Mated To The Queen Of The Sea

“Remember Patricia?” Diana asked me strangely.

After hearing the question, I started to peep around the walls, thinking she could appear from any angle; Patricia was an immortal, devilish and very powerful being I no longer wanted to see.

“I don’t think I do,” I responded.

“Let me tell you about her!” Diana exclaimed back, as she wore her clothes again, sitting next to me.

“I am that interested though, you know?” I inquired.

Diana looked at me still sexily, as she stared at my eyes with her lustful eyes; she returned, “I can drop you down the site of interest in this, and I know it’s way too hard to run from the approaches of one’s true love…”

“Hmm,” I stated, “yes.”

“That’s me” was always her word, being separate from the other women in the city.

Patricia was born in Vendours, a well known metropolis where she had grown and always lived as a wealthy business person.

She was clearly popular also, for her beauty and fashion. The way she dressed was to add to her facial and body attractiveness.

A single woman that she was, she had long been in search of someone of her heart, as she would often desire.

She met with a guy…

“Good morning, Patrie!” The guy greeted her.

Patricia was outside that day to actually get some things for herself, in fashion and feeding. She was a woman who never joked with herself and her health.

She loved how it was a male voice she heard, who greeted her, so she moved forward to see the person.

“Hi, dear!”

“Yeah, I’ve heard a lot about you… Can I know more, ma’am?” The guy inquired.

“That’s nice. I am Patricia, and people call me Patrie Fashiana…”

“Oh, I forgot to add that pseudonym…”

“No qualms, so what’s your name?” Patricia asked, too.

“My name is Tarrilles Bridgeton, I am from the southern side of Vendours.” The guy – Tarrilles replied.

“So, can I know what you do for a living?”

Tarrilles got lost in a long pause suddenly, and touched his chest. This second question he received was quite strange, as he never had such from any of his female friends before.

“Well, I am a Musician and an Artist.” He replied to her.

“Wow! That’s nice too!”

“Sure, what of you Patrie?”

“Hmm, I am many things…” Patricia summarised, and smiled.

“Let me hear that, please!” Tarrilles requested.

“I am a Fashionista, a Dancer, a Pop Singer, a Businesswoman, a Photographer and a Pastime Baker, from the United Kingdom,” Patricia replied detailedly.

“United Kingdom?”

“Yes,” Patricia replied, “from the city of England per se.”

“Okay!” Tarrilles returned loudly, “I am from Scotland, but I was bred in Spain before I moved to Scotland again.”

“That’s sweet.”

“Thank you, Patree,” Tarrilles appreciated her, “I wonder how we both got into this fantasy world, though!”

“It’s always for a reason,” Patricia responded, “even Herdy and Diana, the great couple were from the real world – Scotland precisely.”

“Yes, that’s what I heard!” Tarrilles exclaimed in response, “I actually understand you now.”

“Thank you, darling.” Patricia stated.

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“One more thing, Tarrilles…” Patricia notified him.

“What’s that, though?”

“Can we go for a walk or something?” Patricia revealed her request, holding her hairs as a signal, that she desired what she had asked for, from Tarrilles.

“Okay, where are we going to? The Outshell or Hoystammer?” Tarrilles asked to know.

“Anywhere, I think Hoystammer should be okay for me, darling…” Patricia suggested almost indecisively.

“Alright then, follow me… That’s my car over there!” Tarrilles motioned to her, and took her to where he parked his Supebro Plus car.

Anything that was constructed or built by Supebro brand was seen as the best of products. Their vehicles, appliances, machines and all other technological objects were all topnotch.

It was also often described about the company, that their products were made from a strong effect of some supernatural powers. To mean that Supebro was the best, the city leaders often recommended them to the city residents, that if they actually accepted, they would enjoy the saving power and blessing of the supernatural.

No one was unaware of the quality Supebro products have, and they concluded that whoever used such products must be a wealthy person, like some tycoon.

Even Herdy, Patricia’s long time friend, was ready to purchase one of their cars as a gift for Diana, his mate planning to do so, on their wedding ceremony.

These were the thoughts going through Patricia’s mind for some minutes.

Actually, Patricia did not talk at all, and so Tarrilles considered it to be an amazement to her; he thought she was very surprised by seeing such a rich man like him – someone who has a private Suprebro car.

Three minutes later, Patricia was well conscious again, as she started another discussion with her new friend.

“I have a question for you…” Patricia said, “plus, a thought that I want to express to you, Tarrilles.”

“Okay, go on!” He consented.

“Could you believe I am a single lady…?” Patricia asked him.

“Wait before you say that,” Tarrilles started, “for so long now, I wanted to tell you something as well, that you are so beautiful!”

“Oh, thank you!” Patricia appreciated it.

“But, I’m sure you have many men out there who have a crush on you?” Tarrilles asked her.

“Hmm,” Patricia responded calmly, “that’s normal though, and you know it cannot be avoided.”

“Yeah, but… I also have a crush on you,” Tarrilles revealed, speaking with a swiftly rolled tongue.

“That is fine, darling!” Patricia remarked. She became so glad to have someone tell her such. Even though she had had thousands and more, of followers and fans of hers who had a crush on her, none of them ever told her, face to face.

But, here is a lovely Tarrilles who was ready to show her true love.

“I love you, Tarrilles,” she confessed.

“Then, I love you too, Patrie!” Tarrilles replied back, but in a neutral tone.

As both of them moved where they were, to leave, they ran into Grandage – someone like an enemy.

“Grandage?” Patricia called.

“Is this Patricia I’m looking at?” Grandage asked her, so stunned to see her.

“Yes, she is Patricia my love!” Tarrilles exclaimed back, ogling Grandage with disgust.