Brigante Ark - Chapter 171

“Tell me, Al. Have you ever had this dream so real that you’re not sure of yourself you wanted to wake up?” Noora asked, staring at his eyes.

“I can’t say I can relate to it. No.”

“Well, I have,” She started. “I had this dream once before, a knight in shining armor, riding his horse and saving me from the monsters that wanted me as their food. He would brandish his sword and slay the enemies. He’d take me to his home and live happily ever after.”

“And you woke up from that dream.”

“It is a dream, after all. But it’s not far from reality.”

“What makes you so sure?”

“Because you’re here.”

“Don’t be so confident.”

She smiled. “Will you be my knight, Alastor?”

He wasn’t so sure what to say. “I’m not a knight, Noora.”

“Why not?”

“I’m a hired hitman. I kill for the living. Besides, the title of knight is for those who are noble, prestigious, and esteemed individuals. Don’t put too much faith in me.”

“You think of yourself so low.”

“I’m being realistic here.”

“And I’m being serious here.”

“Men like me are not meant for saving people, we strive for the money.”

“You put your life on the line, letting the money decides your life. Aren’t you devaluing the importance of your life?”

Alastor guide her hand and twirled her into his arms. He caught her and continued to dance, letting the rhythm control their body, too lost in the music to halt. As they continued to dance, the chandelier glistered in different colors, it is elegant just like the lady in front of him.

She continued, “You may not believe it yourself, but I do. You are meant for something greater.”

Alastor did not reply.

“Why won’t you want something more?”

“Because then, “ he finally spoke, “I’d lose of what I am.”

“You must be jesting.”

“I am not.”

“Maybe you’re just scared to lose yourself in the process.”

“I’m not scared of everything.”

She chuckles and sardonically smiled. “Sure you do.”

“We’ve only met today, why are you so reluctant in drawing comfort in me?”

“It’s a thing,”

“What thing?”

“It’s more of an imagination, that you would be my savior.” She paused for a second, “Moreover, because, I know men like you,” she drew him closer to her chest, “You pretend not to care, but deep down, you’re just like normal people, who have feelings, yearn affection, and wanted love. You just don’t know how to reach it yet. You were never given a chance to explore.”

“I chose what I am, Noora, and I don’t need to explore to know what’s better for me.”

The chandelier changes again. The light had ceased and the chamber turns into a room of stars speckled around them. The curtain unveiled the circular window as the moon came into the view.

“But, that outlook of yours is good as a deadman. Breathing yet not living.”

“I may be good as a deadman, but at least I’m a weapon with a purpose.”

“I know that you’re not fond of fairy tales, but please, be part of my fairy tale for the night.” She said, her eyes are pleading. “Would you?”

He replied. “I will,”

She beamed and continued to dance.

It was 5 in the afternoon when they had their dinner.

Alastor and Noora had eaten their dinner in the music chamber. It was quick as if time expended swiftly under their nose.

Right now, the two of them sat on their cushion chairs, just near the circular window, looking at the moon while savoring the wine.

Noora’s whole attention was on the moon, admiring it, but something more, her mind was taken elsewhere in her previous memories, all the while, Alastor had been watching her for quite some time. He was smitten with her bewitching beauty. He does not when or why he’s looking at her this way, all he knows is that he likes it.

“Alastor,” she said without looking. “You live for the cause of others, am I right?”

‘’Yes.”

“Then does that mean I’m your client now?”

“Not quite. But, we are under contract, so I guess, both of us are benefactors. You make the requests and if I fulfilled it, you’ll help me get out of here.”

“Then I guess there is no reason for you to deny my second request.”

Noora brought her head down and gazed at him, giving him an eye, and hold her gaze on him. Alastor blinked, studying her dazzled complexion.

Noora rose from her seat, walking slowly. She sat down on his lap and clutched her arm on his neck while her other hand delicately tucked and locked behind his ear. Her dark eyes glistened.

Her face gets closer to his. A few inches away, they can feel their breaths, the aroma of wine hung in the air, but he did not deny her. He felt her breath come past his ear. She leaned without hesitation and planted her lips to his.

She kissed him like longing to be with someone like no one had ever kissed her. She wasn’t sure if he’s going to reciprocate but as soon as she felt his tongue moving inside her, she didn’t hesitate. She felt heat rose in her cheeks as their lips locked, not battling for domination, but showing their passion.

She longed for this feeling. Noora never had the time to be with a man nor touch by one. She only knew the art of pleasure once she was resigned from her duty. Years by years, Noora had only her books and her imagination to entertain her. Now that she met a man, not grown by arrogance but a lost one, just as she is.

His tongue pressed more, feeling a jolt of electricity spark in his lips. Their bouts of kisses were determined, firmed, and more curious. They’re drowning in the river of lust.

The two parted, panting, and catching their breath. He wasn’t sure if his reaction was rooted in his nature or the wine had tricked him into returning back the kiss, but each second, his mind is being consumed by addictive pulses.

He looked at her, baffled by the sensual theatrics. “I need a minute.”

Noora rose, and walked trudging on her seat, her knees felt weakened by the intense kiss.