Sorry for the grammatical errors. This is long overdue.

I will admit the Cliffs were beautiful, they were a magnificent sight. I was able to calm myself down after witnessing what I did. I had to, Lachlan wasn't human and didn't understand. The site or them reminded me of home, our country side home to be exact, with the most beautiful soil I have ever seen, I have traveled quite a few places but no place equated to home. For a moment Lachlan wasn't a psychopath, for a minute as he held me in his arms as we felt the wind brush against our skin looking at the bewitching view, I could breathe. Respiration felt normal, his masculine scent didn't drive fear into my heart instead I relished in it without much thought. I wished I could lose my mind because I knew it was just a matter of time before reality set in. I wished we could have stayed there.

Especially now, my heart yearned for that view once more and to ask as if the past three days were nothing but a distant dream. I looked at the letters I had torn up hours ago. I had been so anxious and worried about my appointment that I feared I would forget all I wanted to say so I wrote everything down. I also poured my heart out. I sighed looking at the shreds. Anything seemed possible at the Cliffs, time was stagnant. A perfect escape.

At that time with or without Lachlan it seemed promising.

But alas my life was a twisted tale where there was no happy ending just damnation -I prayed and awaited for the part where I'm supposed to lose my memory and start over and properly fall in love with him- The loss of memory in dark romance tropes were not exactly my favourite but now seeing as I was in a world I thought was magical and exciting -my naivety left a bad taste in my mouth -that trope was my redemption.

I loved the darkness, but clearly I didn't even begin to understand what that was and what it meant. Lachlan could be sitting doing something as simple as writing something down in his office yet I could feel it anyone for that matter, radiating of it. It was alluring and terrifying at the same time. There was no in between.

I recall an instance in my studio where I contemplated on knocking one of my vases over my head. I failed to. My eyes moved to the car driving up the driveway - I recognised it, it was the car that usually took the maids to the supermarket, my heart yearned for what they had. I blinked a few times looking away, my eyes connecting with the box of empty tissues I had finished at a certain point. A dead end.

It's been a dreadful three days.

I could mentally see the block wall my mind was attempting to put up. I went through all of the stages of loss in a matter of a few hours. I thought that day would be a different day - I wasn't that naive to think of happiness in what Lachlan didn't approve off. I had to pull myself together. I regretted allowing myself to hope once gain. I had been looking forward to this day counting the hours, minutes and seconds. Light at the end of the tunnel. The appointment had been set. I felt numb that morning, I had woke up four hours earlier and got ready, Lachlan was wearing a tie that day, I tied it for him.

He didn't need to ask me where I was going I updated him, I remember being too nervous to keep silent with running thoughts in my head. He was not a man of many questions or words. He simply asked me if there was anything else I needed before kissing me and leaving me when I had replied no. I already knew all the rules and I knew he wouldn't repeat them.

The thought of hearing my sister's voice had kept me up for majority of the night I had to try by all means to sleep to avoid suspicion. At that moment my excitement was riddled with fear. What would she say, what would I say. Was she okay, what if she wasn't okay. What if he finds out, would I be putting my sister's life in danger. I didn't care much about mine. Despite the questions I knew I had to do it.

Caellach's voice rang through my mind.

Serenity.

It had been the first time in a long time since I had been that close to speaking to my sister let alone hearing her voice at this desperate time. The ride to the appointment had been dreadful and long but nothing made sense -only she could ground me, only she could help me find life again. It was risky but I needed to hear her tell me everything would be okay. I desperately wanted to hear her call me by one of my clan names like she tended to do at times. I even missed being scolded by her.

I didn't spend much time at the office when I got there. No staff needed to guide me, I knew my way. I remember staggering at her door knob moving up and down before finally grasping onto the little courage I had left and opened the door. I was met with nothing. The office looked like it had been cleaned from top to bottom and I didn't see any personal belongings from the last time I had been there. As if she was never here, one of the passing workers had told me she disappeared and asked if I needed help. Which I didn't understand I had just spoken to her. I had shook my head in denial and thanked her still frozen on my spot. There had to be a better explanation or some misunderstanding. I didn't go in I had turned around and shut the door. I was so worried but at that moment I decided to do what I wouldn't normally do. I calmed my racing heart by telling my self we would try again tomorrow. Optimism my only option.

Despite my decision my mind was slowly cracking. My thoughts all over. But not once did I think Lachlan had anything to do with this, because if he did he would have definitely let me know, he would have traumatised me unseated and there would have been a lot of crying and begging and passing out. Lachlan didn't believe in mercy, he was the epitome of evil. He wouldn't do things in secret as if he cared for my opinion of him or my mental well being. He would make sure I learn what I did wrong and that I never think about doing it again. Knowing he had no hand in this gave me a sense of peace.

But being in the dark was no walk in the park.

I had felt my mental state deteriorate as minutes of the day passed by, I had racked my brain for answers. The only breaks I had from nearing insanity because of terrifying assumptions were when Lachlan tore dimensions apart bringing me sacred pleasure, he made me forget, occupied my entire being, my mind surrendered to him. I felt I was using him ironically but that didn't stop me. He became my very escape, my therapy. It was the only way I could sleep, the man was in charge of my consciousness I never understood how he could inflict such immense crippling pleasure. I guess it was balanced pleasure and pain.

Tomorrow came and nothing.

Today. Today had been different. Her office was still empty. They informed the authorities and there isn't a trace of her anywhere. I was numb. I didn't cry, I didn't have a mental breakdown I had just been numb. I only allowed myself pity and emotion when I got home, for her disappearance and the loss of hope. The loss of the only chance I had to speaking to my sister. It was my fault yet again somehow I knew it was my fault. I seem to destroy everything I touch.

Finally able to settle the dust in my head I opted on a change of scenery, the tears ran out a while back and my eyes no longer needed aid. I wanted some water and maybe something stronger. Not a day goes by where I don't wish for a therapist. I made it to the kitchen grabbing a bottle of water pausing in the middle of gulping it down as I heard boisterous laughter not far from me. My eyes widened, I didn't know we had company.

I decided to wait for the noise to move further from me before deciding to running to my room and hiding there. While in the kitchen, I took out a bottle of liquor analysing it. It would be nice to be on the clouds and forget everything, there was never a time where I wasn't going through something.

"Have you made your final verdict?" I jumped feeling his hands wrap around my waist my back against his front as I took in a deep breath, leaning back, laying my head on his chest. His scent washing over me, his hard chest the only comfort I had and needed at this time. I felt less alone.

"Not yet." I answered clearing my voice that came out small.

"Why the sudden interest in liquor." He asked removing it from my sight and placing it back in its place before returning to me and easily placing me on the island, standing between my legs in a very intimate position. His eyes scanning me.

"I don't have therapy to pour my heart to and drown my sorrows in therefore I'm contemplating on liquor, I have only heard good things about it." I said chuckling before biting my lip, desperation resurfacing. The truth behind my words piercing through me. I felt. Like he could see through me.

"Lachlan- I'm not okay. I need someone to talk to." My tone felt foreign, I was tired. I hadn't even began fighting but the fight I had thought I had in me vanished just by looking into his eyes.

"Speak Isla." He was the most intimidating man I have ever come across, his Godly features made him more dangerous, he gently pushed the braids infront of my chest to my back, his hands travelling to my waist.

"S-someone else." I continued.

"Anyone else will be a corpse." It was so easy for him, saying trivial things was a norm to him and he saw nothing wrong with it.

"I meant a professional." I clarified which I knew was obvious to him but he didn't care.

"I am not fond of people coming into my home and telling my woman there is something wrong with her Isla. Carcasses will fill this place." I didn't even know how to answer him because this felt absurd. It felt too crazy, but I knew he was serious sometimes I wished to understand him maybe -just maybe things would be different. Maybe I would be able to make the best of this situation.

"You literally somehow make every wish of mine come true, my mind somehow still thinks that day with the penguins was a dream, -yet when I ask for a professional you refuse." I chuckled in disbelief staring at his chest. I had no more tears. I have lost count of how many times I have asked.

"-I don't understand you." I stammered out.

Anyone walking into the kitchen might awe thinking it was rather cute scene between two lovers. I was on the kitchen Island and he stood between my legs holding me because I no longer had the energy or will to hold myself up. So I just let him hold me finding devastating traumatic comfort in his scent and body warmth. He had a strange way of giving me comfort even when he was responsible for my trauma I found comfort back in him. He was the only one I had.

"You are late today." I sighed softly touching his always neat beard before his tie, shortly placing my hands on his chest, I felt him madly relax, a ghost of a smile on his lips that my both my hearts beat. Maybe I should judge him so much seeing as we both had mental issues. I will never not have I ever suspected having feelings for him and even if I did have them I will gladly blame Stockholm syndrome. Lachlan didn't actually have an exact time he came home but I could estimate between two hours and he was later than usual.

"I apologise love, an issue arose that I couldn't ignore." I loved it when he explained him self to me at times when he didn't need to because he basically kidnapped me and he answered to no one.

"After all you should never have to worry about anything." His hands now on either side of my face, my heart beat increased and decreased at the same time as I was speechless looking at him. My hands immediately stopped harassing him, dumb folded and panicked but quickly calmed myself down.

"How did you know?" I whispered.

"It's my job to know." Peace flushed over my entire body as I laid my head on him, taking in slow breaths. I didn't even think to ask him. I could feel a part of me relax. For a minute I even forgot that I planned to do something he wouldn't be happy about.

"-it's your job to tell me when things are bothering you Isla." I nodded my head fear knotting my stomach as I gulped, remembering the last time. "I was trying to build -the courage to." I said lying through my teeth.

"Unfortunately, she's dead love." I felt my heart drop even though I suspected, a confirmation was no better. I finally felt them fall as I sat still, they only dropped for a few seconds before I went dry again.

"Would you like some candy?" He asked, my train of thoughts and emotions disturbed, he caught me off guard. I couldn't help but laugh despite the ache of my heart as I looked at him in disbelief.

"W-what?" I paused laughing again if I didn't I would sob.

"I thought it would make you feel better." He said honestly watching me. I truly believed that he didn't understand emotions. After a pregnant pause "Yes." I said sniffing nodding my head, I wanted to see where this was going, I watched him remove slabs of chocolate from his pocket. Dirty Cow chocolate -dark chocolate which was new from him. I paused watching him and the chocolate with sweets he just pulled out of his pocket.

"This -this is random-Lachlan -did you specifically buy me this candy because you had bad news?" I asked watching him.

"Yes. I didn't want you to cry." I closed my eyes before chuckling and looking at this weird psychotic man before me. I was speechless. I didn't even know where to begin.

"Thank you." I said, when in reality I was just really speechless. He couldn't possibly be human. Although a sweet gesture his eyes never changed. I was convinced he was born like this and he might never be able to change.

"I used to find the darkness in your eyes cute." I started drying laughing at how deranged I must have been to have been drawn to him as much as I had tried to steer clear.

"You find everything around you cute Isla. That is why I don't strongly agree with you going anywhere without me." His voice seemed softer and it just felt like the two of us in the world.

"I beg to differ." I started-

"You can't follow strangers offering to help Isla, you are clearly not aware that there are deranged people in this world." He said making me genuinely laugh, the smile on his face made me smile knowing he said that on purpose because I was the one who always says he is deranged.

"I didn't know you had humour, Viking man." The heaviness on my chest slowly subsiding. Not disappearing just subsiding for the moment.

"I don't." He said before kissing me even though my mouth was covered in my tears. Despite everything going on, my stomach fluttered, Lachlan's kisses always felt intimate, I felt like he was digging into the confines of my soul. I kissed him back it was now instinct, second nature but this time around not because I feared what would happen if I didn't.

"Isla." I jumped away from him by which I miserably failed at because of his grip, he wasn't stunned in anyway not that I expected him to be because he was a robot.

His mother's voice travelled through the entire kitchen although it was soft. He said something in his language to his mother which didn't seem to pleased about but smiled at me anyways.

"Mrs- Mrs - O- Lachlan you have to let me go." I whispered watching the very intimate position we were in my entire body felt hot from embarrassment and that kiss. The man wasn't moved it was as if he awaited his mother to leave so could continue with fondling me. He slowly wiped my tears still not moving.

I was so embarrassed.

"I was- I was just trying to cook- to cook something for -for your son- actually make dinner then-" I ran out of words seeing a look of pure amusement in Lachlan's eyes when all of a sudden he loosened his grip but stood in a way that even when he was placing me down his mother wouldn't see anything which I appreciated.

"I'm already starving Isla." This man didn't care in anyway of anyone's presence it was as if it was just him and I, I have never touched anything in this kitchen I am sure that he was also curious to see what I would do. "What are you making Mo Grà?" His mother watched the interaction between us as I died inside trying to redeem myself.

"That- that thing -it's -it's a surprise."

"I'm looking forward to it." I put my lips together frustrated at his new found playfulness. I slipped out of his grip and headed towards his mother's direction giving her a hug. I was at-least away from him.

"Isla - I'm sorry to come to your place unannounced, Lachlan told me to speak to you first but I was too excited." I looked at Lachlan as if he had two heads because I couldn't believe his mother's words.

"Uhm-you don't need to apologise in anyway." I said moving around the kitchen as Lachlan stood watching me definitely putting more pressure on me.

"I just wanted to come and congratulate you. I simply couldn't contain my excitement!"  The smile on her face gentle as she watched her son who was staring at me before looking at me.

"Oh-ooo thank you so much?" I had no idea what she was on about my eyes moved to the Viking mans who gave nothing away. I just wanted her out of here so I could make Lachlan help me.

"Lachlan P-please help me with the -everything -the staff must have rearranged the kitchen." Looking at this man's eyes was overwhelming, the intensity in his eyes made look elsewhere.

"If you are asking me if I know where the pots are I don't." The ghost of a smile on his face making me squint my eyes.

"Isla, I came here for you. We simply must chat!" She said. I looked at Lachlan panic in my eyes.

"Mother maybe some other time, right now she promised me a meal."

"But son- "

"You guys can chat over after dinner." He made his way across to me his hands finding my waist.

"-Right! You are making dinner for all of us. Fine I will wait, what's a few more hours." She said bidding farewell and disappeared into the other room. I released a breath I didn't know I was holding facing him. It didn't even take a second I was picked up and we were back to where we were before just before his mother interrupted us.

"Your family is around you cannot be like this." I said trying to get out of his grip which I miserably failed at.

"Isla, no one will come to my house and tell me how to behave around you, if anyone has a problem they can leave." He said gently kissing the side of my neck, probably kissing the marks he had left which were very apparent marks. I think he liked them I felt one of his thumbs slowly rubbing my neck, I wouldn't put it above him, he proves how sick he is to me day in day out.

"As much as I would love to bend you over this table right now, I will let you get to it." He said moving back my body almost taking offence to his abrupt retreat.

My mouth opened agape for a second as his words sunk in.

"Lachlan- you know that was just a cover up. I don't even know where -where a single thing I will need is." I said no longer liking the amusement in his eyes.

"I am not aware what you are on about love. What I do know is that I am looking forward to your food." He said coming closer kissing my forehead before turning around and leaving as I sat there out of words.

I looked around the kitchen feeling abandoned. The thought of poisoning him crossed my mind for a split second before I decided to actually do something because lying in bed the entire day would bring me to my end. I figured it would keep me away from his family so that was a bonus. I asked one of the maids to show me everything not knowing where everything was. A bulb lit up in my head.

I guess we were having pasta. I went looking for Lachlan bringing him back to the kitchen to help me prep the meal. It wasn't as overwhelming as I thought it would be with the giant man at my disposal. Only then did I noticed that he towered over everything in the kitchen. And just like that for a brief moment I had forgotten about how miserable I had felt and everything else that made my heart heavy as I laughed at the atrocious normality of Lachlan. The majority of the help he gave was kissing me and gropping me at every chance, telling me to not burn myself as if I have never cooked before.

I had so much fun for a moment I forgot how I was here, I forgot my hatred but I never forgot who he is. It was impossible to, his presence, eyes everything about him. Despite it all I found myself laughing. Which I felt I haven't done in a long time, the irony of the day was baffling. The pain never left but I didn't want to think about it because I would be devastated.  It was just a matter of time before I shook this entire house.

If there was no way to see my sister there was no need for me to be cautious of my life.

I watched the maids carry out the silverware and plates setting up for dinner. I stopped one of them something catching my eye.

"Sorry, what's that?" Pointing at the plate I had made Lachlan.

"-Mr OSullivan told us to always use this plate instead everytime we serve him food." I nodded my head letting her go. It was very ugly I had to admit, it looked like a rainbow threw up on it but I couldn't help but smile at her words my stomach in frenzy because of the butterflies. I took a deep breath in preparing myself for the evening.

...

My mind wondered to the distant memory of chatter between the maids coming back from the supermarket, the laughter in the air something I missed. I have been observing them for quite some time now they went on Sundays and Wednesdays and I secretly wished to join them, I actually needed to for what I was about to do. Get some fresh air without the Viking man.

The dinner was of course far from normal, there was nothing normal about that family. They enjoyed the food and Lachlan 'suggested' I cook more often, which wasn't really a suggestion which made me regret entering that kitchen. When we got the chance to finally speak with his mother she seemed to have a change of mind she mentioned nothing about what she said earlier instead spoke to me about everything else. I could t stop thinking about what Caellach had said especially with him in the room during dinner. I composed myself best as I could. And of course Luca -I was his best friend in his eyes which Lachlan didn't support. It was an amusing situation.

I was pulled out of my thought at the discomfort on my head.

"Okay-okay -okay- wait-" I softly huffed not knowing how to solve this issue. The warmth of Lachlan's body a bittersweet comfort that warmed my soul itself. I could feel his sculpted physique through his clothes, the warmth radiating kept my body at ease. Being around him was never fully easy no matter what happens between us, his alone presence was powerful and intimidating.

"Why not take this off first love? " He asked referring to my braids. I softly angled my head with tenderness afraid that I might hurt myself. I didn't know if I was healing quicker than the norm or my body adapted to always needing to readily repair itself. Although so I was still very careful. I feared pain of any sort, and the Viking man only made the fear more real.

I was positioned between his strong, toned giant thighs, which were still clad in dress pants. Everything of this man was big, I failed to get used to it. I hadn't given him a chance to change out of his clothes; he had only managed to remove his suit jacket, shoes, and roll up his sleeves. A part of me knew it didn't take much to get this man to do things for me.

He looked like the most sincere man to ever walk this earth as he looked at me curiosly, his big rough hands covered in foams of shampoo, his shirt was wet from meeting my shampoo soaked head on him time to time because I got tired. I glanced at the television for a split second making sure that the tutorial I found for him on YouTube was paused.

I analysed his strong green eyes as he looked into mine. His beard now a bit soaked all because of me which was a mystery to me because my head ended at his chest, but the shampoo was evidence. His sharp features dangerously captivating. I blinked parting my braids for him. It was wash day, I have never liked any part of this day and usually my best friend would happily help me out with the entire process. He took that privilege away from me therefore he will take over.

"Because it's easier this way, if I take them off I will not touch my hair." I threatened but he didn't understand, my scalp was painful I was a braids woman and getting braids back to back made it sensitive over time.

I thought about getting a weave or a sew in but I could already feel the consequences of that, the psychopath was unpredictable. If he so even begins to drag me by my hair it would be the end for my hair line and I didn't want any type of damage on my hair.

"Okay -am I to change the rhythm again?" He asked glancing at the television, I couldn't help but smile in amusement he was extremely attentive. The woman in the video had spoken about the different methods/rhythms to use for a good scrub. I didn't even use any of those I have been doing this for years with Anele but the video was to make it easier for the Viking man.

"No- the one you are using is just fine but please add more shampoo- your hands -Uhm please be more gentle." He nodded giving his undivided attention to the bottle of shampoo, commanding me to face the front. I felt him pour more than half a bottle of shampoo on my scalp at once, I was too shocked to quickly act because it was in one go. Literally squashing the bottle in one go.

"Lachlan-" I shifted from him trying to comprehend my next step as I paused watching him looking back at me before I let out a sigh of amusement at his ignorance and giving up. The man awaited my reason behind the drastic movement because he absolutely saw nothing out of the blue about what he had done as he raised a brow. He spoke in Gaelic - right I have been commanded to learn the language because none of his offspring will confuse their mother tongue with English. Lachlan said a lot of things I considered psychotic I have just recently haven't had the time to let it sink in and cry about it. I found life was easier like this but I knew sooner or later it would set in.

Every time he spoke his native tongue, I couldn't help but be captivated, his accent was thick and although my mind has associated his accent and language with murderous psychopaths - because of him and his brothers, there were all naturally deadly intimidating and when they spoke it was quite clear who was speaking, they commanded attention before they even spoke, I couldn't help it.

I blinked once... twice ... thrice ...

"Da?-" I started having no idea what he just said so I said the only word I recalled. I watched him chuckle.

"Did I do something wrong?" He asked pulling me closer to him, literally easily moving my entire body as if I weighed nothing, pulling me back to my position. I couldn't even begin to put into words how much it scared me when he easily without even knowing prove to me there was no sense in even trying to put the two of us against each other, I weighed what a doll weighed in his hands. The scariest part was knowing that he could easily crush my throat if he just squeezed a little harder than usual. Everything could be calm and day dream worthy but by the flick of a switch things could easily turn into a nightmare.

"No- it's fine. We can continue." He nodded before he got back to softly scrubbing my head, he was getting better by the minute the first time he started I thought he would peel off my skin. I laid my head on his chest feeling calmness slowly taking over my body as the voice of the lady drifted away from me. And every thought drifted away.

"You seem to be enjoying yourself." I commented at his tenderness despite his hands, I could tell that he genuinely was interested in learning and doing everything the right way, I was just grateful that I wasn't handling my hair on my own. Any side of Lachlan that wasn't out for blood - well he was always out for blood but any side of him that wasn't in full bloodthirsty mode was so much better.

"For our daughters." The man had the ability to say the wildest things out loud known to man with pride. And he a hundred percent meant them.

"Mmmmh." I said knowing better than to go to that place. He could very easily throw me again the wall in one swift motion, family was a no go area, he didn't joke at all about it.

"I don't think my mind can even begin or try to imagine you doing a -child's hair." This might have to be one of the calmest I have been in the presence of this man.

"-Ehm- quality time doesn't seem like something you can give." I said honestly, I have always heard him speak of these children he wanted but I could never imagine him being a father, I just felt like the world would be better off if some people never had children, we didn't need more monsters in this world.

"Why?" The sunlight from the open balcony door graced us in the warmest way ever. I could feel my skin glowing under the delectable sun. A gentle breeze brushing against my skin speaking of which I have never seen my skin this radiant ever before in my life. I embraced it despite my issues my skin was at least not letting me down.

"I just figured you would be too busy out -you know -murdering people." He chuckled his chest rumbling , the vibrating shooting through my entire body as I relaxed onto him.

"Do you think all I do is murder people?" The amusement in his voice the nudge I needed to go on.

"Lachlan the second time I saw you, you were in the middle of creating a massacre." I couldn't believe I could think back to that moment and not cry now, of course my pulse picked up although relaxed still alert just at the mere memory. 

"My job is not just about that love, but I will admit that's the part I most look forward too-"

"And you assume they would not join me because?" The seriousness in his voice scared me, he saw nothing wrong -of course. I knew this man but no one could ever get used to his psychotic mind.

"Quality time is what you make it and our wee ones will not lack for it. I promise you that." He said gently making me face up at him kissing my forehead and continuing what he was doing , as if what he just said wasn't deranged. I paused.

"I-I think we are done. We should let it sit though. C-can we get some fresh air." I said trying to compose myself. He said nothing but got off the bed and whisked me up carrying me to the balcony and taking a seat with me, placing me on top of him. The silence between us peaceful.

His land was beautiful. I enjoyed being here at this time of the day because that was when the sun wished all of nature before our eyes goodbye, its golden rays giving each and every single thing a good night kiss. I sighed smiling looking at my sunflowers. Their beauty overwhelming.

"You see, when you smile like that, you evoke a something I will not speak out loud, because it will frighten you," Lachlan murmured, his voice low and resonant.

"When you smile at the sunflowers, it makes me want to plant them across the entire world, just to see that joy in your eyes," he continued, his gaze unwavering, his tone forever the same, although his words disrupting the butterflies in my stomach his eyes never changed, the possessive and darkness shinning through them.

"You would have been such a sweet man had you not been a psychopath," I said, half-joking, half-serious. His laughter erupted, a deep, throaty sound that sent shivers down my spine. His chest rumbled with it, and his perfect teeth glinted in the sunlight. Despite the monstrous nature of Lachlan, the sun still graced him with its rays, making him look ethereal. He was beautiful.

For a moment, the world seemed to stand still, the field of sunflowers swaying gently in the breeze, the golden petals catching the light just right. He lay me continue laying my wet head on him anywhere I please without complaint. When one spot got it wet I was sure to find another.

"Did you always plan on being like this Viking man?- you know we could run away -I will give you a real chance -we can live of the radar and we will figure it out. We could leave all this behind." I said turning around and straddling him, hope in my eyes, funny everytime I thought there was a speck of good in him he always proved to otherwise. I wished I could do daydreaming but that wasn't who I was.

"Your way of looking at this world is like nothing I have ever experienced." He only said his gaze of on the land.

No matter how many time we went through it, it would never be enough. "You don't want to change? Not even a little?" I said holding my thumb and pointy finger together leaving a small space in between as I turned around facing him showing him the little space.

He looked at me yet didn't answer looked at me with a look I could not describe before one his hands wrapped around my neck bring my head closer to his, he placed a kiss, a simple kiss yet it shook my entire core.

"That means I will live in fear for the rest of my life." I softly said blinking up at him. He was now quiet. As if he had no need to answer me any longer because I already knew the answer. There was silence for a minute the wind filling that silence, the scene peaceful.

"I have set the date." He started looking at me I didn't need to ask for further elaboration I knew what he was speaking about. Only this time around my heart didn't jump in fear neither was I shaken. I knew it was a matter of time before he did.

"In two weeks, I am allowing you the chance to make it whatever you please. If not for you we would wed right now." I partially chuckled knowing as crazy as it sounds he would. I nodded my head. There was something in his eyes as he analysed my face but he said nothing.

There was a high chance I would be dead by then anyways.

"Lachlan," I began, my voice barely above a whisper. Some things were a stretch when it came to him and some seemed like I was the one with the issue because I over think. The breeze hummed lulling my heart. I was nervous.

"Mo Grà." His accent thick coating every word. It was poetry to me when he said it.

I took a deep breath, gathering my courage. "I miss going to the supermarket. May I please go when the maids go?" He just announced our date and I was worried about the super market.

His expression didn't change as he raised a brow. "Why would you want to go there? Everything you need is provided for you here."

"I know," I said quickly, not wanting to seem ungrateful. "But I miss the little things. Picking out fresh fruits, choosing my favorite snacks... being around other human beings it made me feel normal."

"Can you not pick flowers?" I knew it was a genuine question coming from him. He didn't understand.

"It's more than that."

"Normal," he repeated, his tone thoughtful. "You miss feeling normal."

I nodded, my heart pounding. "Yes. Just a little taste of it. It would mean so much to me."

"Do you think that normality will make you happy?" He now looked at the view in front of us as the sun set.

"I think it would help," I admitted, my voice trembling. "Just a small taste of it." Already imagining it. Maybe it would ease my mind and dark world as did my art.

He watched me his gaze returning to me, ever so dark although now amusement present in them."You may go, but the guards will not leave your side."

Relief and gratitude washed over me. "Thank you, Lachlan."

He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead, his dark eyes piercing through mine, chills ran down my spine. "Anything for you, my love. Remember, there is nothing I wouldn't do for you." As if he knew every single thought of mine and he encouraged it so we would see who would win. I gulped feeling the weight of his words. His tone didn't change but coming from him were heavy.

I nodded, feeling a strange mix of joy and unease. "I know."

One step for me but a huge step for mankind.

I stood up holding his hand "Time to finish what we started." I said referring to my hair.

I planned to enjoy the peace whilst I chose it.

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Hey guys

Sorry for the wait. I just want make it clear that I will never leave a book incomplete and if it happens that I take longer than usual to update there is also a serious reason behind it.

Anyways enjoy. I have missed you guys..

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