Forgive me readers.
Roxanne was scatterbrained for the rest of the day.It was like someone had forced alcohol down her throat and now she was drunk, except she wasn't. She was just surprised.So the cursed prince could be so emotional and touchy feely? How could he be a monster then?In a way, she knew that Ariel wouldn't allow just anyone touch him, he was a prince after all and coming into bodily contact with people would have been something he was never used to in the first place, but that would mean he had made an exception for her and hugged her especially, which was really strange.Strange enough that she refused to accept the fact. She had almost melted in his arms.Ugh!It was like coming into contact with the warm sun on a cold night, or dipping one's leg into a warm stream while out foraging. Ariel had been warm and his hair had smelt heavenly.His personality always made her believe that he would be a cold and unfeeling person, both on the inside and on the outside, but who knew his charact
Annabelle stared at the goon she had hired and she chuckled softly. An incredulous look had overcome her features and she didn't know if she was to cry or to sneer. "I'm sorry but I don't quite get what you're trying to say." The goon stared back at her with a hardened look on his face and he said one word. "No." Annabelle felt like screaming. What kind of answer was that supposed to be? "No?" "No. Look, I might be short on money but I'm not foolish enough to throw my life away." Annabelle sneered at that statement and turned away. What was the life of one thug worth anyways? She had taken great care to make sure that she didn't get any of those fat dirty thugs from the village. No, the one she had asked for especially was a young man. With a tall stature and brown curly hair. He looked rough at the edges, but that was the kind of person Roxanne would fancy the most. A man who looked like he needed tending to. In her opinion, all men were animals anyways, and Roxanne seeme
Annabelle stared at the goon she had hired and she chuckled softly. An incredulous look had overcome her features and she didn't know if she was to cry or to sneer. "I'm sorry but I don't quite get what you're trying to say." The goon stared back at her with a hardened look on his face and he said one word. "No." Annabelle felt like screaming. What kind of answer was that supposed to be? "No?" "No. Look, I might be short on money but I'm not foolish enough to throw my life away." Annabelle sneered at that statement and turned away. What was the life of one thug worth anyways? She had taken great care to make sure that she didn't get any of those fat dirty thugs from the village. No, the one she had asked for especially was a young man. With a tall stature and brown curly hair. He looked rough at the edges, but that was the kind of person Roxanne would fancy the most. A man who looked like he needed tending to. In her opinion, all men were animals anyways, and Roxanne seeme
"No?"Ariel nodded at Roxanne."No. I will not agree to you carrying anything we don't need.""How the hell do we not need clothes? Do you intend to sleep naked!"Roxanne immediately regretted the statement the moment she said it. Her mind pushed an image right in front of her and she felt her cheeks redden.What the hell was wrong with her? Wasn't it enough already?Her blushing only lasted for a moment before she regained her composure and stared at the man in front of her. He was making her feel like a fool. She had spent all night searching for clothes with the aid of a lamp! He couldn't be bothered to light any of the chandeliers and she hadn't expected him to. She had taken on the task of searching for clothes suitable for the both of them herself and she had even taken on the job of mending the tears on them.All because she wanted to feel good that she had done something for him too.Okay, getting some clothes for them was more out of necessity than anything else. Even if she
Ariel walked into the stable hand's salon and the minute he did, a deathly silence washed over the place. Everyone seemed to be frozen in their seats and only one man stepped out from his former position behind the counter. He gave a small bow and gestured for them to go outside. He received a small nod in return. Ariel followed the aged old man outside and he felt something boil in him at the way the man directed a kind smile at him. He was never scared of him. Instead he was always full of smiles and sympathetic looks. "Back for your horse Mi Lord?" Ariel nodded and tried not to sound gruff or rude as he spoke. "I'll need an extra one too. One that isn't too wild." The old white haired man was named Arnold and he felt surprised. He didn't hide his emotions and his surprise was clear on his face. Ariel sneered underneath his mask. "I'm not planning to eat any of them, and I'm in a hurry. I also need a saddle and harness. I'll pay for everything in full." The older man nodd
On that fateful day. The prince took a sip of his wine and he swirled the liquid in the cup feeling escatic. He was so intoxicated. He stood up, already feeling lightheaded. His words were slurred, unintelligible and barely making any sense. He stared at the lords who were present and erupted in sinister laughter. Taking a mere step and almost stumbling to the floor, his body felt weak and heavy, unable to even move. His guards immediately rushed to him and helped him back onto his throne. "Your Majesty, are you alright?" The prince's captain of the guard asked. He lifted the young prince into his arms and took powerful strides towards the prince's chambers. Once inside he gently laid him on the bed. Nigel had a concerned look on his face, he gently shook his head before he left the room. On the other side of the kingdom. That same night, the king had a nightmare, one that made him shake vigorously on his bed. His body was sweating profusely and his brows were creased into a
Roxanne walked along the long pathway and she smiled to herself. She glanced at her bundle of coins in her hand, the lingering thought of what to buy with them came seeping into her mind and she drew in a deep breath as she reached the market. She felt excited as she glanced at the people who were there, those who were buying and the ones who were selling. She walked steadily towards the man who was selling some vegetables and she greeted him curtly. "Good evening mister, I'd like to buy some cabbage and green sprouts" she said while smiling broadly. For the first time in a long time, she felt free, her heart churned at the slight thought of what she had experienced in her past village. Being the descendant of someone the whole kingdom knew as a traitor was not easy, sometimes she could barely get food to eat, even when she had the money to pay for it. That being said, her order should have been taken and delivered by now. "Please what's the matter?" She asked, concerned. The
Roxanne stared at him for a while. His aura was one that demanded respect, his icy blue eyes bored into hers but yet she couldn't see his face. He was wearing a mask. One that covered his face so completely that it looked like he had draped some essence of night and shadow around him. His inky black hair managed to cascade down his back in straight silken strands. His hands had gloves on them and he even wore black boots. Everything about him seemed dark. Roxanne found herself walking back, scared by just his presence. Behind that mask could be a scary face. The rumors she had heard made her know it was a face she wouldn't want to see. She turned to leave, telling herself that she had never met him, she didn't want to ever meet him. "Everything will be just fine. I just have to get out of here." Roxanne couldn't help the effect he had on her, it made her even more scared than she had anticipated. When she saw that no one was chasing her anymore, she decided to walk freely in the