Unkissed. (Rated R)

34.🐸

Two o'clock in the morning, my night spent in the castle was far from magical, the back of my head resting against my interlocked palms. Coming back from a stroll, twenty mahogany doors, sealed and bolted shut. Tiny red patches stuck to the hinge, all ranging from two different colors, some green and the rest red, no sounds within.

Silent, but when I hover my ear against it, energy radiates inside. I cross an ankle over the other staring above at the ceiling in thought. At the thought of her, truly she has flourished, I always knew she would. The tattoo on my right pinky surging, the inner child in me is crying out for me to make myself known but I'm forbidden to spew any words.

Tiana, I sigh to her name. A mellow feel coursing through me and I almost slipped a smile, when there was a sudden shift above and a muffled conversation. To muffled to make out any words, but there are people above. Something groans darkly than and a chill race down my spine, whatever figure above with a sudden thud.

"Just wait for tomorrow, there will be plenty of children." someone hisses aggravatingly.

My brows fuse together, that voice, that sentence. Tiana's father? it falls silent, and soft footsteps echo, I listen intently as they move around until they descend down the steps. I boorishly glance towards my gun as they draw near but then descends the second flight of stairs.

Whatever is upstairs, silences.

***

I await by their door, a hand clutching my wrist, my head down waiting for the royal double doors of the queen to spring open. My mood is a ticking time bomb, finding myself continuously forcing away any creeping images the back of my head wants to conjure.

He slept in there with her, he slept side by side next to her, touching and feeling.

A rapid hammering in my chest and I lose control of my breathing, this emotion in me, its burning, the blood in my veins scorching as it travels excessively throughout my body, boiling an acidic sensation deep in my abdomen, threatening to free out of my throat.

I am uncertain of this feeling; never have I felt this way before. Gunter has women scattered all throughout the headquarters, but none have made me fight this strange nauseating feeling.

My ears perk listening to a sudden shift in the room. Knowing Gunter, he knows I need to be up earlier and guarding his door until he himself comes out and dismisses me. Knowing this cycle, I have no doubt he will fling the doors open, exhibiting himself in nothing but his boxers from the aftermath of last night's affairs.

On cue soft patters of feet pace the ground, I grind the back of my teeth hearing them draw in closer and closer, but in the middle of it, the feet change courses. They grow distant until they disappear behind a closing door.

I glanced down at the Rolex around my wrist, time is of the essence. By noon she will be coronated and the wedding will take place shortly after, the mere thought of all this spiraling in one day spreads a sickening feeling from the ends of my fingers down to my toes intensifying this already unbearable heat.

Clicks of shoes echo in the hallways along with instructions being spewed by a familiar raspy voice, tables scraping against floors and distinct conversations. The time has come, everyone on alert, moving about frantically. I watch their figures move effortlessly from down the hall when that familiar butler paused just at the center, the feel of my eyes burn his cheek and he leisurely glances over towards me.

His sky-blue eyes pierce through me but I don't falter, instead I glare back. Green butler attire crisp as always, even his gray hair was neatly coiffed back, deep wrinkle lines adorning around his face. Gaze focused, analyzing my body as he leans his head back, his creased eyebrows relaxed.