Prince Leonardo's' Virtues

Chapter 19

Leonardo's POV

I woke up with a dreadful headache plaguing me, i felt like crap.I looked over next to me to see a small woman laying there fast asleep.

"What the hell are you doing in my bed!" I shouted at her startling her awake.

"Y-your majesty, you pulled me down on your bed".

I pulled back quickly." What?. No, no, get out!, get out now!".

"Your Majesty, please don't be angry with me, I was only complying with your demands" her voice close to tears.

I ran my fingers through my hair. What the hell has my life become. "Did we?".

"No, we didn't" she said and I looked down at her arm there was a big bruise around her wrist.

I pointed at her hand." Did I do this to you?".

She looked down quickly and I already knew the answer.

"On god no" I said as I burst through the doors and down the hallway. What have i become. My sweet Julianna, this is what you made me become....

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Julianna's POV

I'm cold, too cold. My head feels like it's about to pop.

Where am I...

My eyes open slowly as I looked around the place. It smelt of gasoline and old wood, I was on the floor in the corner of the room.

"Sleeping beauty has awoken"

I looked up to see Lord Bernard standing there, his face hard and impassive.

"What the hell do you want from me".

"You have stole something from the palace, where is it!" His voice slightly raised.

"I don't know what your on about, I have stole nothing".

"Let us not do this my dear, just give me what I request".

"The first time I saw you I knew you were up to no good".

He scoffed." The first time I saw you I was looking for an easy lay" he said smugly.

"Spare me the crudity I do not wish to know what defilements run through their".

Just then another man came in the room, he had sweat beading down his face and his hair looked greasy. He pulled out a newspaper and gave it to Bernard.

Bernard scanned the front page of the papers then let out a thunderous laugh.

"It seems you have been doing your homework". He said as he turned the paper to me.

The headlines said." SEX,LIES AND MURDER A SCANDAL OF THE CENTURY.

A smile grew on my face as I looked down at the picture of the swarm of photographers being jostled by the guards, along with Louis Wellington and next to him Leonardo and Cecilia? What is she doing there...

"So I guess it's no use to stay here and argue".

He said as he walked away with the man. He's leaving? I felt a bit lighter with that.

I smelt wood being burnt and I immediately got up and saw that the room was erupting into flames, my eyes looked for the door but the fire was blocking my path.

I started coughing rapidly as the smoke filled my lungs. I looked around again in search of an exit, the only thing that was visible was a small window close to the ceiling. I need something to push me up so I can reach it. The only thing I saw was a chair with one leg broken off and it looked extremely old and worn out.

I ran over quickly to get it but the smoke was making my chest hurt and I felt like I was about to pass out. I placed the chair under the window and put one foot up, it already felt unstable, the minute I put the next one up, I felt like it was about to fall apart and my body collided with the wall as I clinged to the edge of the window.

My feet were dangling in the air as the chair broke apart beneath me. I pulled myself up with the little strength I had until I felt the cold breeze grazing my face.

Once my head was through I kept pushing myself out, beneath me there were bushes and large trees. They must have took me somewhere near the forest.

I gave myself one last push as I felt myself falling out the window. I fell right on my arm and I cried out in pain as the sudden jolt ran through me. I forced myself up quickly as I saw the flames began to spread all over the house.

I stumbled back quickly as I tried to regain my strength. My arm was killing me and I felt a bruise at my waist. I looked around for any sign of civilization as I walked through the bushes.

I felt free, they would think I died in there, but at what cost?. My family would be torn, Leonardo would be broken.

Was this all really worth it?..

Maybe living a life with my husband sleeping with countless amount of women while I plaster a smile on my face for the world to think my life was perfect would have been better, or maybe not..

There are far better things than being wealthy and that is being contempt.

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AmazingDaydreamer