A Whisper

Chapter 7

I look around the room to find another quite attractive boy and a gorgeous middle age women. She spoke with the same sweet, gentle voice I heard a minute ago during unconsciousness "oh darling, mason carried you inside. Are you lost?" I blush and whisper "I have never felt more found." With my hand still in his, he guides me to stand up. His half smile encourages me to fight for life. I thought I was dying, but I have never felt more alive. He guides me to a kitchen, and I sit on a chair next to the back door. He brings me tea and wraps me up in a warm blanket. "Thank you, Mason, right?" I ask. He smiles his heart melting half smile. "Yes, what might be your name?" I blush and take a sip of my tea. "Serenity." He takes my hand and says "serenity means peaceful. I love your name. This is Edmund, but you can call him Ed." He gestures to the other attractive boy with the deep voice. Ed looks my way and smiles, "you looked pretty rough out there, Serenity. I'm glad Mason caught you." I looked back to Mason and say, "I'm glad you caught me too." The woman with the gentle voice came from the living room and walked into the kitchen. Her smile made me heart rate go down. She spoke with her comforting voice, "Hello serenity, I am Arabella. I'm Mason's mother." My mind is running a million miles an hour again. Arabella, that name sounds so familiar. Of course, this beautiful woman was on headlines everywhere about 35 years ago. I remember my father mentioning an Arabella. The royal family adopted her when she was only five years old. She is King Phillip's adopted sister. She lives in the palace until she met her beloved husband when she was nineteen and had a baby boy when she was twenty, Mason. Mason is a prince; he is my prince. He tightens his grip on my hand, which calms me down. "Oh, why hello Prince Mason." After I said that he blushed and adorably half smiled yet again. "You don't have to call me that, I'm not royal by blood." I take another sip of tea and say, "Well it has a nice ring to it. Does it bother you?" He looked into my eyes, and yet again I drowned in his deep blue eyes. "No, you can call me whatever you wish." It was still dark, and I look around to find that the time was two in the morning. "I am truly grateful for you being so friendly and letting me into your home." Prince Mason looks to me and says, "What were you doing it in the woods? You looked like you were running away from someone." I looked to the ground and drank more of my tea. "I was lost and scared. I feel much better now." That is an understatement. I was running in hope that the result would be to finally be lost; I mean I had already lost my mind. As for scared, I was terrified as the memories of him and my childhood haunted the inner parts of my soul. Right now I feel as if heaven gave me this angel to whom I will now give my unending love to. Prince Mason, I am already in love with you. 

            "Serenity, do you need anything?" my prince asks with his soothing voice. "Mason, I'll be okay. You need sleep." I reply. Ed nods in agreement and walks out of the room. Arabella kisses my forehead and gives me a pillow then follows Ed. Mason, with my hand still in his, says "Sweetheart, you still look pretty rough. Would you like to talk?" Mason I love you, I love you, I love you my mind repeats over and over. He is no stranger holding my hand, because he was the man in my mind that kept me breathing. He once was a mere thought in my head. Mason is in my grasp for the first time. I am finally able to touch him, see him, and talk to him. I have never felt more blessed. Reality is far from my thoughts, because he has become my reality. "I want to get to know you. Tell me about yourself." I demand. "Well, I was born here in England nineteen years ago. Edmund is the closest thing I have to a brother. My father died four years ago. He was a good man. My mother was obviously adopted into the royal family. I rarely see that part of my family, only on holidays. I am a lumber jack to help support my mum and I. Tell me about yourself." His eyes fixed on mine and his hand supporting his chin as he waited for an answer. "Shall I start with the deep stuff or start off with the boring on the surface kind of stuff?" I ask. He smiles and replies "both, but start with on the surface stuff." I laugh, "Okay, well yes my hair is naturally red. I live with both of my parents. I've lived in England my whole nineteen years of life. My father works non-stop. My mother stays home with me. I've been home schooled for most of my life. My favourite colour is blue, but more like ocean blue. Is that enough on the surface information?" He smiles "what is your dream job?" Oh, Mason besides the fact that I'm dying, "I want to be an author." Therefore, my words will be remembered when I pass, which doesn't seem that far from now. Also because of the fact that, I can't go outside in the sun. "Are you any good?" He jokingly asks. "I mean can I really have an opinion on my own work?" He smiles his half smile, "Tell me something deep, write for me." Okay, this will be simple, "My Prince the sun sets in your presence as heaven opens up. The trumpet sounds, you are home. My fallen angel, so lost, you are home." In awe and probably having no idea of the context he starred at me. He is mine, my own fallen angel. How am I supposed to tell him that he kept me breathing? "You are lovely, Serenity." Mason, for with you I am home. "Thank you, I know you must think that I am babbling." He hugs me. I am home, only in his arms. As he releases he kisses my forehead, "I know you're sleepy." I giggle "goodnight Prince Mason." He laughs, "If you call me Prince then I can call you princess. Goodnight Princess Serenity."