PART 3
When I woke up next I heard mumbled, hushed tones around me. I opened my
eyes and sat up rubbing my aching neck carefully. I looked around and
saw a beautiful bedroom. I was in a king-sized bed which overflowed with
pillows of several shades of light and dark blue. Royal blue curtains
poured from atop the 4-eyed window to the left with a curtain being
daintily pulled away in the middle. The floor was wooden and a large
screen LCD television was to the right of the room. To the left there
was a cosmetics center and a closet (which was open and filled with
clothes). The final door was left closed however, but I suspected it to
be the bathroom.
I sat up in the bed rubbing my head, and trying to ease the pain, I was
no longer wearing my worn out soggy jeans from the night before, but
instead new black ones with an elegant purple top.
When did I change?
I knew for a fact that I hadn't woken up before now and just the thought
of someone else touching me much less seeing me naked made my skin
crawl. payal was asleep in my arms and for once, since I woke up I was
relieved. I brushed her hair from her face and kissed her cheek gently.
Just then the doorknob turned, my heart throbbed in my ears and my palms
got sweaty, my mind contemplated as to whether I should fake sleep or
face whatever horrors lay behind that door. I had barely enough time to
think when a person opened the door. It was a male, he had curly brown
hair and a well-built body, he looked at least two years older than me
and had familiar silver eyes, which were now staring at me. I remained
quiet as the gap between our bodies lessened with each step he took,
when he reached the end of the bed he looked down at me, remorse written
all over his face. He opened his mouth to say something when we both
heard heavy steps heading this way, his head shot toward the door and he
held up his hand. He mumbled a couple of words that I was unable to
comprehend but couldn't as my body then fell asleep.
"Good morning," A high voice cooed. My eyes darted open as a splash of
sudden sunlight filled the room. I covered my face as my eyes adjusted
to the brightness of the room. In my mind I tried to figure out where I
was and whether or not I was having a dream? I looked up and saw a
middle-aged woman staring at me intently, she was dressed in a maids
outfit and had her curly strawberry blonde hair in a neat bun. Her blue
eyes glared calmly at me filled with sorrow and sincerity.
I looked beside me and payal was sleeping like a (well dah of course!) Baby.
"Where am I?" I asked ignoring the woman's previous greeting.
Her face hardened and sadness overcame it, "I believe the prince should tell you that," she said faintly.
The prince? What prince?
Before I could ask her anything else someone burst through the door. I
looked toward the person, (holding payal closer to me in the process),
and saw those brown eyes I'd seen the first night, when I was in the
woods, before everything blocked out.
He looked at me but didn't acknowledge my presence, instead he looked at
the woman next to me, "Sarah, get her dressed," he then paused and
looked at me, "And the baby too."
Sarah nodded and he left on that note.
"Well, isn't it a warm welcome party," I mumbled, Sarah smiled at my
comment and then me. She later instructed me to take a shower, after
much discussion I did, bathing payal with me. We came out and were
immediately dressed. I refused on the clothes I was being dressed with,
i.e. a white dress that rested on my mid-thighs, there was silver
embedded on the neckline and at the edges of the entire thing. It was
strapless and formed a heart-like shape around my chest. A truly
beautiful dress but I didn't want to wear it.
I told this to Sarah and she responded saying that it was the 'prince' orders so it would be best if I co-operate.
"Who is this prince everyone's talking about so often, I want to meet him," I demanded.
"He came in earlier today," she mentioned, dressing Maria in a cute thin strapped dress.
"The guy with brown eyes?" I asked.
"Yes,"
She then handed me a pair of silver 3-inch heels. I looked at them considering.
"Please my dear," She pleaded, "His highness will be here any second."
I did what she asked and she let down my hair, allowing all the curls to
fall in my mid-back section delicately. Fifteen minutes passed when the
door finally opened. The 'prince' entered wearing a plaid shirt and
jeans pants. He looked at me, satisfaction in his eyes. He nodded to
Sarah and held out a hand for me, I looked at it disgusted and refused
it holding payal's instead.
"Where are we going?" I asked as soon as he closed the door, "And where am I? What do you want with me?"
to be continued...
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