"Please don't cry, Anna. I promise, your secret is safe with me. Trust me, I get being forced into something you don't want to be. My father wanted me to be a ruler - have a harem of my own and start to conquer the world. I just want to live freely. Who cares about any of that other stuff?"
He gave her the same shpiel that he had to her other sisters, but it wasn't any less true than when he explained himself before.
"I don't think the life of a Cinder is deserved. You should be free to do what you want, when you want - you're not a battery, or a servant to me. You, my dear have nothing to fear from me." Azier said with a soft confidence.
"R-really?" Anna managed to get out between broken gasps of air between sobs.
"Really." He assured her with a smile.
What the fuck was wrong with his world? Had nothing at all changed in 300..err..400 years? What a wasted life for one to live in this current time. Perhaps his fate had been written to be cruel.
Azier had never found himself being the one to comfort someone before, and so he was sure that whatever it was he was about to say would be stupid, or wrong.
"Blood-lust really isn't my thing. Now fun - fun is my thing. It's a disgrace the way those of us born from a King are forced to fit certain molds. If I find out that any of my brothers are alive, I'll absolutely avoid them like plagues. Siblings can be complicated - especially from shit homes like ours."
It couldn't have been too bad, because Anna lokked at him with her pretty ruby eyes that were just a tad bit 'cooler' than his orbs of crimson. She was very, very pretty - and her eyes were alluring. For whatever reason, he felt like he would do whatever she said.
Did she have the gift of gaze, too? He was strong enough to withstand it, and didn't go any further into the desire of 'obey' towards her. His strong will often came in handy, really.
"I know we don't know each other, but I'll do what I can to keep you safe. Stick around me, and we'll party all the time. No responsibilities - no rules - just good times."
Anna looked at him steadily and blinked a few of her tears away as she began to calm down. After a soft sniffle, she shook her head and spoke with that same beautiful light voice that was feathery and soft like a cloud, "....my ....father.... would not allow it. He is the reigning Emperor, and he is cruel."
"Well my dad was cruel, too - and here I am on my own and fine," he replied nonchalantly and would have shrugged if he could.
Her blank stare of disbelief was enough of an answer for him before he followed up with, "...okay, okay...sort of fine..."
Now he made her smile, and her two ruby lips lifted up as she gave a soft giggle. He liked her laugh a lot, or so he found. There was something special about this little beauty, and once more he had the urge to 'collect' her and keep her for himself.
"You can't spend your life fearing your father, Anna." He lowered his voice to a whisper in order to continue comfortably, "you're a Cinder. You're more powerful than you'll ever know. They just beat you down early and chain you up to break your spirit and keep you enclosed. Someone important to me was a Cinder - but I don't want to talk about that right now. Right now, I want to assure you that your father doesn't have much say in your life anymore now that I am here."
"Uhm....but..you are a head..." she whispered out with innocence laced in in depression.
"Yeah, right now I am. When I want something, I get it - and I really want my body back. Plus, like I said - your dad has to worry about me now....as soon as I get my body back...." he answered as though he had merely told a joke. His attitude was so carefree, that it often a bit alarmed others around him.
Except for these ladies. They seemed to be thirsty for not just affection, but the joys of life in general. He had many, many plans for them now.
It was settled. He was going to start a Harem. He still wasn't sure if it was something he wanted to fight for, but he had certainly made his mind up that he would mark them for himself and keep them at his side.
....you know...to party and stuff...
"As long as you get my body parts, I'll get you the ingredients you need to make that potion Ilsandra was on about," he added as though to convince himself and her that everything was going to go fine.
"...oh...so...if we do not...you will just let our father sell us?" Anna asked with a voice that dripped like sweet tea.
"Hahaha, you're funny. No. No I don't think I'll do that. It would be a betrayal to everything I believe in - freedom, choices, and lots of good times. None of that nonsense about kingdoms and stuff. Too much trouble. Hell, we could just sail the seas forever," Azier suggested as though it took a mere snap to accomplish.
Anna just smiled with a sadness behind her face and nodded once as if she understood him.
"....could I ask a favor?" She etched in.
"Anytime," Azier replied with a wide grin that was filled with honesty.
"...m-my name... It is Azrianna. I like that better...." she answered shly, and even seemed to turn her face from his and cast her eyes to floor as though ready for a strike to the face.
"Ah, of course dear Azrianna. Your name is just as beautiful as you are, I can see why you want to keep it." He complimented with a chill attitude.
"Thank you..." she uttered out, and only glanced at him for a moment as though to show respect, but she looked away again and this time looked relieved instead of fearful.
"Hey, respect is a mutual road. You ladies don't put me back in a box - or you know, in the sea - and I'll protect you from you bad dad," he replied with certainty.
Azrianna looked to him fully once more and smiled with the sunniest he had seen thus far.
"I will serve you well, Master. If you will spare me from my father, I will protect you with my...well...talents..." she promised and leaned down to pick his head up and kiss his forehead with the softest lips he had ever enjoyed.
Now he didn't want to go and pick favorites or anything...but uh... Azrianna was one he wouldn't let go of - and he liked that she called him Master. He could feel his manhood try to erect itself somewhere, but all he got instead was strain as it pressed against something solid.
He had never been so happy, and yet in such agony. For at this point, it would be his next move to remove as much clothing as he could and somehow lure her to bed.
Damn his father to hell - but also... Hahaha, joke's on that old dead fuck. He had an actual crush, an earnest interest in a woman he wanted for his own, and the dumb fool was too dead to say 'I knew you'd gain your senses'.
"You don't have to call me Master, Azrianna. Just Alhazier or Azier. Your choice - which is what you'll have from now on with me," he ensured.
"I would like to call you Alhazier. It is a strong name, and handsome for a prince like you," she complemented with a shy smile, and could not hold her eyes on his for more a than a few seconds as she 'bushed' (which was really just a glow for their kind - no running blood and all that).
"Very good then, Azrianna and Alhazier - a budding relationship of mutual respect and freedom," he suggested to feel out how she stood with him.
"I will be loyal to you, my prince." Azrianna promised gently.
He swore he felt a soft, summer breeze drift across his very soul as her words filled his ears.
"The storm is going to last a bit longer, or so Amyra said. She is very smart, so I trust her. My cabin has a deep bed to stop me from rolling out. I can put you in there if you would like," she suggested and did not look at him, but instead pulled his head to her hands in her lap.
"As long as I don't put you out of your own bed. If you just tuck me in next to you, I will be the perfect gentleman, I promise" Alhazier tried to say convincingly (because he actually meant it - he had no hands, and no way to give in to his temptations).
"I trust you, Prince Alhazier" she answered with barely a whisper from embarrassment and scooped him up into her hands again where he so loved to be.