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I should have known better than to hope I wouldn't have to wear a dress. Unfortunately, this dress was thicker and less comfortable than the ones Michael provided. I frowned at my reflection in the mirror. I want to go home. I don't want to be in this place anymore. What if I can never get back home? What then? Will I be doomed to live here and be the centerpiece of Aiden and Michael's feuds? What the hell kind of life is that?

"There, much better. Now you actually look like a lady," said Michael.

I sighed and slowly turned to look at him. He was leaning against the door frame, his arms crossed and his long legs relaxed. He looked….desirable.

"Why must you insist on me wearing the awful dresses?" I asked with mild irritation.

He slowly smirked. "You are a lady Lucy and therefore you must look like one."

"Well this lady prefers to wear pants," I answered.

He tsked. "Trousers are for men Lucy. You look stunning in a dress and you will always wear one as long as you are in my kingdom."

"Which hopefully won't be much longer," I muttered.

Something malicious and dark flashed in his eyes and I quickly turned away before his dangerous side kicked in. I heard him get close and I closed my eyes when I felt his hot breath at the base of my neck.

"You are never leaving Lucy. You belong to me. You will always belong to me. It's time you start realizing that," he said huskily.

His hands softly rested on my waist and I fought to maintain control. I don't want to be his. What was it about me that he decided to had the right to claim me as his? I never asked for his attention and I certainly didn't ask for Aiden's either. These men came into my life and completely turned it all upside down.

"You can't make that decision for me," I finally said.

"Of course I can," his fingers tightened on my waist, "I maintain all the portals, remember? Without Aiden and his allies, you can't get home. Even if they were all free, I would rather see you locked up somewhere in my castle than out of my reach."

"What makes you think you can wield such power over my life? I am my own person Michael."

"What makes you think that Lucy?"

How the hell am I supposed to answer that question? "I'm not from here and you definitely don't own me."

He stayed silent for a moment before saying, "Do you realize that I allow you to call me by my name rather than my title? Most people would be punished for doing so yet I allow you to do it. Is it any wonder to you why?"

"Maybe because you know I'll do it anyway," I replied.

He turned me around so that our faces were mere inches apart. "It's because, dear Lucy, I want you to feel comfortable with me."

I moved away. "How could I ever be comfortable with you? You're relentless and obsessed with causing pain and just plain mean. What makes you think any of that will make me comfortable?"

His face turned cold. "What makes you think that my intentions are less than honorable?

"I know you enough to know you are not an honorable person! Honorable would be you forgiving your brother for whatever he did wrong. Honorable would be letting me go home!"

I had somewhat thought that my words wounded him but instead he grinned and said, "If I wasn't honorable I would have already had a taste of you." His eyes glimmered wickedly and I quickly looked away before I got caught up in this all-too tempting situation.

"Can you leave now so I can go to sleep? I am awfully tired, running away from an annoying king tends to drain my energy," I said after some tense moments.

King Michael smiled and his fingers lightly dug into my waist. "What do I have to do to convince you that you belong here with me in Moorpark?"

"I don't think there's anything0 you can do, I don't belong here and I have no intention of staying," I replied honestly.

His hand dropped from my waist and I immediately missed his presence. "Goodnight Lucy," he said tartly. Michael turned to walk away and a small part of me wanted to call out to him but I knew better. I could not allow myself to get involved with him in any sort of way. As soon as I am free, with or without Aiden, I will get myself back home to where I truly belong and Michael, Moorpark and possibly even Aiden will all be left behind.

As exciting as my visit to this strange kingdom has been, I don't belong here. I don't want to live in hiding from an evil, relentless king intent on making me his and I don't want to constantly wonder how I can feel myself again.

I am a natural worrier though and I suppose going back home wouldn't eliminate the constant burdens I seem to be carrying. I can't deny that I'd miss Aiden while back home. Would he miss me too?

I curled myself up in a ball on the small bed. I just want to rest. I need rest. I'm afraid to sleep because I know I'll dream of Aiden and Michael. Soon enough though, sleep catches up to me.


After waking up and putting on a dress that had been put out for me I slowly descended the stairs to make my way to the kitchen and immediately heard shouting.

"Who the hell does he think he is? Why must he keep getting away from me?" It was Michael and he did not sound happy.

"I'm sorry your majesty. The guards don't know how he escaped them. They swear they kept him chained up."

"I gave them strict orders to keep their eyes on Aiden at all times. He cannot be free! He will undo everything!"

I rounded the corner and entered the room where Michael and several guards stood.

"Aiden escaped?" I asked slowly.

Michael turned and looked at me. The glare in his eyes was hard to miss and frightening. I swallowed hard when his eyes took me in like prey.

"I'm sure you have something to do with it princess," he spat, "he just cannot seem to let you go."

"Why should he?" I countered.

Michael stalked towards me and I naturally backed away until my back pressed against a wall. Michael now stood before me and his nostrils flared with the consuming anger he felt over his twin brother escaping his binds yet again. I inwardly smiled at the thought that Aiden escaped to come back for me.

"I already told you Lucy, you belong to me," he said with a growl. I looked up to meet his eyes; they were dark and dangerous. His posture was stiff and overwhelming and I sensed that he was at a very dangerous point, so dangerous that I began to fear that his rage could easily turn against me.

I swallowed hard and felt the saliva break through the massive lump in my throat. "I belong to no one but myself," I courageously said.

Michael may be a king but he has to learn that not everyone will submit to him, I definitely won't. This man has done nothing but infuriate me and make my journey back home more difficult than it already is and yet he expects me to bow down to his will; fat chance of that happening!

Perhaps though, it is I who is being childish. Michael is king and everyone is supposed to bow down to him. I can't help but feel that my submissiveness to him would equal so much more than just respect; to him it could mean my willing desire to become his. As thrilling as Michael is, I could never see him as more than what I see him now. He has become nothing more than a pebble in my shoe. I can't help but acknowledge the fluttering in my belly when he claims me as his. It is wrong on so many levels and I suppose I am equally stupid as I am naïve about the situation.

"You may think that all you like Lucy but it is far from the truth," he finally said.

I softly bit my lip to prevent myself from goading him any further. One of his soldiers was smart enough to diffuse the situation.

"Your Majesty, what will be the next step? Our business in the Glades is not yet finished and every moment we spend here the further your brother, the prince, gets away."

Michael reluctantly took his eyes off me and turned to face his men. "Aiden won't go far, not without her," He pointed at me. "Our best chance of capturing him is to hold onto her as long as we can and draw him out. We let him come to us."

I felt sick. They were going to lure Aiden in just so they could lock him up again. "You can't do that!" I yelled.

Everyone in the room focused their eyes on me, King Michael included, and I suddenly felt very stupid.

King Michael pursed his lips unhappily. "As for you, we will have to keep you under tight security to prevent you from trying to warn my brother of his impending doom."

My jaw dropped. I was now going to be a prisoner of Michael, the all-powerful and frightening king of Moorpark. Why do I feel a rush of excitement and trepidation in the thought? Something must be terribly wrong with me. Or I'm beginning to like Michael then I would like to.

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