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Delusional Desire

****This part will be from Antony's perspective.

Ever since I first saw Amelia, something within me has changed. I feel strange, as if a spell has been cast upon me. I can't get her out of my mind. Today, as I watched her from afar telling stories to the children in the square, she looked simply lovely. Her blue dress complemented her curly, red hair, and I couldn't help but be mesmerized by her.

I was hidden behind an old column, my gray eyes fixed on her, when I heard a voice beside me.

"— She really is amazing, isn't she?" whispered Marcus, my friend and fellow guard, with a playful smile on his face.

"— I don't know what you're talking about," I replied, avoiding his gaze and feeling my face flush.

Marcus let out a low laugh and crossed his arms, leaning against the adjacent column.

"— Oh, don't be so hard on yourself. We all are enchanted by her. But you... you seem particularly affected."

I sighed and ran my hand over my face, feeling vulnerable in the face of the truth Marcus pointed out.

"— I don't know what's happening to me, Marcus. It's as if a spell has been cast upon me. I can't stop thinking about her, wanting to be near her. It's frightening."

Marcus smiled gently and placed his hand on my shoulder, and then walked away without saying anything.

She was like a deep and mysterious ocean, full of secrets and wonders that I longed to explore. And even knowing that diving into this ocean could be dangerous, I was willing to take the risk...

Every night, the same ritual repeated itself. I would lie in bed, close my eyes, and slowly, an unsettling feeling that I wasn't truly alone would wash over me. And there she was: Amelia, draped in a red silk sheet, her ethereal presence filling the room with a mysterious and captivating aura.

"— Amelia?" I would whisper, my voice trembling with uncertainty and fascination.

She would stand there, in front of me, her piercing green eyes locked onto mine, as if trying to tell me something, but the words never came. For a brief moment, I felt an intense and palpable connection between us, as if the space between us was charged with electricity.

Moved by a mix of curiosity and longing, I would reach out towards her, seeking to touch her smooth, cold skin. However, the moment my fingers reached her ethereal form, she would vanish, dissipating like smoke or mist, leaving me alone in the oppressive silence of the room.

"— It can't be real..." I would murmur to myself, my heart pounding unevenly in my chest.

Yet, the sensation of her presence, the sweet and familiar scent she left behind, remained, making me question my own sanity. Was Amelia truly a witch, capable of invading my dreams and disrupting my reality? Or was she merely an illusion, a product of my tormented imagination?

Deep down, I wished it to be real, for Amelia to be more than just a fleeting vision but a genuine and significant part of my life. The uncertainty and mystery surrounding her only heightened my curiosity and desire to unravel the secrets she so carefully guarded.

Every night, I would lie in bed, waiting for the moment when Amelia would appear again, eager to uncover the truth behind her enigmas and find an explanation for the hallucinations that haunted me.

Struggling against the torrent of emotions that Amelia stirred within me, I found myself in a constant state of longing and desire. The nights were the hardest, when loneliness seemed most intense, and her absence became almost unbearable. Amidst this whirlwind of feelings, I found myself seeking comfort in fantasies, imagining Amelia by my side, sharing moments of intimacy and passion that only existed in my deepest dreams.

"— Amelia..." I would whisper, closing my eyes and allowing myself to be carried away by the intensity of my fantasies. "If only you knew how much you affect me, how much I long to be with you..."

Every touch, every caress was a desperate attempt to capture Amelia's fleeting essence, to feel her presence in a more tangible way, even if only in my imagination. The sensation of her soft skin, the scent of her perfume, the way her green eyes looked at me with tenderness and curiosity... all of it became part of an intimate and solitary ritual I allowed myself, hoping to relieve the excitement pulsating between my legs.

The moans echoed through the sheets, a symphony of desire and anxiety that mingled with the shadows of the night. My thoughts were consumed by her, by Amelia, whose presence in my mind felt more real than any touch I could experience on that empty bed.

"— Amelia..." I whispered, the name escaping my lips like a silent prayer, as my fingers desperately sought the warmth of her body that only existed in my imagination.

You might be wondering why I didn't satisfy myself with any other woman; after all, I had enough money to pay for that pleasure as many times as I wanted. It's true, as a royal guard, I could easily find companionship to quench my carnal needs. But truth be told, since Amelia crossed my path, my body only responds to her.

Every time I closed my eyes, it was her face I saw, the scent of her hair I felt, the gentle touch of her skin I yearned for. No other woman could satisfy this burning desire inside me, this overwhelming need to have her in my arms, to be consumed by the fire of passion that only she was capable of igniting in me.

And so, between sighs and muffled moans, I found myself trapped in a vicious cycle of desire and frustration, where the only possible solution was to find a way to turn this fantasy into reality.

However, each time I indulged in these fantasies, a feeling of guilt and frustration would invade me. I knew I needed to act, that my obsession with Amelia was becoming too heavy a burden to bear alone. It was time to confront my feelings, to find a way to uncover the truth behind the woman who haunted me day and night.

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