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By:Alexis Angel


It’s actually not that bad of a day at all - the weather is beautiful and I enjoy walking up to the bridge. I slow down when I see that there are signs that the bridge is closed due to work. No cars are going in or out. I wonder if Derrick still wants me to go on the bridge. Well, if the bridge was closed, he would have known. But still, should I turn back? I’m breaking rules if I proceed.

This is a big moment for me, because as I take a step onto the bridge past the orange signs that warn of road closure and to take the Manhattan or Williamsburg Bridges, I realize that I’m trusting Prince Sin to be responsible. If he turns out to have dropped the ball, I’m the one that’s placing myself in jeopardy by going along with his plans.

But he deserves the benefit of the doubt. If I’m willing to make enemies of the District Attorney, the least I can do is follow some game to walk across a deserted bridge.

It’s actually pretty neat - walking all by myself down the bridge. I mean, I can see the city behind me as a hive of activity, but the stark emptiness of the bridge takes me aback. It’s very surreal.

And that’s where the red carpet starts.

I swear to you - there’s a red carpet going down the center of the walkway of the Brooklyn Bridge.

It’s a nice, plush red carpet. The kind they roll out for royalty. Or the ones they use at the Oscars. I start walking on it.

Seriously, I’m not joking - this carpet stretches past the horizon. That’s because the bridge curves and I’m on the lower side, walking up.

My hearts beating at the sheer excitement of the intricacy to this mystery, when I stop.

There are now rose pets on the red carpet. White rose petals against a dark red velvet carpet. And on each side of the carpet are rows of cherry blossoms in giant white planters. They create a hallway of sorts, covering me in a beautiful world in the heart of the city.

I think about texting Derrick again, but clearly there is more to this mystery than what I’ve found.

The cherry blossom trees on each side of the red carpet get thicker and plusher as I advance farther through the bridge and by the time I’ve gotten a quarter of the way across the bridge it’s hard to see past them at the East River.

Soft classical music is playing from somewhere and all of a sudden, I notice strings of lights are surrounding the trunks of the cherry blossoms because they all light up.

Between the music, the rose petals, and the lit up trees - not to mention the red carpet I’m on - I’ve been transported to some other world. I’m no longer walking down the Brooklyn Bridge in New York City. I’m somewhere magical.

This has all the hallmarks of Derrick. But to do this, for me, it literally takes my breath away.

And there he is, standing in the middle of the bridge up ahead, maybe 200 paces from me.

I quickly increase my pace and almost break out into a run.

I stop as I get closer.

There’s a table with two chairs and a candle that he stands next to.

But that’s not what stops me short. It’s what he’s wearing. The full military dress uniform of St. Livy. It fits him like a glove. His eyes are piercing and he has some very light stubble - but his face is so rugged and firm, his body so perfectly made. His wide shoulders spread back, he’s waiting for me like some kind of modern day God.

I slow down as I approach him. He takes a step towards me and I stop completely.

He’s silent. So am I. I want to see what he’s up to. I don’t have long to wait as he comes up to me - his body inches away.

“Daphne Apple,” he says to me. I look up at him and lose myself in his eyes all over again for the first time. “I love you.”

Oh gosh! I’m dead and I’ve gone to heaven. I’m the happiest girl in the world.

I have no idea what’s coming.

“You rescued me from myself,” he says to me as he takes my hand in his and brings it up. “Without you, I would have self-destructed so long ago.”

I don’t know what to say, so I stay silent. “Each day, I remind myself just how lucky I am that an angel like you is in my life.”

Wow. But seriously, if Prince Sin is doing all this to get in my pants, I should probably tell him that he has nothing to worry about.

And that’s when he gets down on one knee.

Oh, my.

Actually, let me rephrase that really quick, okay?

Yeeeeee!

This is really happening!

What do I do? What am I wearing?

Is there any of that onion bagel in my teeth?

I love him so much.

What am I going to say?

I swear to God, I can’t breathe.

I love him so much.

Oh my God! Sorry, I mean, OH MY GOD!

This is so amazing.

I love him so much.

I hope you realize that was all at once and took roughly about a second to go through my head. But guess what? I’m such a good girl that outwardly I’m very calm.