Dream a little, Dream of me

'Cause I knew you were trouble when you walked in,So shame on me now

She had pressed his lips to hers, claiming his mouth. After a few moments of shock Felix returned it. She snaked his arms around his neck. Even if somewhere in her heart, a voice urged her to back off. Even when her head told her to stop she didn't.
For once Lilliana didn't care about using her head or heart.
And when she knew he had seen it, seen them. She pulled away. His grin was huge, Felix was grinning. And from a glance she knew Eris Vanserra stood looking at them. She didn't bother for decency or use of sense. She locked lips with Felix Vanserra again.
A part of her screamed against it, but this one stupid part of her, wanted it, wanted the intimacy and the touch.
She grinned as well. Plastered that grin, forgetting all thoughts of Eris Vanserra or how he could be in his brothers place or would have been in his brother's place if his father hadn't barged in earlier. She forced the light to her eyes, she shut the pit gnawing inside her to pull away and run to Eris but she plastered a smile on her face and brought amusement to her eyes because now she wanted revenge. She wanted to give her betrothed a taste of his own medicine even if her soon to be father in law saw her kissing the wrong brother. She craved revenge as much as anything. But she still knew it was wrong.
Felix pulled away and breathlessly laughed. His amber eyes dancing with happiness.
"Your wish came true." She told him
"Oh I know."
"Not ashamed?"
"No, not at all, I'm rather quite thankful."
Lilliana only grinned. From the corner of her eye she saw Eris walk away. No emotion on his face. She turned her attention to Felix again. He had noticed her gaze, that changed his mood. His jaw was tight now. She brought a hand and cupped his face. He then turned to her and grinned. And also pulled her in for another kiss.

"What the hell is she going to do?" Zane asked Isabella as they crossed the hallways to get to the yard.
"I have no idea."
He nodded. But his eyes widened at the sight in-front of him. His eldest brother standing, looking at his fiancée and his younger brother locking lips. He saw how Eris's shoulders slightly hunched and the slight disappointment and also longing. Then the saliva exchangers pulled away and then continued again. Eris sighed and walked away, Zane followed him with Isabella on his heels.
"Brother ."
"Eris!"
"Yes, Zane." Eris asked coldly.
"Are you...oka-
"I will be if you leave me alone." Eris sneered as he winnowed away, probably to his rooms.
"Well that went well." Isabella said and snorted them she handed Zane something.
A frame, that had a picture in it. A painted picture, of a child. With fire red hair and ice blue eyes. He gasped. He looked at Isabella who nodded.
"We'll keep it his room." Zane said
"Now."
"He said he wanted to be left alone."
"I'll try."

They did indeed walk to Eris's room. Knocked on the door, he had told them to lay off and get done with their matters and stop bothering him but after a few knocks and pleading and begging from Zane, he wore his brother down. So Eris opened his door.
They walked in, the room was fairly clean. But a pile of paperwork sat messily on Eris's desk. The curtains were shut, so none would snoop.
"What do you want?" Eris flatly asked
"Here." Isabella extended the frame to him. Eris took it and studied it.
He looked up at Zane. A swirl of emotions in his eyes.
"This is of whom?" Eris asked running a hand through his hair.
The same mop of hair, the same shade that was present on the child's head in the painting. And Lilliana's cold but soothing eyes. Eris gazed at the photo and then silently place sit on his desk.
"It's-
Zane shut himself. Eris nodded.
"Well?" Zane asked
"Leave before I truly burst in flames and ruin that pretty face." Eris drawled
Zane grinned and got up and left. Isabella glared at Eris and still smirk at him before leaving, a teasing smile that told Eris, that Isabella knew.
But wouldn't reveal it.
After his brother left, Eris sat down on his bed and ran a hand through his hair. His head was still full of thoughts of her.
Her.
He was still thinking of their moment and she had already moved on. She had slithered on like a snake. But it was his fault.
He had told her.
"No attachments."
He was so stupid , and due to his stupidity, she was out there with Felix, frolicking. Was she a curse or a gift? Was she supposed to be a knight in shining armor for him, or a villain? Was she to be the calming lullaby that would cast him to sleep or would she be the raging storm he hated? Would she be a soft gust of breeze that would soften him or rather a shaking chilly wind that would shut him up?
What was she and why did she have this effect on him? Why did she always swallow him whole? He wanted to bang his head on the wall. Repeatedly
Anger and also shame coursed through him, he was angry at her for rattling him big also ashamed that he was the cause of her and Felix. He had been in another woman's embrace again, and yet was feeling jealousy when Felix had kissed her. He was the cause, the reason. When he had that moment with her earlier. He knew something was off, and then his father had called him in, had called him for the verbal beating he was due for. That he deserved for being a bastard. One day he would hang his father's entrails on the main chandelier but right now he had to deal with his thoughts. Beron had called him useless again, again and again, a failure and mistake. He knew he was the bad guy but to be taunted upon it, that was a whole new level of are you kidding me, and the endless taunts of weak, and soft hearted and also a loser, a failure, a creature of pure disgust, a dog. And many other curses.
He really wished that Lilliana put him out of his misery by freezing him to death, he had the constant urges of slitting his own throat or maybe somehow poisoning himself. Or maybe anger his father enough so he himself would bring him to the clutches of death, peaceful or pained, didn't matter when you already were destined for hell. When you were a monster enough. But looking in those pale orbs and seeing a future and hope, that had him undone. That taunted him. He wanted to still hold to that hope, but looking at Felix and Lilliana-
Hope was foolish, especially when you always have a target in your back. His constant measures to kill his father had reduced because he even wasn't worth enough to fight for the throne. And power, maybe Felix should be crowned next high lord, with Lilliana by his side as his equal. Not treated the way his mother was, he was afraid, of many things, one of those being, hurting his possible mate or consort or wife the way his father abuse his mother. He was his father's first born after all. He had his father's rage and his hair, Eris sighed.
Unworthy, not enough, unethical , illiterate,crazy, and a mistake.
The words chant themselves in his head as their effect seeped in and embedded itself into his very soul that was in splinters and was torn apart.
He sighed as he took the toll of his life and sighed, he then got up and walked out of the room, looking for one girl, after he had found her, he winnowed him and her to an empty room that was not his. And the distraction began.
Because he was a bastard. And many more.

Somewhere in the mess of her own tears, Rhea felt a pang of pain in her heart.
She sat there on the floor, bare, as Beron had stripped her and whipped her.
Eris, poor Eris, she knew what he went through today, Beron had taunted her with it.
Your brave son, I gave him the beating he deserved, stupid boy he is, but who to blame, you're his mother after all.
And that always broke her. The bruises and bites were forming as she curled up on the floor hugging herself, the sheet of her red hair over her, the panic was settling in, the pain too, her back was swollen. And red and itchy and also pained a lot. The gag he had shoved in her mouth, laid near her on the cold marble floor. Was anyone going to help? But she knew the answer to that.
No one was going to help, not even Eris because he was unaware of this. So she let the tears fall on the sobs come. Even as she lost consciousness
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Oop.