Easing down into the swirling warm water, Godwynn eyed her curiously, he could feel the soul bond between them strengthening. She was meant to be nothing more than a pawn in his father's plan to bring down the Atherian King…his father finding amusement in sadistically using Nolick's daughter as a courtesan for his own son. However, his Drogath has seemingly underestimated the power this beautiful princess would hold over the prince. As she was quickly becoming something much different to him. Deep down Godwynn knew this was gonna be a liability, a big one. He needed to reign in his sudden feelings for her and put them away to do the things that needed to be done. But for now, he would enjoy this moment…let her enjoy this moment.
Amora couldn't help the fluttering in her stomach, being under the watchful gaze of the Dark Prince. Images of what they had just done, flashed into her mind and she wriggled in his arms as they sat down in the swirling water. Her cheeks growing hot again. Trying to find something to talk about she decided to ask him about her brother, "Your Majesty, I have a question?" she looked up at him, her brows turning up in question.
Godwynn's brows shot up in surprise before furrowing, "What is your question, my pet?" he asked…Rubbing circles on the dip of her hip. Hoping not to upset him she thought to herself for a moment, getting the courage to bring the subject of her brother up. "What is to become of my brother?" looking him in the eyes as if she could somehow read what the answer would be.
"My father hasn't decided." He leaned back, resting his broad shoulders on the edge of the stone bath, cupping water and spilling it onto her shoulder idly. "Father is deciding whether he should kill him, or Return him after he deals with Nolick." Godwynn shot her a glance daring her to disagree…before continuing. Amora moved her head to look down at the water. "What does he plan to do about my father>" She whispered…
Godwynn ran his hand across his stubbled face…"What does anyone vying for the crown plan to do?" His tone changing to one of annoyance. Amora looked at him praying wasn't gonna say what she thought he was…but she knew not to get her hopes up.
Confirming her worst fears the prince continued, "He plans to kill your father for the High Crown." The prince stated, with no remorse Amora shrinking back as he continued, "Your father is not the man you think he is either, little pet." The mood in the room had shifted from a pleasant one, to one of dread. "NO! He can't do that!" She said standing and moving away from him angrily, turning around to stare at him. "I wont allow it!" She stated.
Cocking his head to the side, Godwynn raised an annoyed brow, "I don't believe you will have a choice dear princess." Clearing his throat, he sat forward menacingly, causing her to shrink away from him yet again "And after that he will decide the fate of your brother, to be honest he may send him back to Atheria, so that the Atherian Kingdom has a leader, and the High Council wont be quick to reclaim the Crown, seeing as he will be taking it fairly." Then he clicked his tongue, "Or he may kill him to prevent your brother trying to start another war, for revenge."
Shrugging his shoulders, Godwynn began to lather himself in the soap and wash himself. "You should wash yourself; we have a busy day today." He said before dunking himself under the warm swirling water, rinsing himself in the process. Amora didn't try washing herself until the prince, was stepping out of the illuminated pool, causing her to blush as he stood there in all of his masculine glory. Not shy to let her eyes behold the sight of his nakedness, he stood for a moment, water dripping on the Grey Marble, before turning around. "Like what you see princess?" He chuckled winking at her. Ashamed she was caught, Amora submerged herself, and her blazing cheeks, under the water staying there until she saw his figure retreat into the room. Breaking the surface of the water before subsequently scrubbing her body down.
As she washed, she thought about what Godwynn had said to her…the Nyberian royals planned to kill her father and possibly her brother. And now she was bound to the very people who planned to destroy those she loved most. Her skin started to feel dirty, as she came to the understanding that she was just a means to an end…the more she scrubbed the more tainted she felt. She couldn't help but feel angry at herself for allowing her enemy to lay with her. And she Hated herself for enjoying it. What had she done…who was she, what kind of person was she…Rinsing her body and dunking below the surface again, Amora let out a scream under the water. She was angry, she felt trapped…and she would be damned if she stayed that way. There has to be something she can do….She wasn't going to allow all of this to happen laying down.
Amora stood from the swirling water, a determined look on her face. These Nyberians thought she would just accept her fate and be a victim of circumstance. But she would be damned before she allowed that to be her fate. And now she had an advantage over these Dark Elves...If they killed her, they killed their future King. Clenching her fists, she vowed to herself to bring the Dark Kingdom of Nyberia to its knees.