Make Me Yours

Chapter 12

Enter, Prince Lazarus!

"You can be rather annoying at times-- Always having to help you..." She sighed dramatically and slouch in annoyance as they reached the door to his room. 

She opened the door and walked over to his bed, dropping him onto the sheets. She sighed and walked over to the chair in the corner, flopping into it. "You're really heavy-- are you feeling a little better at least? I don't wanna carry you anywhere else."

As she sat in the chair, she admired his room. Her servants quarters, although it was fairly above average, was nothing compared to this mansion he called a room. She sat in the chair as he rearranged himself, studying him. She could see something in his eyes, although he was in obvious pain, she could see a glint of something else he was trying to hide. It was almost as if he was enjoying the care she was showing him.  

No, I don't know you...yet. "Consider this payback. You was worst," he stated just before they entered his room.

 His room was a room fit for a king, instead of a prince. The theme were blue and white. The crescent moon was engraved in the form of mini statues, paintings, along the blue curtains, his king size bed spread and twelve pillows, even the floor and ceiling had the symbol. 

Hopping toward the bed proved to be more exhausting then the prince cared to admit. The long walk had tired him, but he wasn't regretting the walk at all. Being able to be close to Iyana again was his sole reason for putting himself in pain. Now he just needed to come up with more ways to annoy her into loving him. 

Dominick pulled himself into a sitting position. He heard Iyana dramatic fall into a chair. Such a drama queen. He pressed lightly on the side of his stomach.

Yep, she did manage to fracture a few. "That's really to bad," the prince said in a causal tone. "I enjoyed carrying you around. You fitted perfectly into my arms. Do me one more favor, my honorable princess."

 He turned his gentle gaze in her direction. A smile on his face. "Grab the first aid kit out the the bathroom. It should be in the bathroom closet."

 He turned his gaze to his shirt. He began to slide his white silk shirt over his head. The prince knew how to treat his own injuries due to extension training before his capture by Iyana's father, and later he was able to put his training into practice after hurting himself several times and treating other members of Iyana's staff. 

Iyana sighed softly as he told her to get the first aid kit, standing up slowly. She walked into the bathroom, admiring the state that it was in. It was rather large, clad in tones of blue and white, much like the rest of the castle.

After tugging his shirt off, he frowned in annoyance at the injury. "This will take awhile to heal." He knew he would have a hard time performing his duties, but he would have to bear with it. 

She caught her image in the bathroom mirror and stopped for a second. Her hair was starting to fall out of her once-neat bun that was placed at the top of her head. She sighed softly and took all of her hair out, letting it fall. She turned around and noticed how much it had grown since she was taken from her kingdom, it was a few inches longer now, falling to her mid-thigh. She pulled it so it draped over her shoulder gracefully.

I'll braid it later... She thought, walking over the the closet in the corner of the bathroom. She opened the door and looked up and down the shelves until she found the kit.

She walked into the room and stopped, examining his shirtless figure. His well-built, muscular chest proved to be a distraction. She blinked and walked over to him, sitting on the corner of his bed. "You really are enjoying this--aren't you?" She asked, opening the kit.