Unkissed. (Rated R)

19.♣️

I trembled as he walks forward shrinking to his approaching presence, as if death chose a carcass to host, my jaw agapes coming eye to eye with the shadowman.

A deep scar starting at top of his forehead running down through his left eye and mouth until the end of his chin, green iris eyes with the left lighter than the right, and red lips that stretched to a nightmarish smile, the canines within his alabaster teeth lengthened and pointed, I never knew fear until I looked at the definition itself.

Muscular arms that sported a black dress shirt bulging, neatly tucked into his black trousers, a brown belt around his thin waist and jet black hair tied in a bun. Dark green arts of words and designs running down both his arms ending just at the very end of his fingers.

Amusingly he raised both arms seeing my curiosity, "They are called tattoos little frog," he glides the chair out of the darkness, sitting with an ankle over his knee. "But back to the task itself."

"In the future you are to become a bodyguard for my son, you will live out your days solely to protecting him,"

It seemed easy enough so far but what is a bodyguard?

"We're not done little frog, this part next is going to be my favorite" he chuckles cunningly interlocking his fingers, "I'm sure the king has informed you about something soon to happen in the future?" he pauses, allowing me to dig in for the memories.

"Something about perhaps the daughter."

My lips quivered.

"Oh that got your attention," he cheesed, "She would soon be sought out as a collection for an heir? Well what if I told you only that sentence alone ... was true?"

A sudden flame rages within my heart setting a fire down my streams, a sound of a thread that snapped within my common sense and I unconsciously launch myself forewords. Like a an angry cat; baring my teeth with extended claws hoping to leave a scratch on the smiling man when a gut crushing kick collided with my stomach, a cracking sound from my rib brings me back to reality as I spit out an iron flavored liquid.

Unprepared I land face first on the ground crushing my nose all over again, wheezing, and soothing the ahce within my gut. I swore my vision was battling with me.

"Nasir Omar, that name rings a bell doesn't it"

"Indeed sir"

"Mother died of Cancer and Aids, an IQ of six hundred, lived in filth but secretly ventures off to a horizon where he will play with the Royal princess herself, It made me wonder how it was you survived living amongst such pigs until one day one of my men were watching you from afar, how you were swift in your thievery and even as he looked at you, he sensed no fear coming from you whatsoever, since then it has peaked my interest.

Could it be?...

I gag and wheeze on the floor, the more I moved the angrier the pain got; stretching out all through my body. "Y-you wan-want to kidnap the princess" I force out before hacking a cough.

He shrugs, "However you want to put it out, see the thing is the King hasn't told you the full story or perhaps not the right one and frankly I do not care."

"Y-you guys killed their people."

"That's what happens when you don't pay your price, your father set an example" the one on the wall chuckles.

"You target your anger to the wrong crowd little frog, my patience is never one to poke at so be wise to value your life and think before you act. You speak of killing, if only you knew what really happens within the castle's walls."