It begins with us.

Chapter Nine

Ava's POV

"Hello!"

My head snaps in the direction of the most bubbly voice I have ever heard, watching with wide eyes as the most beautiful woman I have ever seen sways into the room, her steps almost mimic skipping in a way as she moves towards me, taking a seat down on the bed while her warm smile greets me.

Ok?

I had woken up hours before, feeling as though I had a generous amount of sleep the night before, that my body was relaxed and ready to start the day. I couldn't believe I had a panic attack. Dr Samuel had visited me around six am, filling me in on what had happened and the sedative that he gave me to help relax me, instead of passing out. With everything that I had been thought it was completely normal to have that sort of reaction, I mean who wouldn't? I was at deaths door step, about to knock when I was brought back to the land of the living. Then waking up confused and disorientated, in an unfamiliar place while being told I had been here for six months!

Six months away from my family and friends, them thinking only God knows what. My mind and body couldn't handle it all at once and completely shut down.

"My name is Rivka, but you can call me Rebecca. It should be easier for you to say"

I blink as few times at the woman sitting a few inches from me and nod. I can say Rivka, but I get why a lot of people use western names so that others don't try and butcher the pronunciation of them.

"Rivka, it's nice to meet you. I'm Ava"

I wanted to use my title, Private Second Class Ava Johnson of the US Army. But I honestly had no idea where I was or who's house I was recovering in. They obviously knew I was a Soldier in the American Army, but that's all of the information I was yet to gather. I still hadn't seen this King yet, so I was completely in the dark about everything till Dr Samuel and I spoke with him. How ridiculous is that?! He gets them to call him King?! How high does his ego have to be?

"Ava, such a beautiful name!"

I blushed at her compliment, smiling up at the woman before my eyes scanned her face. She was absolutely stunning, reminding me of a young Monica Bellucci. Except her sea green eyes suited her better than Monica's brown. She had a shapely figure which was hidden beneath tight fitted jeans and a lose white silk blouse. Her hair had, by the looks of it a natural wave to it, making the long brown strands sit steady around her shoulders. She had thick eyebrow which suited her face to a T, with long dark lashes that would sit comfortably on her cheeks when they were closed.

Fuck! Am I check her out?! What the hell is wrong with me!

Quick averted my eyes and cleared my throat, but by the looks of it she hadn't really noticed me staring at her.

"I heard about last night. Panic attacks can be quite cruel when they happen, having no control of your own body isn't a pleasant feeling. But you seem to be doing a lot better today"

I tilt me head to the side, my eye's drifting back to her as the smile on her face doesn't waver once.

"You know?"

I whisper as she nods with understanding.

"I have suffered from them since I was a little girl. My brother always helped me through it though, and he did the same for you last night."

I wrinkling my nose at her statement, wondering what on earth she was talking about, because it was only I and Dr Samuel here when I began to have the attack.

"Is Dr Samuel your brother?"

I ask while her eye's widen with surprise, a loud burst of laughter rings around me as I jolt back in shock. Her shoulders are trembling while she shakes her head no.