Living in a Fairytale (Completed)

chapter 4

I woke up when I felt a presence looming over me. A tall man stood right beside the bed, looking at me with a soft gaze. His doe eyes seemed to have taken a grasp of everything that I know, everything that I am. His brows are slightly furrowed, as if he's in a deep thought. His pointed ears are free from any silver or chain. His lips formed into a small smile when he saw me waking up.

"Who are you?" I asked, my voice groggy from sleep. He walked towards the window and sat on a wooden chair, a hot steaming meal was on the table and the smell made my stomach rumble.

My cheeks flushed when he chuckled upon hearing the sound of my hunger. "Eat up. You've been asleep for four days." He said, a ghost of smile on his lips.

Four days? No wonder why my head is banging. I stood up and walked towards the table slowly. I concentrated on not falling down because it felt like every step was a step towards embarrassment. The man faced me with a smile and clasped both hands at the top of the table.

A bowl of spiced radish, a small serving of brown rice, and a platter of ravioli. I ate and completely forgotten that I have company. When I finished the appeasing meal, it was then that I took notice of the man sitting adjacent to me on the table. I wiped the smear off of my lips and decided to thank him. He shook his head lightly and leaned back on the chair.

"The Prince prepared all these. I shouldn't take credit." The thought of thanking the first Prince of El Malefico didn't seem appealing to me. The man must've noticed something in the uncomfortable silence, and he gave me a warm smile.

"My apologies, I should've introduced myself." He stood up and bowed, a hand on his back and another in front, a graceful courtesy. "I am Rhonin Hardison, your highness." The title spilled a vile poison on my stomach. I cleared my throat and tried to conceal my emotions. I frowned when realization fell upon me.

"Yes." He nodded when he saw the question drawn upon my face. " I was once Rhonin Isaac Bonavich. Does the Goodcuradora still speak of the tale?" I shook my head no but he already knew that I was lying, and for that he chuckled bitterly.

The tale of the infamous Rhonin Isaac Bonavich is well spoken with a trace of anger from the Goodcuradora. It is a conclave of the kingdom's most fearsome and prime healers and councillors. Curadora Guile always used the tale to teach my brothers and I the loyalty and honour we should offer upon our family. It was burdensome to listen to such tale.

I looked at the man standing right in front of me, my eyes narrowed in suspicion. His dark doe eyes are with traces of lines that suggested he laughs and smiles often, his kind smile and comely face, he aged handsomely. He was the one that spoke of the act that the Bonavich family of the south has done years and years ago. The tale of how witches began, that was what he mischievously whispered to the King's royal ears in exchange for a mortal's hand. The first Prince Rhonin Isaac Bonavich, the heir to his father's kingdom, the next in line in succession to El Malefico.

The man got so smitten for a human's love that he betrayed his entire family that lead to the execution of five elite witch clans. The reason why my father have sealed our kingdom to hide our family from the cruel King Acel that wanted our kind burnt, the witches and the children of the dawn. The reason why humans have grown into power and killed my family.

"You are not pleased, your highness." He spoke softly when he noticed the look that I was giving him.

I shake my head ever so slowly. "No I am. Pleased that it makes this so much easier for me to kill the person responsible for the ruination of my kingdom and the slaughter of my family."