realms. Meaning it wasn’t as if I was going to have a fucking party whilst hiding the damn thing under my pool!
This of course meant that most of these rooms had never even been stepped foot in since the time they were made. In the beginning there had been other ways to access my tower, like on the lower levels. But these I’d had closed up years ago shortly after the Eye had come into my possession.
This also meant that I had far better places to be having this meeting other than in my private bedchamber. But the reason I didn’t was because I wanted to stay as close to Amelia as possible. And her comfort and care was naturally my first priority right now.
Dariush followed me behind the wall and down the steps into my private office and like I said, it was one I hadn’t entered in quite some time. Unlike my office in Castle Blutfelsen, it also hadn’t been graced with a single shred of personality. Granted it was a room I spent most of my time in when there, as running a kingdom alongside a mortal business empire took a lot of fucking time. In truth, before Amelia had stumbled into my life as a more permanent fixture, I had been little more than a workaholic. Even my nights spent at the club weren’t as relaxing as I portrayed them to Amelia during those times she had infiltrated Transfusion.
Which meant that if I was to spend most of my time in a fucking office, it would be one I felt comfortable in and less like some fucking machine behind a desk. This meant that in the Earth realm I had surrounded my personal space with things from my past. Things that essentially kept me attached to my mortality in some way. Although, I had to confess that since being with Amelia I hadn’t realised just how much of that I had lost. Because Amelia to me was like a mortal overload and in many ways similar to Pip. Amelia had rooted herself in the culture and history of her world along with that of her father’s. Although I knew for a fact how she struggled when growing up believing herself not belonging to it.
I also knew the fault lay at my feet for taking that piece of her and I had to wonder now if that had been the reason that burst of power back in the soul fields had been absorbed instead of knocking me on my ass like it should have?
I didn’t have any answers…Yet. But one thing I did know for certain and that was Amelia was clearly much more than just a mortal. And being down in Hell had obviously tapped into the little remaining power I had stolen from her. Which made me question, how fucking powerful would she be now had I not done so? Gods, but it even seemed too dangerous a thought to consider. Then again, no matter how much I tried it was a difficult thought to get out of my head. Not when she had looked like some Angel of Blood sent by the Gods to deliver punishment.
Gone was the girl that I had found in a big red dress sat upon my floor playing with Lego and recreating my home in block form. Gods, how I had changed, for once upon a time her obsession in all things geek would have irritated me. Now I just found it endearing and a pleasure to watch her excitement at such things.
In fact, once this was all over, I was looking forward to indulging her in these quirks and hobbies, with the gift of her playful smiles in return. But again, I was focusing on how much I had changed since knowing her this way, being with her in what modern convention would class as a relationship. These were all things I never would have thought I would accept, much less tolerate. I had foolishly believed that when I finally allowed myself to claim my Chosen One then I would do so solely on my terms. That I would have them situated by my side with little thought to much else. Selfishly and arrogantly assuming that they would cater to my needs and yield to my rule.
Gods, but how fucking wrong could I have been!
It was fucking laughable now after being with her and discovering what type of woman she was. Oh, she may yield in the bedroom