The Prince And I Chapter 4
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???????? The Prince And I Chapter Four:
(Slave To The Royals ????)
???? LOTANNA ROYAL’S POV ????
As strange as it may sound, I find myself staring at this lady as she lay on my bed. Despite her bloodied form and disheveled hair, she still looks beautiful. My eyes travels to her leg and I gasp on seeing the wide gash of wound beneath her feet.
I carefully examine the wound, trying not to wake her as I lift her feet gently. The cut looks like a sword cut and from its shape.. This is a Royalie warrior’s sword.
What. Is. This? Why would she have a cut like this? She doesn’t look like a Royalie.. Unless.. Unless she is running from someone or something enough for this kind of wounds to be inflicted on her. Even her body is covered with cane marks and scratches from long grasses.
“Why is my leg on your hands” I almost jump out when I suddenly hear her voice, I immediately drop her leg.
I clear my throat. “Actually… I was wondering where you got that wound” I tell and she sighs as she sits up.
“I was running away from home and I got a sword stuck in my feet on my way”
That explains the scratches but why would she run away from home.. Is she some kind of rebellious child or something? “You are not a Royalie” I say stating the obvious, she nods.
“I am not and I have to leave here before night falls”
“And if you don’t?”
“I die”
I feel almost every ounce of hair on my body stand erect at her statement. What the actual fvck is this girl? Why the hell is she talking about death like she’s been wining and dining with it. “I still don’t get you, this is the second time you are talking about death, who is gonna kill you?”
She presses her lips together, her eyes roaming over me before she finally talks. “Your accent is different.. Different from that of we islanders”
“What? that’s not what I asked you? Who cares if my accent is different anyway”
The girl sighs and looks away from me. “If you know who I am, you will kill me too. Your people are after my life” she says. She springs up from the bed but groans as her legs hit the ground. “Can I lend a cloth from you? I need to go now and I don’t think I can journey in this rags”
I sigh and stand to open my closet. I grab one of my lond sleeved shirt and hand it to her. “Wait, what do you mean if I know who you are I’m gonna kill you… Do you even know me?”
“I don’t have to know you to know what you can do.. You are a Royalie after all” she spits out and I cuss inwardly. I raise my brow at her.
“And this Royalie let you take a nap in his room even after you practically broke into it.. At least I deserve to know your name”
“My name isn’t necessary anyways thank for your help Mister” she says making me scoff in unbelief.
“Did you… Did you just call me Mister? Do you even know who you are talking to? Heck, do you even know where you are at all?”
“The royal grounds I guess.. I’m not sure, I haven’t seen much of it. But I really have to go” she puts in my shirt which almost reach down to her knees covering her tattered clothing. She sure is short. She then picks an apple beside my bed and takes a bite.
“Ah… And thanks for the apple Mister” before I can say anything she has already jumped down through the window again. I gasp and rush over to it.. Looking down.
What! She is gone? Like that? With her bruised leg..
Oh shit. I instantly run to my clothes and grab the first pair of cloth I find. I put it in and slip on my flops before running out. There are no guards at the door thankfully.. I rush down the hallway outside.. I look around trying to remember the direction of the stables.
“My Prince do you need anything?” I jerk at the voice of a maid beside me.
“Uh.. Actually I need to go out for a ride but I think I’ve forgotten the way to the stables, and I can’t find Dubem” I say with a tight lipped smile.
“Ah… That is understandable My Prince, but I do not think leaving the royal grounds will be a wise decision now” she replies and I raise my brow with a questioning look.
“Why?”
“A prisoner is on the loose… And she is not in her right state of mind so she is of threat to anyone that comes her way” The maid says.
I gulp. A prisoner is on the loose.. She is not in her right state of mind. What if it is the girl? Did I.. Did I harbor a mentally deranged in my chambers? But she doesn’t look mentally deranged… She looks pretty much normal to me.
“My Prince are you okay?” The maid asks me and I cock my head.
“Can you… Can you describe this prisoner?” I ask her and she shakes her head.
“Not really My Prince, I haven’t set my eyes in her before” I scoff.
“I see… Thanks for your information, now get me to the stables” because every second I spend here draws that girl into whatever danger she is running from. She can’t run away from the Royalie like that especially when she is on their grounds.
What did she even do to become a prisoner?
“But My Prince….”
“Now!” I bellow and she bows scrambling forward immediately. I hit my head. What the heck is wrong with me.. Why do I feel like this. Why am I bothered about a girl I barely know? I do not even know her name.
I think I’m insane. Really really insane.
TO Be Continued
