Book 1: A Heartless Series

Chapter 3

I awake with the urge to puke. I can barely get my footing with the ship rocking back and forth. Noting that the Prince is sound asleep on the floor. I guess nothing can wake the slumbering hulk of a man that he is, how I wish I could see.. no, no, I need to puke. I just make it to the toilet to where I hurl my guts. Definitely not lady like at all. As soon as I hurl everything in my guts, I lay on the cold wood floor. Unable to get up. I hope I don't contract anything. It is only the second day, at least I assume so, with the slight sun peaking thru the port window. I sigh, I'm just going to lay here for a bit, I decide. Slowly, my eyes shut and I go back to sleep. 

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I find myself to have been moved to the bed. As I open my eyes I notice the hulking body of the Prince peering his eyes at me, as if he is studying some sort of animal.

"Can I help you." I say, not pleased at all but noting that I cannot put more of a fuss up. My head is spinning. So I close my eyes again tightly.

"You are not okay. Would you like some tea? I must at least try to care for you. At least put up a show to care about this marriage." He says gruffly. He walks out the door with out me answering. A couple of minutes go by and he is back with a cup of tea. I guess I shall try and make an effort too. So I sit up as he hands me the tea and take a sip. Oh Gods, it's awful.

"Thank you, it's great." I say tightly, procuring a small smile, that probably looks and well feels more like a grimace.

"I didn't say it would be good tea. I just said I'd get you tea."

"I know that, I just didn't think you would be that bad at making tea. It's a very simple process. Steep for a couple minutes, then you take the tea steeper out, and then 2 cubes of sugar and a splash of cream. For your further reference." I said as a matter of fact.

"I will get right on that Princess." He says as he flops down onto the one of the chairs in the corner.

He does not get right on that, he sits there for a bit picking at his nails, like he is bored out of his mind being here. Being with me. Why am I so worried about what this man thinks of me, I've only just met him. We have loads of time to get accustomed to eachother. We don't even have to like eachother. This marriage was just a political move on both of our countries. To make use of us, as the second and last born.

After a couple of minutes, a knock sounds on the door and a gruff voice says, "Breakfast." The Prince gets up and opens the door, says thanks to the voice outside, which huffs back at him and closes the door. He brings over two plates on a tray, each with eggs and bacon and two slices of toast, which look to be buttered. Yum, I think as my stomach grumbles. He sets the tray on the bed and sits on the bottom end of the bed. Taking a plate of his own and eating. I do the same without another word.

After a couple minutes of eating in silence, I ask, "So, what do you do for fun."

"Hunt." He grumbles at me. Not looking up at his plate and taking another bite without saying anything else. Okay, so this will be harder than I thought. "Do you do anything else?" I press on as I intently stare at him. He finely looks up, mid bite, then drops his fork on his plate and sets the plate on the bed.

"Listen, I know we're married and I know may need to get to know each other but here's the deal. I do not want to make small talk with you. I don't want to know what your favorite color is or how you want your tea. We are to produce heirs and once you produce them, it doesn't matter what we do. Find someone else to love, because you certaintly won't be loving me. In fact, when I get back, I have someone else to tend to. If you would mind, I would like to just sit here and eat in quiet. Without your nagging questions. If you can't do that, I'll eat elsewhere. I would choose to sleep somewhere else but the floor is more comfortable than a hammock."

Harsh. Rude. Jerk. I have no other words or questions to ask him as he just made it ever so clear that he has and doesn't want to say anything else to me. So, I sit there quietly and eat the rest of my food. I should find out where the kitchen is so I can get my own food from the cook from now on and make every effort to not be near this man. With that, once I finish my food, I get up, put the plate on the tray and leave the room. I might've slammed the door a little. Hope he gets the hint.