“Your Majesty.” Mrs Peoni curtseyed before him as he walked into Isaac's room accompanied by his page and Dan. Isaac lay in the middle of his bed in a sheer cotton shirt, deep in slumber, and the duvet covered up to his waist. “How is he?” He asked worriedly, his eyes not shifting from his son. “He woke up four hours ago, around 11 pm. The doctors checked on him and his vitals were back to normal. He had a light meal and freshened up before falling asleep.” The king furthered into the room and sat on the empty side of the bed to give Isaac a better look. He ran his fingers over his son's head, and Isaac twitched a little. He had bags under his eyes, and his lips were pale. His father held his hand, which laid before his trunk, and leaned in to give him a kiss on his temple. He knew Isaac would definitely beat himself up due to the past events, but he didn't expect it to be to the extent that he'd fall unconscious. When he called that morning, Dan informed him that Isaac's heal
“I will consider stabbing you if you touch me.” He threatened, his voice low and menacing, and the king left his hand hovering in mid-air. “I don't wish to hear whatever you have to say, leave while I'm being nice.” The king dropped his arm with a sigh. “Arden_” “Leave.” “I was worried_” “Will you just fucking leave?!” He thundered, throwing his arm in the direction of the door. “How shameless can you get?” “I'm sorry.” Iaaac chuckled humorlessly. “Damn you make me sick.” “I had to protect you.” “You fucking killed people!” “It's all in the past_” “In the past? You're a stinking murderer. My father's a bloody murderer. It doesn't bother you but it bothers me.” His words dripped with venom. “I'm sorry, son. It's all my fault. You did nothing wrong.” “I never said otherwise, but look at me.” He pointed at himself, his anger and frustration boiling over. “I'm suffering thanks to you.” “Arden,” He stepped closer to him with pleading eyes but Isaac moved farther aw
“Your Majesty.” Ben bowed even though he's kneeling. Natalie faced him, then at Isaac, who went on his feet. The man had to be related to Isaac somehow. The physical trait was indisputable. But given his age, he wouldn't be Isaac's brother. Uncle? Or FATHER?! Natalie gasped quietly from shock and fear as she also sprang up to her feet. Isaac faced her, his head failing to tell him anything suitable to do in that awkward situation. He looked up again, wishing his father would just disappear, but contrary to that, he headed for the flight of stairs and began climbing down. Isaac stepped in front of Natalie, giving her hand a loving squeeze. “Bow and greet him when he's here, say nothing more afterwards.” She nodded, even though she didn't understand why he wanted her to say nothing. The king stopped before Ben, whose face was still floorwards, but his eyes were still on the woman behind his son. “Good morning, Your Highness.” She trembled as she bowed improperly. “Your Ma
Isaac tossed on the bed as his somnolence faded out, his eyes landing on Natalie's who crawled towards him as she noticed he's awake.She placed her palm on his forehead and was glad his temperature was warmer. “Does anywhere hurt?”They had rode back together after his stunt at the airport, but before they reached home, he started to fall out of sorts.His breathing was heavy, and he could hardly speak. The doctors were at the villa by the time they arrived, and they put him on oxygen and IV fluids, which helped to stabilise him and put him to sleep.He had kept her by his side throughout his treatment, and she remained with him even after he dozed off.That was partly because she wanted to, and partly because she had nowhere else to go. They shared a room all through her stay with him, and given his attitude at the airport, she didn't want to implicate herself further by leaving.She doubted his aides would even let her leave.Isaac kept staring at her with emotion-filled, tired eye
Isaac followed the hospital director through the eighth floor's blue and white halls, where an eerie chill hung in the air, an indistinct quietness prevailed, and a subtle hint of lavender struggled to emerge from the overpowering antiseptic scent.They stopped in front of a steel door, and the director used his ID to allow them access.The white room was padded and had only a single bed against the far wall, a cabinet at an angle, and a TV hung on the wall.Isaac's heart reached out to his brother, who was in a hospital gown, reclined on the wall with his face buried between his knees, which were pulled to his chest.“Why is he in this room?” Isaac asked the director.“He's been trying to harm himself to escape, his Majesty permitted us to bring him here.”Isaac faced his brother again, and he raised his head to look at the intruders.Vincent's baggy dejected eyes flashed with hope as he saw his brother. He jolted to leave the bed, but his hands were tied with a rope, which was fixed
Natalie observed with a mixture of fascination and skeptisicm, as Mrs Peoni sauntered the narrow aisle between two rows of lit candles, a pile of 5 books balanced on her head, and her cape not making any of the flames flick.She demonstrated that to prove to Natalie, who insisted it wasn't possible, that it was.It's the second day Isaac was away, and they expected his return that night. Mrs Peoni started her ‘training’ the day before saying it was an order from Isaac. But Isaac never mentioned that to her.The truth was, they hadn't even talked about their future together.They could have, on the day he left. But his response to her question was: now I wanna fuck you.The words hit her like a truck at full speed, which crashed into a bumload of butterflies sending them fluttering everywhere within her.Like the hot and bothered naughty ‘cat’ she was that morning, she submissively let him have his wicked way with her. The sex was good, but she wasn't satisfied, no. She still wanted hi
They say communication is the basis of a strong and healthy relationship. Natalie couldn't agree more with that than she did at that moment. Having never been in a committed relationship, she never knew what she'd want from a man to keep her ‘interested’ and feeling loved. At first, Isaac seemed like the ideal man. A ten over ten. Practically, he's a man a large percentage of girls would want. And she got him like a wrapped gift from the sky, effortlessly. But could the gift wrap be all she should take off to wholly appreciate him in all his essence? Or was there more beneath his dazzling persona? She's starting to see him as a beautiful enigma, one she couldn't unravel and didn't want to toss away. He had secrets, a lot of them. There were a lot of things he kept from her. And even though she tried to understand that maybe he's doing so for her sake, she couldn't help but be curious, could she? He's supposed to return the day before, which he didn't. And then he appeared
“T-that's the truth, I swear _” Isaac slapped him again, and he grabbed his cheek, his whole body shaking as he cried.“Please stop.” He begged.Isaac pulled his arm to hit him again when he noticed the scratches on his shoulder. He held his nape and bent his head to take a better look, and he could swear those were sex scratches.“You had sex last night.” He more of stated than questioned as he released his grip.Vincent stilled, his trembles ceasing abruptly. He raised his head slowly, and the eyes Isaac looked at him with were confused, shocked, and furious.Isaac faced the body on the floor, then back at his brother's red eyes. “Are you gay?!”Vincent shook his head vigorously, looking like a person about to be hung to death. “N-no, shit no. Believe me, please.”“Then will you fucking speak?!”“I told you the truth _”Isaac slapped him again, that time harder than the previous ones and Vincent collapsed on his side, his right cheek red and bruised.He quaked in tears, crying bitte