Stolen Princess

6. Ireland

"Thank you", Nicholas says, looking at me sincerely.

December 22nd

"Nicholas."

"What is it? I'm knackered.", he responds, stretching his arms. He does look relatively tired, his under-eyes were red, looks like he barely slept too, and his wavy hair, once so perfectly done, is now messy. Yet, even then it still doesn't look so bad. There is frankly no justification for me asking this, and he has no motive to help, especially after all I positioned him through.

"I need you to bring me to Ireland."

"Can't get enough of me already, darling?", Nicholas responds, confidently. He reaches in his pocket, fetching a cigarette, and lighter.

"Please."

"Even if I do agree. With what, kind of transportation? If you don't recall, you frightened my horse.", he says, the smoke escaping his mouth gracefully.

"You're right."

My gaze softens. He has no reason to help me.

"Apologies, darling. That was rude of me. I'll gather some sort of transport.", Nicholas says, with a sigh. A squeal falls from my lips, leaping into his arms, as his hands wrap around my waist. "Thank you!"

Nicholas and I wander about until we reach a lake, and abruptly we stop. "Why are we ceasing?", I ask.

"I haven't taken a shower.", Nicholas says, as he takes off his shirt, disclosing his abs. He reaches for his belt and then perks up at me, with a smirk.

"Aren't you going to turn around?"

Really?! That's embarrassing. Hopefully, he can't witness how flustered I am.

My body turns around. Loud splash of water. Pivoting towards him, my fingers unfasten my dress, disclosing my black lace undergarments, and corset. But as they try to undo the corset, i becomes stuck. Great, now I look like a crumpet {whore}!

"Just get in.", he says. Oh. My legs amble towards the lake. Splash.

"May I?", Nicholas asks me, as his hand strokes my back. I nod. He loosens the lace, unties the bow, and pulls out at the strings, causing a loud exhale to flow from my mouth, as the corset declines in the water, uncovering just my black bra. I float in the water, pulling my hair back, and washing the remainder of my body.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes."

My legs pursue after him, to uncover a carriage, lingering for us. I get in, and we continue to our destination.

Silence

"Are you proceeding to be silent the entire car ride, out?", Nichols questions me, with an annoyed expression. How rude! "Excuse me."

"I'm bored, is all.", he responds, with a tired expression on his face. "I didn't know, I was your amusement. What tis' you want to talk about?"

"Anything.", Nicholas responds, with a groan, as his head tilts back.

"I had a sister."

"Had?", he asks, confused.

"She perished. From a wound—"

A sign escapes from my lips. "—And I didn't exactly know she took off, nor did we have a burial for her."

"I'm sorry."

"Why, it's not your fault?"

"Perhaps, you should investigate it, discover how she died. Learn what transpired. It might do you, rectitude....", Nicholas says. "..... I mean —-I could assist."

......

"Now, why would you aid me?"

I hope you liked this chapter. This is the last chapter, I'm writing for today, but I hope you like how their relationship is semi-growing. Thank you for reading. See you in the next chapter. Bye!!