”
“I love you my Lily” Elliot smiled, a tear fell from his cherub like face as he disappeared around the corner
The room fell silent, leaving Logan and Lilith alone with the guard who still restrained her
“Leave us” Logan ordered the guard who nodded, let the girl go and took the long venture down the room to the vast doors. They both watched him leave, the sound of the wooden door closing echoes loudly.
Logan spun on his heel and took the stone steps up to his throne and sat elegantly down on it, he rested his elbow on the right hand plush arm and rested his cheek upon his closed fist. Sitting with his legs open, he looked the perfection of comfortable and Lilith felt sick to her stomach that he would take the previous events without a hint of guilt.
“Do you want to save your precious Elliot?” He asked finally ridding the silence from the room
“Of course I do” Lilith frowned “What kind of ridiculous question is that my brother?”
Logan ignored the question, figuring it was rhetorical “Then I have one request from you” he paused as he stood up from his throne and began to take the steps downwards “Once you have completed this I shall spare your boy” he exaggerated the last word and it made her suddenly realise he was a boy, a whimpering, pining baby boy. Maybe this would force him to become more masculine, like….like Logan.
She watched her brother descend until he reached her and stood imposing before her “I love you Lilith” he ran his finger over her cheek, but this time instead of feeling frightened she felt warm and a sudden wave of electricity filled her causing her to twinge slightly. She wondered what this feeling infecting her could be
“I love you too dear brother” she whispered back, reaching up and caressing his hand with her own “You are a great protector of mine and I admire you greatly” she managed to stifle a smile “But what you decided today was an irrational and harsh decision” her smile faulted “Now tell me of this request so I can save at least one innocent person in this disorder”
Logan nodded and paused before he spoke, she heard him breath in slowly as if he were attempting to calm his nerves, which was odd in itself “Dear Lilith, my beautiful sister” he whispered brushing her crimson hair behind her left ear “I love you dearly” he was hesitating and ran his gloved hand down her cheek again and toward her lips, giving particular attention to the beauty mark which rest above her lip on the left hand side “If your feelings match mine my sweet Lilith, I wish to express my feelings if you would return yours in the same manner”
“I do not understand” she frowned slightly, trying to decipher his words; maybe he just pined for a sisterly embrace.
The taller man suddenly found himself lost for words, so he decided to show his affection by placing his lips upon hers. Lilith wasn’t entirely sure how to react, she knew it was completely wrong, but his kiss felt raw and sensual and she couldn’t deny she didn’t find him physically attractive. As the kiss grew stronger he ran his hands up her back, his soft fingers dancing against the satin of her bodice, and up the back of her neck sending quivers down her body. He grabbed her hair in his hand and wrapped it around his fingers. Is it frowned upon for royal blood to fornicate? Surely it would be encouraged to keep a constant, strong blood line to rule the throne. And it’s not as if either of them appeared similar, they hardly even look related. Him with his black hair and dark eyes and her with her blood red locks and pale skin, it’s almost as if they were complete opposites, light and dark.
Logan suddenly tore himself away from the kiss and backed away immediately “This….” He paused breathing heavily “...is wrong” he whispered loudly. He stumbled backward onto the first stone step and staggered up the other five until he reached his throne “LEAVE ME!” he commanded as he sat down, placing his head in his hands shamefully
“But brother…” Lilith stood forward and approached the steps, taking them carefully as she reached the throne “I had no dispute with what happened” she whispered, taking her hand and running it through his ebony hair “If it is what it takes to free Elliot then so be it” she smiled sweetly
Logan looked up into her brown eyes “You are so beautiful” he whispered taking her hand “You are the image of our brave Mother”
Lilith smiled again, she wasn’t really old enough to remember their Mother as she passed when she was very young, but from the tales Logan had told over the years, he was extremely close to her.
“Tell me” he paused as he sat up straight “Dear sister, have you ever copulated with a man?”
Lilith felt herself become warm and her face burned as her cheeks flushed a dark pink “well I errrr” her eyes avoided his gaze as the embarrassment rose
Logan smirked, enjoying the show “Have you ever united with Elliot in your chamber?”
The girls face felt as though she were now set aflame “No” she whispered
“I cannot hear you Princess” he spoke, signalling his hands for her to speak up
Lilith gulped “No brother I have never united with Elliot or any other man for a fact”
Reaching up he grabbed her waist and pulled her onto his lap, pulling her in closer he began to plant kisses on her neck softly working his way up to her jawline. Lilith gasped, shuddering with pleasure as his lips hit every single nerve as he went. She had only ever held hands with Elliot and she never imagined a man’s touch could feel this sensual. Her fingers grasped onto the fabric on his shirt sleeve and as she pulled her fingers in the plum coloured material creased in her clasp.
“Now leave me” Logan commanded abruptly as he pushed her away and she staggered backwards, managing to keep herself upright, she descended down the stone steps backwards, her eyes fixed on his soulless stare
“What about the people? I fulfilled your request as best I could” she asked, a pleading tone in her voice
Logan nodded “They will all be pardoned, even your precious beloved” he paused, breaking his gaze from hers, he sat back in his throne “Leave”
Lilith nodded and quickly left the throne room.

Slamming the door behind her to her own bed chamber she leant up against the large wooden surface of it and relaxed. She felt hot and frustrated, not entirely sure as to what just happened with Logan. She grew aware that she had to remove her dress as it constricted her so she unfastened the front bodice and pulled it off, tossing it onto the floor, she would clear it later. Pulling the thick satin skirt she tossed it with the bodice and she stood in front of her full length mirror, her brown suede looking undergarments clung to her more than usual from the ever growing sweat she produced. Her ample breasts moved up and down with her chest as she breathed heavily. Thoughts of Logan filled her head, she knew it was wrong to kiss him, but she felt fulfilled when they did, as if he were the man she had craved all along. No. These thoughts must be removed from her head, the tingling feeling in her nether regions were a poor judgement on how she felt in this instance, and she should listen to her head and heart rather than those.
Sighing she pulled her curtains closed, not wanting to be disturbed right now and walked over to her bed and flung herself onto it. The plush ivory duvet had been freshly cleaned it felt soft against her skin, the softness reminded her of his kiss against her neck. No! Closing her eyes she thought of Elliot, his sweet cherub like face and his lovely compliments, she smiled and rolled onto her back, she felt calm. That was until Logan popped into her head again and her body began to quiver, the throbbing sensation began again and she grabbed a pillow from behind her, pushed it against her face and screamed into it furiously.
That actually didn’t help her problem so she tossed the feathered pillow away angrily and growled to herself, there seemed to be only one solution to this, so she allowed the moment to flow as it needed. Her right hand began to wander across her breasts and as her fingers spread out delicately she traced them down the centre of her stomach, scraping them across her soft skin, tracing the outline of the abs in her toned stomach until her digits met the fabric of the top of her panties and quickly grasped at each side and pulled them off, kicking them down and off her altogether and as her hands rose back up again, she spread her thighs wide and began to caress her clitoris with her middle finger, soft at first. She closed her eyes and flashes of Logan entered her mind and she breathed heavily as she pressed harder, massaging in circles, it sent pulses of pleasure all over her body and as her touch grew harder she began to penetrate herself with two fingers from her other hand. Thrusting harder and faster her memory rewinded to kissing Logan and she felt her body tremor with electricity until a wave of pure pleasure exploded from her. She cried out loudly as the pulsing feeling carried on until she could no longer move her hands. Crying out her brother’s name as the final wave gushed from her body; she settled down and lay on the bed until she drifted off to sleep.

Logan awoke in a hot sweat; he sat up suddenly the deep red silk sheets slid from his chest as he rose. He dreamt about the darkness, infecting his land and taking over his beautiful Albion, he couldn’t let it happen. Reaching for a glass of fresh water at his bedside table he gulped on the cool liquid which assisted in calming his nerves. The same thoughts ran around his head, different ways to inform his people what could possibly be coming, a war. He wished it was a regular enemy, artillery, soldiers, that would be simple, but this was not.
Allowing his pulse to steady to a natural calm rhythm he lay back down, after the satin sheet contracted air as he sat up, it left the fabric cold and it felt welcoming against his hot body. He slowly drifted back to sleep again and he dreamt of Lilith. He ventured into a cave and the darkness fell upon him, he heard the maniac sinister laughter of the monster around him and suddenly a flame sparked and grew before him, illuminating the centre of the room. A body lay on the floor and dashed over and kneeled beside it, turning it over to see if he could identify the person. It was his sister. Her skin was cold and pale, paler than usual, almost white, and her body fell limp in his arms as he held her. Tears filled his eyes and he sobbed for his passing sister, the only living memory he had of his Mother. Lilith’s eyes suddenly opened and she whispered and unknown language to him and it echoed around him, her eyes were completely black and smoke began to writhe around her body, entwining around her limbs like snakes before penetrating her skin. He screamed and held her tightly, telling her he loved her, but knowing it was time to release her, he pulled away and stood up, making his way back to the mouth of the cave, away from the black evil
“You never loved me” a voice hissed, it was her.
He spun around and saw Lilith’s body upright and levitating in the air, the dark smoke writhed and danced on her skin as if it were controlling her, and her eyes completely black.
“You should have loved me” she bellowed, her voice struggling as she spoke “What kind of brother are you?!”
Logan ran his pace quickening as fast as he could toward the daylight. He could hear the screeching behind him as Lilith drew closer, her banshee like cry piercing him; he shielded his ears with his hands as he ran faster. But his legs weren’t quick enough, he felt himself tumble forwards as Lilith tackled him to ground
He woke again, the hot sweats returned. His nightmares hadn’t been this vicious for a week now, and his mind raced, wondering what he had placed in the back of his mind to trigger such horrible visions.
Lilith.
Logan felt incredibly guilty for his actions and wondered if his sister was also stirring in the early hours of the morning, only one way to find out.
Outside, after pulling on a pair of casual black trousers and boots he wandered outside. The early morning air was fresh and warm and the castle gardens were romantically illuminated by the soft lighting darted around the edge. It was times like these, when everything was quiet that he took the opportunity to realise how beautiful Albion is. Stepping further outward he glanced over the balcony, admiring Bowerstone ahead of him. It was tranquil at this hour, no bustling market or town’s people, just the breeze echoing off the great stone buildings ahead. He sighed and closed his eyes, inhaling deep and exhaling slowly. Venturing toward the left hand side of the large castle, he was nearing Lilith’s chamber and he spotted the stone staircase and advanced toward them, ascending them slowly making sure he took great care and relished in the fresh air as he went.
When he reached the top he noticed Lilith’s light still shining and became hopeful she would be awake, so he could use the opportunity to explain himself.
Approaching the large wooden door he tapped lightly with his knuckles, there was no response or movement inside to his knowledge, so he tried the door handle; it was unlatched, so he proceeded inside her chamber.
His sister was sprawled across the ivory sheeted bed, the covered pulled up to her waist and her crimson thick hair lay around her in a wild array of curls. She looked peaceful and angelic in her slumbering state, Logan decided to leave her for now and return in the morning. Turning slowly on his feet, to face the door again he heard a soft moan coming from the girl, but choosing to ignore it he carried on, his footsteps light as he advanced toward the door. Lilith moaned louder, and he looked around, she had switched positions, lying on her side, her hair swept backwards to reveal her bare neck. For some reason he found that neck irresistible, the skin felt softer than anything he had ever placed his touch on before and he found himself being drawn back to her.
Leaning down as if an incredible force of gravity pushed him he knelt at her bedside and delicately swept the remaining hair from her face and effortlessly ran his thumb across her bottom lip, his skin barely touching her enough to wake her, but the right amount so he could feel her plump lip beneath his caress. His eyes averted from her face and down her soft neck, he envisioned kissing it, descending down to her breasts, barely keeping themselves contained in her suedette bra. Delving his hand down into the waistband of his black trousers he felt himself harden in his grasp and he began to drive his tightened hand up and down, breathing heavily as he hunched over the side of the bed, his eyes fixed on Lilith’s lips, descending down to her bosom. He pumped harder, trying to control his breathing, keeping it to a quiet volume, the throbbing pleasurable feeling filling his entire body.
He became immediately startled by the dog as soon as it began barking. It stood at the foot of the bed, awoken by the fumbling’s in the night.
“Damn!” Logan fell backwards and stumbled to his feet, cursing the dog as he went. As soon as he left the room and closed the door he heard Lilith’s voice.
“What’s wrong boy?” she asked concerned as she sat up and squished the dogs face before tickling behind his ears, he instantly rolled over and panted, his tongue hung out the side of his mouth as the girl tickled his stomach “your problem boy is you are too overprotective” she giggled

The next day Logan stood in the War Room, he leant over the round map of Albion which stood in the centre of the room, his hands clenching at the golden rim and his grip tightened as he closed his eyes tightly.
“I beg your pardon Highness” Jaspers alert startled Logan
“WHAT?!” Logan snarled as he turned swiftly to face the thin butler, his black cape swished with his movement gracefully
Jasper gulped but remained composed; he tugged at the front of his royal blue jacket in a suave manner “Reaver has requested an audience with you”
“Why?!” Logan frowned, his dark eyes pierced into Jaspers
Jasper bowed his head, as if he were begging for forgiveness, he knew Logan had a low tolerance level for Reavers “flare” as he called it, dramatics weren’t really his thing, so they never really saw eye to eye “He has a business proposition Lord” the butler answered
“Fine” Logan snapped and he sighed heavily “Send him in” he growled before turning his back as before, resting his hands upon the edge of the map, speculating to what Reaver could possibly propose.
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