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When her hand finally slipped into his, he could barely breath; he finally would have her to himself for once. He felt as if he'd one a magnificent trophy as he stared into those amber pools. The scent of her filled him and it took all that he had not to scoop her into his arms and carry her away into some unknown land. Some place where she would be safe from the war and away from other men and their prying eyes. However, for the time being, that could not be. It would be rather foolish to drag away the youngest of Lust, even if her father treated her poorly. But damn her beauty and the way his siren was drawn to her. The young prince of Wrath quickly withdrew from his thoughts as his fingers curled around her's and a small smile tugged at his lips, making his dark coals shimmer with warmth.

"Shall we?" He gestured toward the doorway that would lead them into the gardens. Lucas lead her there and watched as the sun turned her silken tendrils into flames that framed her smooth pale features perfectly. "I wasn't expecting you to allow me a moment with you alone.. Not with all that has happened that is." He uttered reflecting back at the rage that he felt when Nathaniel, that leach, was near her. Even now he could feel it boiling within him, causing the skin on his back to itch and burn. Readying for his wings to be released and his monster to take control and teach him a thing or two. Show him who had rights to court the young siren that he'd already marked as his.

Damn I'm doing it again. He thought as he tore his gaze away from her own. God I could get lost in those. "My apologies." He muttered, why the hell was he appologizing? Men of Wrath did no such things. He was a fighter, a thing that fed off of anger, hatred and yet he was puddy in her hands. Damn it. Then without warning he turned toward her, his broad shoulders pressed back pressing himself into his full height. He couldn't help but allow the pep talk from his elder brother slip into his mind. Perhaps he was right, to let her go. But even know staring down at her he knew he could do no such thing. He wouldn't give up on her, hell even if he wanted to the siren within him wouldn't allow it. Come hell or high water the young princess would be his.

"Lorelei.. Forgive me for my boldness. I can't help it. I've grown very fond of you in a short time." He murmured his voice being to weave with the sweet melody of a male sire calling to a mate as his finger tips found their way to her tender cheek, the pad of his tumb gently caressing the satin skin. His lips burned to feel hers and his body began to ache for her touch. If only she felt the same way.

"I can not lie to you and say I only want friendship from you, I want so much more than that." You're pathetic. He couldn't help but hear the voice of his brother slip into his mind. Even if it was a figment of his imagination, it did sting slightly. But not enough to tear him away from the woman he wanted. His thumb gently passed over her tender lips as his gaze held her own captive. "But I will not take what you do not give me freely. I'm not that much of a beast."

His name slipped from her lips sending another wave of want to wash through him. Her voice weaving about him as if it were a second skin and even thought she was saying no to him. However the young prince of Wrath, in all his stuborn glory, wasn't going to weild and let her fall into a hands of another. One that would no doubt only fall pray to her siren and never know who she truely was.

Lucas stiffled the chuckle when she warned him about her sister. I can handle her. He thought for the smallest of moments. As far as he saw it the eldest daughter of lust was far to protective over her siblings and from what he had heard about the Envy Heir he was a peice of work and knew all to well how to woo someone of the fairer sex.

It had been roomered he had a group of them just waiting for him to call upon them. Lucas couldn't help but feel pleased for his fall. He wouldn't have been able to bare it had the same fate befallen her. He thought as his gaze drifted across her face and took in each detail to memory. Even know when she fed off reason after reason as to why they could not be together she was beatiful. More beatiful than any other maiden he'd looked upon. Had he not been born with some siren blood in him he would have thought it was for that reason and reason alone. But no there was more to it, he saw deeper than the insnaring song of a siren. It was only then when her finger found his own and wove together.

The formilar heat rose in him and his body roared begging him to give into the meek siren that stood before him. He eyed her for a moment as his brow rose into a high peak, her voice was lower, softer as fear slipped into her features. Then she said it the true reason why she didn't want more with him. She was fear full that he might be harmed by something or someone and he wanted to kiss her.

Oh dear gods he wanted to and before he could think he'd leaned down and captured her lips in a gentle imbrace and in doing so with his free hand he drew her closer to him. Savoring her sweet scent and the taste of her lips. Reluctantly he pulled away from her and stared down at those amber hues that were slowly but surely steeling his heart.

" Lore I'm not about to back down. I can't do that. I would rather die a thousand deaths than to know for what time we have that you keep me in your heart." His gaze searched hers looking for recognition, something that said she understood what he was saying and offering her. "It is not about selfishness on my part or yours. And I am not Alexander and I know his memory pains you and you fear that is what will happen to anyone who looks your way. But my dear sweet Lorelei I want this more than I want my title." He murmured as he drew her into him tucking her head just benieth his chin.

Taking care not to hold her to tightly so that if she wanted to escape she could. His dark melody was woven about them, with out the spell of a siren. Rather the spell of a man who wants to be worthy of a woman, a woman who is quickly stealing his heart.

A small chuckle slipped his lips as he kissed the top of her auburn curls. "It seems I've already broken what I said I wouldn't do." He murmured into the locks.

He wanted to weep for her, she held so much weight on her shoulders cursed by not only her nature but by her very voice. He wanted to ease her woes to sooth her and comfort her. Yet at the very same time he battled with himself in taking her and stake his clame. Darring any man who felt foolish enough to challeng him or letting her come to him and morn her losses.

However if he allowed her that and took a step back would she find another and insnare them in a way that she could not do to him? Could he truely risk that with her? He thought as he listened to her words so full of raw emotion as she attempted to throw him every reason why they shouldn't be together at him, believing he would deter from his path. She still had much to learn about him, he was far to stuborn and head strong. Ones he saw something he desired he went after it.

Taking on any challege that may come his way, it wasn't in him to give up. Nothing could break his resolve ones made. After years of belonging to the army and being trained by the best, under such conditions one had to be strong and full of will in order to live. If not he was cut down by those stronger than he who wanted to be victorious. He tried not to smile when she suggested better, who possibly could be better? He saw in her an equal someone who could match him stride for stride rather then being wrapped up in his voice and charm.

She could actually see him even if she was so young and still not at her fullest. But try as he might he failed and it touched his lips, softening them as it reached his eyes. Warming and turning the dark orgs into warm pools of chocolate. He never spoke and allowed her this moment to do so.

Allowing her voice to bath him in it's hypnotic melodies; woven with the urgencies of a young woman fearful that she would destroy anything that crosses her path. He couldn't let her believe that and it only strengthened his resolve, he would not sway from this path. He made his mind up hours ago, she would be his one day.

His hold loosened even more as she pooled away from him, her cheeks flush with color and warmth as she back away from him. Lucas held still as he watched her, his gaze sweping across her face. He wanted to pool her back into his embrace where he could keep her safe from the world if but for a moment longer, but he'd already pushed her, perhaps to far.

"Lorelie." He purred her name his voice weaving with his siren song wanting to sooth her pain with the magic of his voice. She had indured far more than he could ever understand and it made him feel helpless as he struggled for words to help her. To show her that she was not a witch, a temptress. At least not in the sense they meant.

He ran a steady hand through his dark locks, an act of frustration, as he pulled his gaze away from her and allowed it to settle on a near by tree. How to put into words so that she could believe him? It puzzled him.

Slowly the words began to form on his lips and as he stared at the plant and watched as the wind russled it's branches. Swaying gently in the breeze he turned back to her. "Lorelei. Do you fear that your song is what drew me in and keeps me here? I assure you that yes it helped pull me to you, but not for the reasons you may believe. I am drawn to you because I see an equial. A woman whom is strong and beatiful who can see past my own song and see the man below." He took a small step toward her and held out his hand to her.

"I am trying so very hard to understand you and your losses your fears and your woes. I'm a very stuborn man and ones I've made up my mind I do not waver and I don not believe that you are this woman you're trying to convince me you are. Or that you do not want me. You're fearful of what may happen to me, to you if you gave into something that may cause you happyness." His fingers curled around her hand as he drew it to his lip, placing a gentle kiss upon each knuckle. While his gaze locked with hers, flickering to smoldering coils. "Tell me you do not want to give into me, that you do not want to see what I have to offer you." He murmured against her knuckles, his breath warm against her cool fingers.

He chuckled lightly, filling the air around them with a gentle melody woven with deep joy. His eyes danced with amusement at her attempt to dance around it and not answer him out right. That was one thing he was begging to notice that she did, and did very well. Let alone her use of his title rather than just his given name. She was so adorable when flustered by him and he couldn't wipe away the smug smile of male pride. His rich laughter slowly calmed as he cleared his throat and prepared to speak. "Lady," he teased, using his best impersonation of a well mannered aristocrat. "I asked what you wanted not what was prudent." He murmured, laughter still lacing with his beautiful voice.

He knew the trouble she faced, she didn't have to say it again for his ears. He knew of Alex's death and how it had affected her. She was so torn and broken when he'd first laid eyes on her and he wanted to be there for her, even then, for reasons unknown to him. "But fair princess forbidden can be so much...fun." He purred, letting the letters roll from his tongue in an intoxicating melody.

"Lorelei, why worry about then when we have today? Us here in this garden, so beautiful, failing in comparison to you." He hesitated his mouth going dry as he realized the reality, the truth in his statement. His eyes lingering on hers and sweeping down her lush figure hidden away by proper garments. He hadn't even realized how quickly his heart was pounding as he watched her, taking her in, drawing her sweet scent into his lungs. Quickly he regained himself and cleared his throat. "I wish not worry about tomorrow, when it comes I'll deal with it. I'd rather know that I lived today well then regret it for the rest of my life."

His memory fell back upon another woman, who had tried to lure him in. He was a good man then, a better one from the one he was today. Still in his youth, a boy really, and he'd met her. So young and radiant and he was smitten with her and she with him. They were to marry, but he kept putting it off and putting it off for reasons unknown to him. She brought it up to him one night asking why he wouldn't marry her. He didn't have the answer and it ended in a nasty fight between the two. The following day an attack happened in the land, and she was killed.

He pulled himself away from his thoughts and let her hand go as he turned away from her. It had been years since he'd thought about that. That day was the day that he vowed never to let a moment go, to never let fear get in your way. Probably was the reason he was alright with Mishka and Jasper. He sighed heavily as he bowed his head and ran a shaky hand through his hair. Lorelei's voice wove about him, almost pulling him free of the painful memories.

He wasn't about to burden her with his pain, she already had so much of her own. Perhaps this wasn't right, he wasn't right and he should let her go. He thought for a brief moment and quickly pushed it away as he tilted his head to look up at the evening sky, swirled with colors of the night. "It's beautiful; Lorelei... Please don't push me away. Allow me this time with you. I know I ask so much of you. But I want a chance and who knows perhaps we may just get along. I assure you I'm not always so brooding." He uttered, his voice woven with a deep sorrow that he could not quiet shake.

The young prince's breath hitched in his throat when her touch started him back into the present. Pulling him so abruptly that his hand rose, with unhumanly reflexes, encircling her wrist and red ambers flickered in the depths of his dark pools. Showing a glimce of the beast within that he kept under lock and key. It manipulated his vision for a moment and in that moment she resembled his lost love. Lucas footing fautered and he took a step back.

This is not right. He thought blinking away the image and released his hold.

"S-sorry." He stammered out his voice trembleing, weaving with painful cords. Praying his grip hadn't hurt her or bruised her fair skin. Her brother surely would have his head as a mantel center piece. Or that his sudden change hadn't frightened her away from him. Or raise questions that he was far from ready to answer. Noone knew of the pain that lingered deep in his chest. Even when it would strangle his heart with deathing force.

The youngest son of Wrath shoved his hand through his dark locks and forced his gaze to his feet. He need a moment to regain himself, to focus on what he was determined to have and that was her. Despite what his elder brother had said and warned him against pursuing. Lucas couldn't even imagine what he would say if he'd known of Melrose. The very thought of her name sent daggers into his heart shredding it. He bit his lip and used the pain to push her away and time to regain his suave charm.

"Lorelei have you wondered why your voice doesn't affect me as it does other men?" He asked raising his gaze to meet hers. Allowing her to see the truth of his words with in his eyes. "I won't lie I am drawn to you but not like the others. Don't you want to be with a man where you know he's here for you, and you alone and not because of your voice?" He asked wondering if that would make her consider his offer, or at least give him an advantage.

He closed the distance between them allowing his power to crackle and snap in the air aound them. His voice so deep and rich each cord plucked specificly to make her body tremble with an unformiliar want. "Don't hid behind your families boundries or your duities as a princesses answer me with honesty. Would you rather have a man who desiered you." His hand gently caressed her cheek, a touch designed to bring a woman to her knees as his gaze held hers.

Those dark pools burning with an unashamened need. His finger tips slow traced her jaw, "Hunger for you." and slowly down her neck. "And love you and by his choice and not because your voice holds him captive." Slowly he leaned forward his lips inches from hers and just as they were about to brush her lush mouth, he placed a gentle kiss on her cheek.

He leaned away from her and regained contol of his power. Just as quickly as it had came it was gone, all traces of his power vanished. All that remained was the unashmed need that still lingered in his dark gaze.

Her soft plea reached his ears and it turned his heart over. Yet at the very same moment stabbed it with a knife and sent fear racing through his veins like icy-hot flames. It moved through him like a viper ready to strike and inject him with a lethal venom that would surely still his heart and steal his breath. Even now he found he couldn't breath as he waited for her to speak. Yet he was still able to hold a somber look even as his insides twisted.

He prayed that if she spoke it wasn't what he suspected. That she would care for him enough and not turn him away. Kicking himself for telling her that if she asked he would go. Those words would have been nails on his coffen. Despite what he wanted he would do as she wished.

The air around them grew still, and still she said nothing. Relief washed over him as he relaxed and sighed. He still had a chance but for now he would let it go and just enjoy her company. He decided finally. But still his tongue remand paralyzed as he wondered just how close she'd come to sayings thoughs words.

The gentle breeze brushed against him, carrying on it her scent that calmed him more and thawed his frozen tongue. He cleared his throat. "Would you like to walk? We may talk somemore at a later date for now I would just like to enjoy you company and chat." Lucas held out his hand and waited, using no charm form his siren. Allowing her to make this choice on her own accord.

The melody of her laughter wrapped around him and brought a smile to his lips. It lightened his earlier worries and put him at ease, this side of the princess he could get use to. Where she seemed to be relaxed and comfortable around him rather than acting as if she were a frightened mouse running from him. She even was so bold as to tease him, yes Lucas could find himself growing very fond of this side to Lorelei. Well fonder than what he already was, which could possibly lead him farther down the road of courtship and into a betrothal. The thought brought about a wave of butterfly's in his belly, no it was to soon for such thoughts. He'd only just met her and even if his siren called to hers, as he was sure his called to hers he couldn't allow such decisions to be made this early in what ever type of relationship he had with her. For now, he would allow her this reprieve from his demands.

Lucas walked along her side, listening intently to all that she said. Her voice wrapping around him like warm honey. Her laughter ones again found his ear and made him smile. "Lore please relax. I have no desire to sweep you off your feet and carry you away to some far off land." He mused as a playful smirk flirted with his lips. "Yet." He uttered, a hint of a hidden promise on his tongue. The thought had crossed his mind to throw her over his shoulder and carry her off. But the consequences (even if they mattered little to him) would surely upset her and that was something he would never allow. Harm to become her by any hand, even his own. Lucas chuckled, the melody soft and rich, as she began to tease him.

"Sorry my fair princess but I choose not to speak of such things in the company of the fairer sex. Plus even with my rank in the military it is not something I enjoy. Believe it or not." He said looking down upon her."Plus such things appear to bore you and at present you look like you might yawn from merely mentioning them." He said returning the tease, laughter danced within the his dark pools. "How ever I am quit curious about what you enjoy to do, in your free time. I believe I heard it mentioned that you enjoy the violin? Am I correct?" He asked, raising a questioning brow.

[ooc: I'll do the time skip after you respond to this post.]