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THE PRODIGAL.
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Cadence
VALIENTE
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MOOD
About to bag me a baddie 

LOCATION
Antares Bar
MENTIONS
Ilya, Lexis, Percy
INTERACTS
Percy
Moonlight — Kali Uchis
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Orchid Pools
lit with excitement as you take your first step. One foot after the other, you dance between the fine line of liberty and bondage.
CHAPTER FOUR.
Silky midnight hair pulled into an elegant bun. Dripping in diamonds and lace, the heiress stepped forward beneath the gentle glow of the moonlight. Her soft slippers pattered softly against the cobblestone street. A hint of hastiness played a silent tune as each step devoured the exciting sight before her.
The moment Tiberius looked away from her direction, she didn’t waste any time blending in among the sea of people and making her way towards the loudest establishment her ears could reach. The heiress still crosses at his lack of presence when she truly needs it at Algol. After the incident, one thought remained true in her mind: her father would hear about this. And that lone fact is enough for the gladiator to spiral into an anxious mess that will undoubtedly mentally exhaust the man. It sends a sadistic titillation through her spine, enough to bring her brief joy.
While she adorned herself with complete opulence, an invisible itch remained beneath her skin. This phantom irritation grew as her presence continued to be chained within the suffocating confines of the ship—a perpetual reminder of the disaster that occurred a month ago. She needed to get off this ship before the overwhelming urge to fling herself overboard became too great.
The evening chill brushed past her bare thighs, sending electrifying goosebumps along her body to the flesh of her nape. Her left leg faltered momentarily as if a vicious memory had arisen, preventing the blood from flowing freely.
Underneath her stockings, particularly on her left leg, lie unwanted scars that will undoubtedly make her less desirable. However, whether or not she gets laid or married is at the bottom of her list of worries. In the asphyxiating world of royalty, all that matters are titles, stations, and overly extravagant names plastered upon birth. So, whether or not her legs are ruined, it matters less for her future prospects. Whether or not they are broken or crippled, as long as she is still his daughter, that is all that matters. Whether or not she can dance and fulfil her long-awaited dream of performing on a grand stage will never matter in the eyes of those who matter the most in this world.
And something about that greatly prickles her supple skin.
The waters of Algol did more than scar a leg, which she would debate has become a crucial part of herself; it also gave her a cruel wake-up call that tethered her dream on hold. For once, the term ‘stupid girl’ has laid its first few weights upon her fragile shoulders. Her knees buckled at the mere thought of her future station and current expectations.
Adequately bandaged and surveyed by the ship’s physician, her leg has healed well. After a month of healing, Cadence can finally use her left leg without limping awkwardly. Her fury has dwindled to mere embers after the outburst she rained upon the captain. With her mewling rage quenched, it factored into her increased appreciation for the people who proved helpful to her. If it weren’t for his exceptional skills as a doctor and the piece of sweet he gave her, she would’ve scratched Ilya’s eyes out with her own set of pedicured claws because of the sting of the alcohol he drenched her injuries in. See how she held herself back? How nice, polite, and very demure!
Presently, she finds herself walking into a bar with an aching gaze at her leg. She needs a good vintage wine to drown in her sorrows or, even better, a pair of pretty legs and strong muscly arms wrapped around her. Warm enough to smoulder the stinging sensation of
The snug nostalgia wrapped around her senses as a cacophonous cheering rang through her ears. Sending a delightful blitz of familiarity around her.
“No need to ask me twice,”
At that moment, she saw only him—a paragon of finesse.
A brilliant gleam from his silver ear piercings mischievously flickered across the room, clashing with her orchid pupils in a battle of beauty and… Danger! Is what her mind immediately echoed. As the previous events proved remarkably well, Cadence Valiente had a terrible streak for preserving herself. However, this danger—no, it wasn’t danger; it was thrill. If the destined cards are played correctly, perhaps it would bear fruit as a much-needed distraction.
Unlike a particular grey creature with incredibly sharp claws, the savage thrill the heiress is currently pursuing is one she is quite familiar with. Wild, fun, and riveting parties were what she had always followed, and with the promise of him, giddy eagerness consumed her every step. She has adored many people, given them jewels in exchange for their company, and perhaps even more; that sort of thrill is what the heiress finds herself currently pursuing. It’s safe, her mind echoed as her feet carried her in his direction.
I’m safe, she reassured herself once more. Like the encroaching edge of creeping verglas, freezing the heat of stress that burns within her, she takes another icy step forward.
To a sweet slice of liberty.
To Percival Griffin.
To her future.
“Ahhhh!! Percy! I’m your biggest fan! SIGN MY TITS!” she shamelessly proclaimed. Among the ocean of cheers, she hoped hers was the loudest. Whatever future she hoped to see him in, she could only hope it ended with him wrapped around her later in the evening.
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