3 - Hard Place

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Camilla

"W-w-who a-are you?", I croaked, stuttering. He let me face him. I swore I looked like a tomato right now. I can feel my cheeks burning in fear, embarrassment and shock of the situation I am in.

He was still cradling me, his hands in my waist. I felt him squeeze both of them. I stiffened a lot more, became redder as each second pass by. My pulse was twice faster than my normal ones, my heart a loud drum in my ears. I bet my life he can hear it too, because he smirked.

He felt my fear, and maybe he scented it too. He closed his eyes like someone savoring a tasty meal. And when he opened his eyes again, there was a new, unnamed emotion in them. I'm afraid I'm too naive to have knowledge of such feeling.

"Well, I should be the one asking you that, little woman. What's your name? Candy, perhaps?", he asked, and I was confused. Huh? Candy? I don't know what he's talking about.

Again, I noticed he was still holding me tighter now. I squirmed against him, his touch creating goosebumps in my body. 

I have never let anyone, especially a man, get this close to me ever. Even in dances, cuz I'm not a people-person.

Introverted, yes.

He let me go finally but his eyes never left me. He roamed my body, from top to bottom. He took notice of the uniform I'm wearing. My chest area is about to explode, I subconsciously complained in my head.

And then I saw it. His sight trained in on my heavy bossom. He gulped, his Adam's apple moving, like a man in search of an oasis in the vast dessert.

And did I mention he is out-of-this-world handsome? Gorgeous, even.

Heavenly.

Though that was all in my brain cuz I still fear him. Then it dawned on me why I feared him.

He must be the owner of this chamber! How stupid of me to not realize it sooner.

I immediately knelt down and bowed my head.

" F-forgive my ignorance, your Majesty! Please s-spare my life. I am new in the palace a-and I didn't know you'll be home soon", I stammered, though a little composed now.

I didn't look up, eyes still on the carpeted floor. I'm still afraid he might hurt me. I heard royals are like that without basis. I was silently praying he would show me some mercy.

I was kneeling, unmoving, when he spoke something my slow brain cannot process.

"Heads up, little woman. Look at me. And open your mouth. Wide." He said so nonchalantly, extreme authority laced in his voice I've never heard from anyone else before. Only now, from whoever this royal is.

Ugh. I still don't know him yet. I want to ask him but I don't think that's a good idea as of the moment. He's a prince, maybe. Yes! He's young, still a boy going through adulthood.

I was appalled, more scared than I've ever been, the hairs on my body still standing on ends.

I looked up, sought his eyes and opened my mouth, to ask him why. I didn't know what had gotten into me, but I voiced out my confusion.

"I-I know I d-don't have the right to answer y-you, your Majesty. But may I ask w-why?", I asked as meekly as possible. Prince's like him are brats, they say. So I don't want to anger him more.

He stared down at me, breathing hard, ears reddening. From the bright lights ahead I can see his ears reacting that way, like he's controlling some intense emotion he doesn't want any commoner to see.

" Did I tell you to speak, woman? Did I? I don't like repeating myself. I can get rough if I want too. So, do not fvcking test me. Open your fvking mouth. Fvcking wide!", he roared.

I flinched hard, my soul felt like it soared to the palace's roof hearing him curse. I gotta do what I gotta do to live. I still want to have children, if not a husband.

Once again looking up at him, squarely in his intense eyes, mine shining with tears, I opened my mouth.

He walked towards me, stood close enough for me to see an eggplant-like  structure behind his denim jeans.

I'm naive, yes. But holy mother of all holy, not a hermit.

He began to open his zipper, that sound fast becoming my death.

Or unconsciousness.

Good.
I'm about to faint, my last thought before I passed out.

Just good.

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