Forced into Fantasy

Chapter 14 - Hidden

Ivy;

I found it too difficult to sleep last night, tossing and turning for fear of what would happen to me in this strange place if I did indeed fall asleep.

I was given food as promised, and a place to bathe, not to mention fresh clothing to wear and a comfortable place to sleep. But I had no idea of what these strangers wanted from me.

I tried to sleep, I really did...

But unfortunately, sleep was the last thing on my mind at a time like this.

When the morning finally came I was still tired and eager to find out more about this supposed prophecy I had been told about last night.

Was I really this 'creator' they were speaking so highly of and if so, what did it mean for me? Who were these people? I completely forgot to ask and I feel so stupid for not doing it earlier on.

I'm now wearing a long white dress which reaches down to the ground, it's actually quite lovely. Very floral and pure.

With thin lacy straps wrapping over each of my shoulders, the dress is sleeveless and made of a material that reminds me of cotton.

Lace covers it from top to bottom in a beautiful twirling design.

I wish they made dresses like this back home, I would have an entire wardrobe full of them!

My long golden hair was brushed for so long I thought it may actually fall out, but the young women looking after me had insisted they dress me and brush my hair?

I don't know, it's a little weird; if I'm being honest I feel as though they're treating me like a princess and I'm a little uncomfortable with all of the special treatment that I'm receiving.

I'm not this 'Moon Princess' and I don't want to let anybody down when they eventually come to realise it.

As I stand patiently waiting for the chance to leave the small hut I have been staying in since my arrival, I hear someone at the doorway and turn to see him standing there, hooded as he was last night but this time he's come alone.

My brows furrow in confusion.

It's the man I assume to be their leader, the one who was seated at the centre of the table when we first met.

He still wears the large medallion around his neck but I can now see that he wears white clothing beneath his robe.

As it is now morning, the sunlight makes his silver eyes almost appear to shimmer as he meets my gaze, then bowing his head slightly as he greets me.

"Good morning Ivy. I trust you slept well."

His voice is still as deep and sexy as I remember it to be and I swallow nervously before replying.

"Actually, I didn't get much sleep." I admit sheepishly.

"That's unfortunate, but I can understand given your circumstances."

He smiles as he steps into the hut and reaches up, grasping at the material of his hood and pulling it down to reveal his facial features to me at last.

"This must all be a little frightening for you."

The air is sucked from my lungs as I stare in complete awe at the handsome features he apparently possesses. And to think they were hidden all this time from my view, what a waste!

My eyes are wide as is my mouth ajar, but I couldn't think to close them or even formulate a single word right now.

I am literally shocked at just how friggin hot he is!