I sat on the edge of a huge bed. Red silk sheets, red comforter, folded neatly on top of the red pillows. The head board had intricate designs and a strange unknown language to me. The rest of the room had a dark, red like glow. The lighting was dimmed, and I noticed a set of two doors. The closet, and a door near his bed, the bathroom.
I was rigid, alert, wary. Truth be told, I was scared. I didn't want him to kill me. Or worse....
Rape me.
I mentally cursed, at how I might have secretly let him. I slapped my cheeks, and sat there with my hands balled into fists on my knees. I was on alert, rigid, wary. I was on alert. I was on alert.
The door slammed open. I let out a high-pitched scream. The prince raised an eyebrow at me. I kept my hands over my mouth. He rolled his eyes, closed the door with a swift kick, and waltzed over to the small table. He took a long drink from the wine bottle that he had brought up from the Dining Room.
He must have somehow gotten rid of my parents after walking out of the Dining Room and pulling me along at his side, then pushing me into his room and then walking back to the Dining Room.
I noticed he was still drinking. What is he an alcoholic?
He put the bottle down and looked at me. "What?"
"Nothing..." I said looking away. I heard the bottle clink down on the table again. Meaning he took another swig.
Possibly an alcoholic....
I thought to myself, then I looked up in time to see him hovering over me. I gulped and started to back away, and he followed after me, crawling after me like a cat after it's prey. He kicked off his boots, and picked up my own leg, moving his hand up to my knee and then onto my thigh.
I screamed again and started kicking him, only hitting him in the chest. He groaned and rolled onto his back.
"What the hell?!" He barked angrily. I started to panic.
"Oh my gosh! Your highness! I'm so sorry!"
He shook his head and sat up, "Don't call me that."
"Prince?"
He gave me a look, similar to my father's whenever he'd think I'd ask a stupid question. But I always believed my questions had a right to be asked.
"Then...what do I call you?" I asked warily.
He stared at me for awhile.
"Adam...?" I asked.
"Yes?" He asked.
"Oh..."
For awhile there was a moment where we stared at each other and he leaned forward towards me. I froze up my eyes wide and my face blank.
"What do you think we're going to do tonight."
I was silent to that answer.
"We're not going to have sex. Are you stupid?"
"Do I answer that?"
"No. I haven't killed you, right?"
I nod my head 'yes.'
"I figured it would be too tiresome to make up some sort of a law as to why you're going to be killed. So it's easier this way."
"What to marry me and–"
"Terrorize your nights." He said flopping down onto the bed and looking up at me. God I hated that little grin he had on his face. That glimmer of achievement in his eyes. I wanted to smash his face in and at the same time kiss him...perhaps?
In the next second, he kicked me unceremoniously off the bed, I landed with a thud onto the floor. Almost three feet above me, he was grinning and looking quite comfortable.
"Good night." He said in a taunting voice.
"At least give your new wife a pillow!" I snapped, putting a special annoying emphasis on the 'wife' portion. He obliged by sending a pillow down onto my face.
"Thank you!" I said, and scrunched up on the cold marble floor.
I was then awoken quite rudely, by a complete stranger. And we exchanged our "good mornings."
"Rise and shine~" I heard the voice and the curtains being pulled open and shining onto my face. I looked up at the villain and started screaming, trying to cover myself up with the comforter.
He took a step back and winced, my scream was high pitched, I wouldn't blame him.
"Who are you?" I asked, nervously. What if this was my executioner. And Adam was just going to kill me secretly and drop me off in an unmarked grave.
"Adam's personal assistant."
"You mean servant?"
"No, that would be you." He grinned brightly at me when he said this. I narrowed my eyes at him.
"I thought he wanted me to marry him."
"Marry yes, but you'll act as his servant."
I thought for awhile, staring at him as he stared back at me. I ruffled up my hair a bit and sighed, "Meh, better than having to give him children."
He let out a loud booming laugh, and I jumped back a bit, and then his face went back to being emotionless.
"Your parents came in the morning and left you a bag of clothes." He said.
"Clothes?"
"You'll be living here, starting from today."
"Woah, woah, what?!"
This was happening too fast for me. I sat there in the bed, looking straight ahead at the closet doors.
"Did he put me in the bed?" I asked, I was in deed in his bed. I felt around at where he had probably been sleeping. What a cutie, he did have a soft spot. He did care for me. Maybe he did lo-
"No, I did. When he left to work, I put you in bed. Thought it would be more comfortable to wake up in."
"Oh..." I nodded my head slowly. That evil little vermin. How dare he! I'll poison his coffee! Wait...Bad idea.
The man tossed the bag onto the bed where I still was, "Here, your clothes. You should get dressed. You'll be having brunch with Adam."
I nodded, getting out of bed and feeling a shiver go through my body the moment my feet touched the marble floors.
"Oh! Wait!" The man stopped and turned to me from the door.
"What's your name?"
"Well, Jennifer, my name is Matthew. It's nice to meet you." He gave a small bow with his head and then closed the door behind him, giving me complete privacy.
Ah...I must be in heaven.
I thought as I relaxed in the huge bathtub that was conjoined to Adam's room. I didn't understand why he never used this bathroom. Well it could have been because there was only a bathtub. I didn't care, the temperature of the water was perfect, the bubbles were perfect, covering the surface of the water and me as well, all the while giving off the scent of lilacs.
But thus my dream is ruined horribly...
A loud bang is heard, a crash, and then another bang. Of the bathroom door banging open and a younger version of Adam steps in.
"You got rid of the wrinkles!" I stated stupidly.
"No moron!" The boy snapped, "I'm the one you should be worried about right now. Evan. His younger brother. Sixteen."
My eyes got wide and I seemed to have just started sinking deeper into the bubbles. Trying to make myself seem as small as possible and have everything below my neck invisible.
"Look toots, I've seen it all." He said stepping into the bathroom. When I really got a good look at him he was pretty handsome. Tall, not as tall as Adam, dark brown hair, a little wavy, and deep...green eyes? No, they were a warm brown that had a little glint of wildness within them. To draw you in...and capture you within the mystery.
Great now I'm a pedophile.
I sunk in a little lower when he got up right next to the tub, now only my nose and eyes were visible. I was holding my breath.
"I have to warn you. Just because you think you'll become Cinderella or something after "Prince Charming" picks you up from the ashes or whatever filth you came out of don't forget every one's eyes will be on you. And I'll bring down whatever thing you two guys have together."
I swallowed, or tried to.
"Enjoy your bath." He said chuckling and looking down into the depths of the bath before letting his fingers glide in to the water and flick some of it into my face.
I blinked and dove into the water deeper, then I jumped out sending water and suds spilling out from either sides and me standing there in the tub dripping wet.
"I'll have you know! I didn't come from any filth or ashes! I came from laundry detergent!" I snapped to no one in particular. I looked around and noticed he had disappeared and I could hear the door close with a slam, the same way Evan entered.
I sighed putting a foot outside of the tub and then almost getting the other out before slipping and falling...again.
Thus it was 11. I was hungry, and no Prince had come for brunch. Boy was I feeling like Cinderella stood up for the prom.
Where did that come from?
Thus I sat there sitting in a pale blue cardigan over a darker blue tunic with black leggings and ballet flats. If I should say so I looked pretty cute. Not that I was dressing up for him or anything.
The door slammed open, bouncing off the wall, I figured if there was a door stop, it was destroyed ages ago.
He walked in–my charming Prince. Disheveled hair, loosened tie, and un-tucked dress shirt, and yet he still looked...Charming.
I sat there glaring from the edge of his bed.
"What? You too?" He snapped angrily at me. I recoiled in fear and looked away.
I could hear him mutter something, for a faint moment my heart skipped a little maybe he was softening up?
"Stupid women."
Nope. I heard what he said and still kept my ground, fearful that he would come after me with a chain saw. I gulped and looked up.
"I'm hungry." I stated bluntly.
"So?"
"Brunch?"
"It was delicious."
"W-What?!" I asked sounding a bit delirious.
"You weren't there. So I figured eating with a bunch of old men is more fun."
"Seriously?"
"No. I was hungry after the business meeting. They offered me to sit and eat with them. It's food. How could I resist?"
I frowned.
He stared at me for awhile.
I just frowned more, staring at him with my sadness bearing eyes and my jutting, quivering lip.
"Go down to the kitchen, they'll make you something."
I stared at him for awhile.
"Well? Hurry up before all the leftovers are gone."
I continued to stare.
"We had beef tenderloin."
I stood up and marched out of the room, arms crossed, and looking angry. Trying to make it seem like it really meant something.
"So who are you anyways?"
"Uhm...I'm here for the Prince."
"Oh! So you're one of them, aye?"
"One of whom?" I asked, chomping down into my sandwich un-lady like and addressing the cook in front of me. She was the head cook ten years older than me at least and was taking a break as the other works bustled around, busily.
"One of the sluts he keeps an arm around all night partying."
I narrowed my eyes having difficulty imagining Adam or Evan like that. Maybe there was a third cutie? Who was hopefully older than her...
I swallowed and smiled nervously. "Yeah, some thing like that."
"You look mighty decent for one though. Wonder what's gotten into him."
I mentally scowl, but happy to have food I ignored that comment and chewed away happily.
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