Two weeks since the big break up, two weeks full of work. Jason was scared of William and never came talking to me after he threatened him, I didn't even see his face once or heard anything from him. I'm not even interested in knowing anything about him anyways. Strange isn't it? How fast someone's feelings can change and then there's nothing you can do but accept it. One week we were happily together and the other he cheated on me, did he even love me? It's in the past now, I moved on and I'm happily living my life now.
William helped me a lot during that time, brought me chocolate cake every day and took me on a tour on more private, exclusive for the royal family only, places in the castle and let me tell you they're breathtaking.
He took me to the jewelry room, where they keep the queen's crowns, necklaces, bracelets and rings. The girl who's going to marry the prince is surely a lucky one. The family heirlooms filled two entire rooms, guarded by all kind of security, guards, cameras and traps. It was impossible to enter it alone or without being seen. This place was heaven for every girl. I got my eyes on a pair of simple golden earrings with a small red stone on it, it reminded me of the necklace I was wearing and the pin my mother gave me as a token from home. His highness insisted I take it but I refused, I cannot take it from him like that.
He even got a small room of pictures he took himself, they filled the walls and on stings handing from a wall to another. I wonder from where he got all this inspiration when he spent all his time inside this castle. I noticed one particular image because a picture of me back at the training center, "why is there a picture of me here, you creep?"
"You looked so cute with all that sweat dripping from you after an hour of running," What a great way to be remembered. "Don't get mad but there's more here in the back." I went to take a look at it and at least hundred pictures of me. I had an everyday photo shoot without knowing it. I let it pass without questioning since it wasn't that big deal and I looked good in most of them.
I had this huge painting kit that William got me as a gift to take my head off things and because I love drawing and it has been a while since I last drew anything. Several empty white canvases waiting to be painted with my most beautiful creation, the entire wheel of colors even the ones that I could never imagine existed, paintbrushes from all sizes and shapes. I was so thankful for the effort he did and how thoughtful of him for bringing me this gift.
When we didn't have so much work to do during the day, he would usually tell me to stay in my room or wander around and at night we would sneak to the music room and play the piano. It felt good having a partner as good as me and who played the same style and taste in music. We spent hours performing our little shows as if we were two toddlers at a sleepover, he even promised me to teach me the violin. He's not a professional player but he know the basics, he always liked the piano more.
"Will you teach me the violin please?" I asked him giving him my big puppy eyes that no one could ever resist.
"Now?" I nodded "I mean we have nothing so why not." He gave me the instrument and taught me its different parts and the basics. "Play me this small symphony to see how you would do." Once I started moving the bow on the cords I wished the cats outside would sing instead. "I didn't expect you to do well on your first time so don't worry," he stood behind me. "Here let me help you hold it right first, no need to grip it tight, relax your hand." Remember when he taught me how to throw knives a few months ago back at the training center well we were in the same position again but it felt more intimate this time, I finally know the real him and I got closer to William during my stay here. "You're doing well fine here, let's practice the open notes and then we'll go to more complicated ones. Shall we?" His breath hit the side of my face and I tilted my head to get more heat on my neck.
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