Act II. Scene VII

AGAPE

After the queen had finally left the house, and Cale had clearly told Airell to behave more like a lord in the house, Lisianto started planning the assassination. There they were. The brunette completely sprawled on that gigantic bed, and the redhead on top of him.

"Was that... serious?" Her jade eyes lifted to gaze at him, searching for a spark of falsehood in that androgynous face.

"What? Are you talking about cutting the queen's head off?" the one with topaz eyes said casually, with a calmness that Ágape envied. "My dear... do not doubt the things I can do when it comes to someone taking you away from me."

It still felt too unreal. The way Cale Lestrad treated her so precious, the way he seemed to take such care of her... it felt like a dream. It had the sensation of a dream, at least, one that extended for hours, days, weeks, months, and years. Whenever she was with Cale, everything seemed to float, as if the sensations were velvety, just like his v