The Untold

Chapter 13.

03h16 - Busan's Palace

I was in my room, staring at the ceiling in silence when I heard a knock on my door. 

My eyes wandered towards the pale painted piece of wood, my legs made their way towards the entrance where a maid stood, her eyes flickering terror as she eyed up at me and pronounced her message. 

You want to see me?

My lips softly pressed together as I reached for the luxurious doorknob, gold and perfectly polished, just as the whole hallway I'd stepped through to get to her room. 

And entering, the lights were out, but I instantly saw her figure, standing across incredibly grand compartment, painted in a soft brownish color. It was circular, with its bright marble floors and peach carpets, two silky transparent-white curtains covering the top to floor windows, leading to a balcony. 

They were opened, letting the soft night breeze escape and gracefully move the curtains, which danced freely inside the room, almost covering her tall form. She quietly appeared in between the suffering clothe, looking like a ghost in a dream, with her silk black robe. 

As I stepped further, I studied how motionless she was, how only her bright long hair waved on her back as she eyed the forest below the edge of the stone made veranda, not seeming to take notice of my presence.

I'm here. What do you want from me? 

My classic polished shoes clicked on the floor, as I slipped through the mirrored doors, gently shoving the curtains wildly dancing out of the way with my hand. The nightly cold air hit my skin harshly, making my hair wave and my eyes to squint as I approached her, in silence.

The familiar scent of vanilla and power, stroke me instantly. 

'I received your message' I simply mumbled, deciding to stay back. 

Her robe was so thin it glued to the side of her body, showing the outlined curve of her waist, to her hip, down to her long legs. Its sleeves merely survived the violent wind, uncontrollably moving.

It was so cold. 

'I'm sorry to disturb you so late' I heard her mutter, even though her voice was low and hoarser than usual. 

'I wasn't sleeping' I let out, slowly approaching her this time, even though I'd still compromised with staying a bit far. 

She didn't do much as move, standing in the exact same place, looking straight into the dark forest, as if looking for something that wasn't there. 

'I figured that' Her lips were pressed tight this time, and I couldn't help but to study her as she kept her face turned to the side. 

With the soft pallor of her skin, joined by the straight tracing of her nose, down to her lips and jaw, she appeared so innocent. With the waving of her messy curls, to the wild lock of hair gluing to her forehead by the wind and upon her now natural eyes, she resembled a wild young and beautiful female, ready to conquer the whole world.

Nothing like who she truly was.

'I wanted to thank you' She let out in a breath, her rose lips moving so slightly 'For tonight'

My tongue reached the piercing in the corner of my lips, playing with it. 

She looked so incredibly gorgeous. 

I tried to read her words, tried to understand the meaning behind her actions. 

But it was impossible. 

I was being manipulated. Because she looked so sad and hurt and raw, and, suddenly, I could almost believe her honesty through the bittersweet taste of her words, leaving through the luxurious trace of her mouth.