Beautiful Hell (Draft 1)

For almost one hundred years, a brutal and bloody struggle for dominance between the kingdom of Ra'Ziel and the plains of Torath has torn the world asunder, raining death and destruction upon the earth. But this war is coming to an end. With only a few descendants of both royal lines living, will there finally be peace? Alexandra Ra'Ziel wants nothing more than to end the feud that took her older brothers from her, but Tristan Torath has different plans. He wants - he needs - retribution for the wrongs he has suffered. And so their story begins. Because anyone can find vengeance, but only a rare few achieve true justice.

Ok yeah, so here's the thing. I'm rewriting this story, so anybody who wants to read the new chapters (as I edit and revise them) can find them on my page. The Movella is titled Beautiful Hell (Re-imagined). And yeah, it's way way way better than this one, but also way more graphic too.

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22. Tristan Torath IV

            Ali gasped, but she didn’t pull away. Her hand came up to his face, and she traced his scar. Tris closed his eyes, waiting for the horror, but it never came. He felt Ali’s lips, warm and soft, trace across his face.

            In that moment, Tris loved her. He had loved her before they fucked, of course, but now he was tied to her. For once in his life, someone wasn’t afraid of him. “I love you, Tris. This, this scar, it only makes you more you. Without it, you wouldn’t be Tris anymore. Thank you.” At her words, Tris’ eyes fluttered open. He looked at Ali, and for the first time ever, he really saw her. She was young, she was naïve, even if she wasn’t quite so innocent anymore.

            Tris traced her body with his eyes, soaking up every inch of her. He had seen her naked before, of course. But this time, it was a choice she had made, not one made for her. Her ankles and wrists were thin, and so was her waste. Her stomach was beginning to tan, but still paler than her face. Her breasts were round and pale, her hips shapely. Her hair, black as a raven’s wing, was thick and soft beneath his hands. Her mouth, curving in a smile, took his breath away.

            But it was Ali’s eyes that made her beautiful. They were hazel-brown, constantly shifting. Open, honest eyes. They were large in her face, framed by thick black lashes. Tris stretched forward, and he kissed her eyelids, first one, then the other. She shuddered under his touch, but still didn’t draw back.

            “You’re beautiful, Ali. I – I can never be that.”

            “No. No Tris, you are. You just don’t see it, but I do.” Naïve child. Tris felt guilty for a moment. He loved Ali, he knew that now, but what future could she have? Tomorrow, her people would come. After Tris was dead, what would happen to her? She wasn’t a virgin anymore.

            “Today is all we have, Ali. Tomorrow, I ride to battle. Tomorrow, I’m going to die.”

            “Tris, please don’t. Don’t fight them. At least talk to them first.”

            “I’ll try, Ali, but I don’t think I have any choice. You were wrong. Sometimes, others make our decisions for us. And even if we do talk, we still only have so long. I’m going mad, without Jasper. His magic slowed the poison. Without it, I’m dead in a few weeks anyways.”

            After that, they lapsed into silence. But it only lasted for a few moments. If all they had was today, Tris was going to make damn sure they didn’t waste it.

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