*Mykhol*
"How dare she throw me out!" Mykhol hissed through his fangs, shaking as he stood in the hall. It was infuriating, no, even humiliating. And it took all he could not to just turn back around and bust down the door.
She dares do this to me! Mykhol stomped ahead. His mind was burning and red. It was unbelievable.
She doesn't even know what she's done!
"Ana," Mykhol bit through his teeth.
Wait until my parents hear about this, they'll- Mykhol turned, ready to head toward their wing.
He was going to tell them everything that just happened, even if his mother was already there to see part of it. The last part, the part where Ana just carelessly tossed him out.
She dares push me, ME, aside as if I were nothing? As if I haven't been here this whole time. Helping and comforting her? Something much more than any of those damn humans ever did.
No, Ana will realize how much she's messed up. I'll show her. Once I tell Father and Mother-
It was only then that Mykhol stopped in his tracks.
Once I tell them? He was going to tell them but then what? What would happen after?
"They can't even do anything."
So what was the good of telling them? What could they really do besides just get upset? And then Mother will start panicking and Father…no, they had no real power to do anything helpful.
Not when it comes to Ana. Mykhol thought. What good would it do to tell them?
Nothing. Nothing at all. They really couldn't even stop the letter in the first place.
"Damn it!" Mykhol punched hard into a wall. It went straight into it and cracked through the limestone. Instantly shooting pain up his arm enough that Mykhol snarled loudly.
"I thought this wouldn't be a problem." Mykhol breathed in disbelief. How could it be?
"Not anymore, not with all the time we spent together." Surely, that changed things, right? That, with all the time together, how caring he was, how considerate, Mykhol had proven himself by now, right?
I thought we were closer. I thought she'd trust me. I thought- But it seemed he was alone on that, clearly, by how coldly she could just toss him away.
Toss me away…like I mean nothing.
"I overestimated myself." Mykhol could only say, seeing he was the only one who thought so. But even then, he didn't doubt himself too hard.
No, there was time still. Ana was young. He still could push himself into her life. Make himself an essential part of her. So much that she would never push him away again.
I can still make myself indispensable to her. Mykhol collected himself.
"I can make it so she can never turn me away." And as for the letter- Mykhol retrieved his hand. Behind, it left a good imprint of his fist in the wall.
"If Ana wants to write, I'll return to how we were. I'll 'help' her with the letters again."
Mykhol smiled, feeling calmer. Yes, their agreement still stood. He would still find a way to influence himself. He would find this as just another opportunity. He would find a way. He always did.
They're children, after all. Mykhol calmed more, seeing his advantage. He would use it and use it well.
Someone will slip up eventually.
"And I'll severe everything for good then." Mykhol laughed darkly. He would revel in that moment when it would happen.
It will be so great. Mykhol could already imagine in his head. Those damn blue eyes- the both of them, gone from our lives. Mykhol laughed deeper.
But it did not last as Ana's image came back to mind. How she pushed him and then refused to look at him. She still didn't look at him when he left the room. All while she held onto his letter.
This is all his fault. Ana would have never done this otherwise.
Ana would have never turned against me if not for him. He's the one who got between us.
"Prince Nicoli…" Mykhol growled with a fit of new anger just as he noted he wasn't alone.
Ahead, Mykhol heard them. Someone was turning into the hall. It was Naska coming around the corner. She was moving quickly without lifting her head and hadn't seen him yet.
"Naska." Mykhol greeted.
"L-lord Mykhol?" Immediately Naska grew flustered, noticing him.
"You- hello, my Lord." Naska stepped back with a flush. Her eyes darted from the floor to Mykhol. She shifted anxiously in place.
Naska stole another look up at him. But then, she quickly looked down again as if being bashful. Mykhol continued to watch her without a word.
She likes me. Mykhol could tell. He never gave Naska attention before now. But now, he considered her.
She's not my type. Mykhol decided bluntly. Naska had a face that was long and sharp. Her cheeks were thin and hollow. And her body could be described similarly. Naska was not soft in any form.
Like a doll made of twigs, Mykhol thought. If it were any other time, Mykhol would pass on a girl like her.
But today is different. Mykhol could make an exception. Dealing with Ana had left him restless. He was frustrated and didn't have any way to release it.
Well, almost. Mykhol smiled and gently took up Naska's hand.
"Come with me."
"Lord Mykhol?" Naska's eyes sparkled and made no protest as Mykhol led on. Instead, he could feel her heart quicken as he turned to open the unused guest room.
Mykhol could feel Naska drop his hand as he walked in. Looking over his shoulder, he could see Naska's face pale as she looked at the bed.
"My lord, I need to return." Naska stepped back. But Mykhol only looked at her directly. His stare had her stop as a carefully crafted smile pulled up on his lips. It was a smile he needed no practice in. Mykhol knew he was a natural at it.
Any girl who saw it would do as he said.
All save for the one who mattered.
"Get in here." Mykhol's voice curled with clear intent.
"My lord," Naska simpered. But she couldn't stop. She stepped forward and closed the door.
"My lord, do you really? My lord you that I love-"
Mykhol held his hand out for her. Naska sprinted over to him. Her face was eager.
"I love you. Please my lord-"
"Shh," Mykol hushed and pressed a finger to her lips.
"Ah," Naska squeaked as Mykhol twisted her around to push her back into him. He flinched at the sound. The sound of her voice was off-putting. He didn't want to hear her.
This was just about release.
"My lord-" Before Nasaka could moan again, Mykhol tore back her collar. Her soft neck and shoulder were exposed. Mykhol snapped down to stab into her flesh, filling his mouth with her blood that he swallowed greedily.
Anastasia…Mykhol closed his eyes.
"My lord, that hurts." In his arms, Naska began to squirm. "Please, it's my first time-"
But Mykhol growled and bit deeper. He pulled Naska's hair and reached down. His hand found the laces of her skirt and pulled them out. Naska's dress fell to the floor.
"My lord, wait-" Naska gasped, but Mykhol wasn't listening. He sucked until he could feel his belly hurt. It was full. But Mykhol still wanted more.
It's not enough. Mykhol again saw Ana in his mind.
Ana was in front of him. She was in angry tears and turning from him. Now, Ana wouldn't look at him.
"Damn it."
Mykhol, let go to throw Naska face-first into the bed.
"Ah, my lord." Naska cried for his touch. "I love you."
Naska looked up with tears in her eyes.
"My lord, I want-"
"Stop talking." Mykhol looked past Naska. It was Ana who he saw. It was Ana. And she was looking up at him in tears and anger. And then she was turning away.
She wasn't looking at him. But he wanted her to. No, he needed her to.
"Damn it!" Mykhol growled and grabbed Naska's hips, taking her.
"My Lord!" Naska cried at the sudden pain and bit the pillow. Mykhol only hissed at the sensation. It swallowed him up for just a second.
But the second didn't last. And Mykhol could feel that persistent buzzing in his head It still wasn't good enough. He needed more.
He needed to get Ana out of his head.
Ana was again looking at him. Her usually sweet and trusting eyes were looking at him. Mykhol could see himself in them. Ana was looking up at him.
But was she? Did she ever look at him? Did she ever really see him?
Or was that only him wanting her to?
Don't ever look away from me again. Mykhol growled inwardly as desire overtook him. He never felt like this for anyone before now. But here he was, unable to break Ana from his mind. And the image of Ana drove him insane.
Look only at me.
"Fuck." Mykhol hissed as he could feel the rise growing and going faster.
"Ah," Naska whimpered but struggled to keep her legs open. She tried to hide her tears by rubbing them onto the pillow and relaxing. But in the pain, she was happy. Never in her wildest dreams, she would have thought that Lord Mykhol would be with her like this.
"My lord-" Naska moved to reach to cup his cheek but Mykhol pulled his face away. Instead, Mykhol pumped harder and harder until he felt his mind growing blank.
It was only when his mind was numb, that he finally could let go of the sight of her. He collapsed and rolled off. The aftermath calmed him down for a moment.
But even then, Mykhol already knew he was past the point of no return. It had happened. And he was officially lost to her.
My Ana.