Dinzel

13// Falsely accused

Marian
I knew he wanted to send me some clothes. I knew he put them there, and I didn't bother arguing with the two maids that came to take them away.

He couldn't be any less disgusting.

Even though he had apologized, I couldn't forgive him for what he did.

The day was dry. That morning I had waited for the prince to go do his work out before I went to clean up his room.

The princess had a friend over so I gladly cleaned her room in silence.

That afternoon, I had work to finish up at the garden. The flowers were beautiful.

The new seedlings I had to plant also seemed ready to blossom.

I knelt on the soil. My black maid's uniform already dirty as I worked on the plants.

"They're pretty," a deep familiar voice followed the shadow coming up behind me.

I looked back. It was the prince. He wore a plain black t-shirt and a pair black joggers. His hands were in his pocket as his hair was slightly being blown by the hot breeze.

I quickly got tired of his face and continued with the flowers.

He squatted beside me and I refused to look at him.

"Hey," I could feel his eyes on me.

Nope.

I grabbed the gardening box and got up to leave, quickly.

He swiftly got up and grabbed my wrist, holding me in place. I was shocked by his actions, considering the last time he touched me I gave him a hard slap. But the look in his eyes clearly showed that he wasn't scared of that.

The warmth in my chest increased as he wrapped his huge hand around my wrist, leaving no possible way for it to breathe.

I wanted to struggle but there was really no point.

What's up with him and grabbing my hand all the time.

I looked at the hand he had used to hold mine. His veins were bulging out evidently, and his hand much larger than mine.

There was something on his wrist.

A black bracelet, I guess. It was firm around his wrist with a white skull charm right in the middle and some other charms I really didnt care to see.

"Stay," he said softly, still holding me. His voice drawing me out of my thoughts. I looked at him.

His lips closed slowly and his eyes bore into mine. I never noticed the bright crystals in his eyes. They were colourful. How could such a mannerless being have such beautiful features.

Carefully, his hand -free hand-reached out to touch my face, making me realize I was staring.. for too long.

"I have to go your highness," I almost whispered, avoiding his hand.

I seized the opportunity to slide my hand out of his and pick up the box I didn't remember dropping.

"Where are you going?" I didn't care to place his voice. "Just stay here a bit longer," he said and I stopped.

"I have to set the table for you and the princess."

"I don't mind and I'm sure Rachel won't either. You can stay a bit longer. Besides, I have something to say."

I turned to face him but looked at the ground, waiting for him to speak.

Let's hear it.

"Well," he took a hand out of his pocket and rubbed the back of his neck, "I'm sorry. I know I said it before but I really mean it. I regret what I did."