Days passed. Then weeks. Then months. Every second I kept falling harder and harder for the lovely, Goddess-like, Princess Irma. Everything she did just made me head over heels in love, and I was surprised that I was falling this fast. Maybe it was because I was away from Cale. I hadn't had a single thought about her since Irma came into the picture. I hadn't even had a dream about Cale since Irma practically pushed me off a cliff in this bottomless abyss that's called Love.
"Cail, come on. We have to go to the garden now." Irma said eagerly. "Come on! I wanna see your surprise!" The excitement in her eyes seemed to grow as I gave her a grin.
"Alright, lets go then, Princess." I told her as I got up. I could soon see Irma's excitement turned into a pout, not liking to be called 'Princess' in her own home. Though, I liked that as her nickname. It wasn't that I couldn't think of anything else, it was just... She needed to be called Princess. It just sounded perfect. God, I really sound absolutely love sick.
Once we got out to the garden, she looked around excitedly, hoping for a glimpse of the surprise I had for her. I went over and grabbed my guitar, and began playing an upbeat tune. I saw Irma smile brightly at seeing what I saw doing. Even though singing was just a hobby of mine, and I seriously hated overrated singers and didn't want to become one myself, it always seemed to give a girl such a bright smile.
"My ancestors planted some sequoias by a road. I've driven down that road since I was born. Oh, never have you ever seen so many perfect evergreens. But I would chop them all down just for you." I sang to her, doing a dance for her as well. I'd practically do absolutely anything for her. "I have walked a million miles in a hundred pairs of shoes
In search of some universal truth. Well a deity just came to me and handed me a scroll to read. And I will gladly pass it on to you." I smiled, watching her excitement. "Anything for you. All of this is true. But the best story that I could ever tell. Is the one where I am growing old with you." I had just finished the chorus, liking her reaction so far. "I've gotten drunk and shot the breeze with kings of far off lands. They showed me wealth as far as I could see. But their kingdoms seemed all shrivel-y and they cried with jealousy when I leaned in and told them about you." I grinned before repeating the chorus again. "All I've ever wanted, see, was to tell you honestly, I'd do anything for you. I'd do absolutely anything for you." I finished, finally able to put down my guitar. My grin stayed, to lovestruck to disappear. "So, what do you think?"
"Cail... That's so sweet!" Irma smiled and hugged me tightly. "You're just way to sweet to me." She told me, giving me a long, drawn out kiss.
I simply let out a mumbled, "Uh-huh." and began kissing my princess. My hands lowered down to her lower back and gently rested there while a hand roamed my chest and another grabbed onto my hair. I didn't care. It just added onto how passionate this make-out session was going on. Though, before it got any further, Irma gently pulled away from me. "Lets go to my room. We can continue this there." She smirked, dragging me upstairs.
When were there, Irma laid onto the bed, taunting me to do something she probably wouldn't want me to do. Right now, she was holding her v-card in front of my face, begging me to take it so she could take mine, but I was holding back. I had a feeling that we were sharing the same thoughts, but when Irma's eyes met mine, neither of us cared. We loved each other, and it didn't matter in the moment. We were in love and we were going to get married, so why not?
I went over to Irma and climbed on top of her, kissing her deeply as she clawed at my shirt, trying to get me unclothed. When we both broke apart for air, we decided to multitask and disrobe each other. Finally we were just skin to skin, both of us kissing with passion we hadn't yet discovered with anyone else. It felt perfect.
Finally the climax came before we started to calm ourselves a bit. It felt fantastic to be skin to skin with Irma. It felt like we were just two puzzle pieces that were fit perfectly. I hugged my love close to me. "How are you feeling?" I asked her softly, feeling a bit tired.
"I don't mean to sound rude, but I'm really tired." She yawned softly, nuzzling my bare chest.
I chuckled at her answer. "Lets take a nap, yeah?" I offered, gently kissing the top of her head.
"That sounds perfect."
After a few hours, I was awoken by a knock on the door. "Go away!" I grumbled, holding onto Irma as we tried to sleep.
"But sir, King Helia says it's very urgent that he speaks with Princess Irma this second. He says it cannot wait." Charles, Irma's butler, insisted. What the hell did that pretty boy want anyways? God, he's such a jealous pain in my ass.
"We're both trying to sleep." I called back, hoping Irma wouldn't wake up, but she seemed to be already stirring.
"What's going on?" Irma mumbled, rubbing her eye. She looked just like a little girl, waking up from long slumber. "Is everything okay?"
"Helia says he needs to speak with you." I informed her, hearing Charles try once more to tell me that Helia needed to talk to Irma this instant.
"Charles, I'll be up in a moment." Irma called out, before giving me a quick kiss. "I'll be back here in a moment." She gave me a playful smirk then got up. She threw on her robe and went to go answer the door while I sat up and threw on my boxers. It was just for precaution. Helia could start an argument with Irma, then I'd have to step in, and I couldn't just go over to him naked, y'know?
"Yes, Helia?" Irma said, sounding extremely annoyed as she looked at him through the cracked door. She only allowed him to see her head, nothing more. Though, he pushed open the door, knocking Irma back slightly. I growled and quickly stood up, ready to hurt this damn fool.
"Irma, we have a..." Helia's voice trailed off as he observed the room. Our clothes were still tossed on the floor, and with Irma in her robe and myself in my boxers, he put two and two together before blowing up. "What the fuck?!" He yelled at Irma.
"Helia, what Cail and I do is none of your business." She simply said, her annoyed tone getting a bit more noticeable.
"Of course it is my business! He just fucking took your virginity!" Helia continued to yell before turning on me. "You." He spat out before coming at me with his fist high in the air, ready to punch me.
I hissed and grabbed his fist before he was able to even make a hit, hitting him first and knocking this weak king to the ground. "You'll have to fight better then that to try and hit someone who trained with a clan for months." I told him, knowing he'd try again.
Helia simply got up again and went to try and hit me again before basically tripping me, making me stumble as he hit me in the gut. I growled, not liking that one bit as I punched him once, twice, three times more before making him fall to the ground once more. I was about to continue pounding him before Irma stopped us.
"What in the hell you two!" Irma yelled at us. "Helia, what the hell is your problem? Just because you're jealous doesn't mean that you can attack my fiance!" She snapped at him. "And you," she looked at me. "I'll have to deal with you later." Irma shook her head, though I could tell she wasn't all too mad at me. "Leave, Helia. We will discuss whatever you have to say later." She told him, standing next to me. Helia simply grumbled as he got up, storming out of our room.
"Are you mad at me?" I asked my angered Princess.
Irma sighed. "Not really, no. Just be more careful with him, please." She asked, wrapping her arms around me.
"Of course. Anything for you." I told her, gently kissing her forehead.
"Mister Cail," Charles gently knocked on the door, looking at both Irma and I.
"Yes?" I asked, looking at him.
"A girl by the name of Cale is here to see you. She says it's very urgent that she speak with you." Charles told me.
Are you fucking kidding me.