Lost In His Kingdom

6. Saved

The first thing I saw after waking up is that it was morning and I was in a comfortable bed.

The second thing that came into my mind is that I am not supposed to be in a comfortable bed. I shot up and found myself in a bedroom. Too big and too luxurious for my liking.

My head hurt and the memories of last night came back. At least I think it's last night.

I was confused that I was alive and frightened to be in this kind of room. This looks like royalty. Not for a mere slave. Panicked, I tried to leave the bed and came to realize that my clothes are gone and I am wearing a shirt and shorts. Both are too big for me.

What's happening? I could get killed for this. My breath got caught and my head started to feel dizzy. I tried to find my clothes but failed. I tried to leave but I don't know if I am supposed to. What if I get punished for that?

Then I heard footsteps and my first instinct was to hide. I dashed and hid behind a curtain. It was too big and too heavy that I was certain no one would see me.

When the door opened the two men from last night and another woman came into view. One of the men was The King.

Fuck. Right. He was THE KING.

What have I done? They will kill me if they find a mere slave sleeping in one of the room.

The three of them looked confused to find an empty bed. Were they looking for me? What if they find me?

I was certain that the curtain could hide me from human eyes. But that was it. They weren't human. Werewolf had a strong smell. And before this thought could come in my mind, all of the three pairs of eyes looked straight at me.

The panic was too much. The king started to come directly in my direction and I froze. He opened the curtain, exposing me to his eyes and all I could do was stay still.

The intensity of his eyes was too much. His blue eyes turned red for a second and I realized I was staring at him. I instantly lower my gaze.

"What are you doing here?" the king asked.

His voice was rough but felt like velvet on my skin. What? Velvet? What's wrong with me?

"Answer me" he demanded. I flinched this time. Coming back to my senses I started shaking.

"You..Your majesty, I don't know how I came into this room. I apologize. I just woke up. I swear I don't know." I replied. Fear evident in my voice.

"I meant why are you behind the curtain." He asked again.

"I.....i don't know, Sir. However I swear I don't know how I came into this room" I said.

He looked at me for a long time then. My gaze low, hands fisted in an attempt to control myself. His power was too much. Staying up on my feet felt like a painful task.

"I put you in this room." He said finally.
My eyes shot up to meet his. Him? The king? I didn't know what to say. Was this really happening?

"Ohh.." that was all I could muster.

"Is she ok?" came another man's voice. And I remember there are other people in the room. The king's body was so big that it hid me well from them.

"Come along" the king said and turned his back. He went and stood in front of the bed. I too left my hiding spot and stood beside them.

"Get in" he commanded.

In the bed? Me? Are they playing with me?

The king was going impatient. He looked at my dumbfounded face. I was taking too long to respond.