Strom palace
Russia
Alaina's pov
I got up to be greeted by an empty couch with Ace nowhere to be found. I knew what he did last night and it made a surge of anger to flow through my veins, I can still feel his mouthwatering cologne wafting throughout my surroundings.
He did a blunder- a big one to think I wouldn't remember his touches, the feel of his fingers tracing my hair and touching my soul. That flow of electricity passing between us.
I felt him god-damned, I felt his kisses on my fingers, the feeling of his hands encasing me in safety.
I could recognize that touch, that feeling of warmth and security anywhere..... it was his- my saviour's. That day it wasn't Ryan who had saved me, it was Ace and I was certain of that.
Of course how would I know, I had never seen his eyes hidden behind those foggy, old spectacles. Those Stormy greens which captivated my body, mind and soul weren't visible.
To say I was offended was saying the least, what did he took me as....a fucking unpretentious person?
I was a woman on a mission today and I want certain answers.
Who is a queen? The one who runs the empire or the one who protects her king? Above all she is the one who leads a game towards the victory.
The Russian tundra with it's freezing temperatures surrounding the pine forests covered with crystal ice to the skyscrapers touching the Oblivion, the power, this magnanimous country was my home, the place which has given essence to me, no one plays me here, it's mine to rule and mine to win.
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"Hey! Alaina how are you" Ryan asked me opening the door and moving at one side welcoming me in.
The living room was beautiful. A stupendous chandelier hanging from the high ceiling. With small jute lamps hanging from it like stars in the cosmos. Two couches were set in the middle of the cozy hall with a wooden desk in between them.
"I am fine, I want to talk to Ace, can you please call him." I replied sweetly.
"I am here Alaina, what did you wanted to talk?" I eyed his appearance, excellent, what a damn good hell of an actor he was.
"Alone" my cold words seemed to surprise Ryan. He walked outside the main door, closing it swiftly.
"So-" before he could comprehend I pushed him to the wall shoving my finger at his chest, closing up on him.
"Who the fuck are you?" I removed his damned glasses. Turquoise green thunderstorms greeted me, the deep colour of the beautiful forests with the gorgeous golden amber flecks burning in them with such intensity.
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