The Prophecy -On Hold-

Chapter 6

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Picture on the side -------> Lord Eric Aylbar (Jake Gyllenhaal)

We walk through long bright hallways which are equipped with white marble. In the middle of the hall, a royal blue runner is designed so you do not slip on the smooth floor.

During our tour I see several pictures of the royal family and their ancestors. In one picture you see Jon as he sits at the age of a toddler in front of a small fireplace and playing with small balls. He wears little red pants with white dots and a blue shirt with white lace collar. His cheeks are slightly flushed and his golden hair is curled around his tiny ears. He seems to be fixated on his balls, laughing happily playing.

I wonder why the queen and the king hang this private painting of Jon in the public palace hall. Is it because they are not embarrassed of such things? I giggle shortly and am so engrossed in my thoughts that I did not notice how the others are long gone and nowhere to see. When I turn around, they have simply disappeared and I curse silently. >> Well done Zoe. Now you are alone in a huge palace where you know about zero and a prince is waiting for you. But you have nothing better to do than to let yourself be distracted by a super sweet little Jon. <<

>> So ... I'm so super sweet? << Sounds slightly familiar, yet dark velvet voice behind me. My body stiffened immediately and my mouth is open, as I slowly turn around my own axis. First, I see a wide and packed with muscles chest that is wrapped in a dark red vest. My eyes wander over the well-toned shoulders to a loose white shirt and still higher to see a distinctively shaped chin with a slight beard.

When my frightening big green eyes meet his slyly gleaming bright blue, I can not suppress a small sob. His eyes took a worried expression as he asks with his alluring voice >> Zoe? Are you all right? << I can not believe that he simply stands before me. Two long years i have imagined again and again how our reunion might look like, but that we meet in the royal palace, I would have never believed in life.

But here we are. The 6'1 tall Crown Prince of Grandtor with his magnificent clothes and a small (5'3) poor village girl from the province in a slightly worn out light blue dress. We could not be more different and yet all these years we were best friends. My feelings of betrayal and joy fight in a fierce battle for supremacy in my heart. But when my brain finally receives his anxious question the victorious is joy.

I jump up shouting and throw my arms around Jon's neck. He's still a bit befuddled for a moment but soon I feel as he reciprocated my embrace. He puts his head on my crown and pushes me tight to his muscled chest. He smells of leather, horse and freshly shorn grass. I suck in the familiar scent and sighn quietly. After a while we move away from one another.

>> What are you doing here? << I ask after we mutually eyed us up and down. >> The others have already arrived in my living room, just you've been missing. And as you have not long ago fainted, I was worried and went looking for you. >> << Why did not you just sent Edward, or a servant? It's strange that the Crown Prince of this country searchs a simple peasant girl. <<

He looks at me puzzled >> Why would I do that?! You're my best friend not just a simple peasant girl. In addition, we have divided to look all around for you, because the Palace is not exactly small and you could have been anywhere. But let's better move in the direction where my salon is located. << He takes me by the hand as if I were a small child. He turns to me and grins at me mischievously >> So you do not get lost again. Finally, we have to discuss a lot with each other. << Light red anger increases my cheeks. Just because he is a prince, he does not need me to treat like that! But somehow I like it. The hot rough and big man's hand holding my little. I sighn once more out loud and let Jon pull me down the aisle.
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After several long minutes, I suddenly feel a familiar warm feeling which lures me in a certain direction. I come to a halt >> Wait a minute Jon. Can I briefly go look whats in that direction? << He turns to me and pulls an eyebrow >> And what do you want to look at? You dont know your way here.<<