Royal Blood

Allayah

I wonder if Cyrus was the one who put the blanket on me, I rub my eyes slowly getting up from my bed. I look around my room, clothes everyone on the floor on the desk. Everywhere. I stare at my injured left arm, thank Reina, she was the one who bandaged it and made it stop bleeding also Cyrus's mother.

I walk up to my desk and check my phone for the time. Shit. It's almost time for dinner, how long was I asleep. I grab nearest clothes to me which were clean and run to the bathroom. After changing, I walk down the stairs and I see Reina and her son laughing. A small smile settles on my face, the living which is in front of the kitchen is visible from where I am standing. I continue descending down the stairs. There's a wooden archway which divides the giant room into two: the living room and the kitchen. 

I always wondered as a child why did the choose the penthouse instead of their castle. Aunt Reina said a castle becomes lonely if you don't have anyone to live with. It was just the two of them and me.

"Hello darling, how's your hand now?" She asks as I take a seat beside her usually, I sit with Cyrus. They sit on opposite sides of the six people dining table. I see Cyrus's head dip down.

"It's fine now thanks to you, mom." I started calling her mom after some years of moving in with them after my own parents abandoned me. I know they oved or at least they try to, but I can always see the fear in their eyes when they look at me. One of the many reasons they sent me to live with them again. 

Only if that were true.

"You cooked my favorite food, mom." I say, my face beaming with happiness and give her a big smile. Well, at least something is good today. I can feel him burning a hole in my face, but I refuse to look at him. I avoided him the whole dinner.

In the future maybe I'll feel bad for him, poor Redwood when he finds out the truth. 

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"Allayah please can I talk to you." I hear him say knocking the door. I put the book i was reading down and go towards the door and open it. I poke my cheek with my tongue, his eyes are bloodshot looks he had been crying.

"You have five minutes." I sharply turn around and go sit on the bed. He pulls out my desk chair, put its on the side of my bed. My room is not small, but his presence makes it look congested and small. My bed is next to the window, in front of is the desk. on the side are the side table, my closet and bathroom.

"I am sorry Allayah; I know it's hard to forgive what I did but-"

"Still doesn't explain your actions."

"I-I know I am sorry, but I thought he'd hurt you."

"And why would he do that." I say making no attempt to hide the bored look on my face. I just wanted to sleep then this fucker came. *Sigh*

"Because he's the prince of the undead." He says like that should surprise me. It doesn't but he doesn't know that. Also, a part of my reason that I talked to him. Had to see myself if the rumors about him not the one's about him being handsome or something... other stuff yeah other stuff. Do I think of him as handsome. I mean he is good looking, though. Eh, whatever.

"Oh" 

"Please forgive me, I'll buy you ice-creams, food, literally anything. Please lilac, I know it's hard but please." He says, taking my hand in his. Hmm, now that could be interesting, he'd buy me anything. 

"It's still not enough, Cyrus. I don't know if I can forgive you." I say, yanking my hand away. and giving him I had forgiven him, but I want to see how far he goes.

"I know lilac, I guess go now*sighs*." He says and gets up. He opens the door but turns around and looks at me, but I had started reading my book. Lilac, it used to be my favorite color. Cyrus started calling me lilac when I was eleven and since then it stayed. I don't like the color that much anymore, but I like the name.

These humans do so much emotional drama, it was better in the UMC, fight to the death and be done with it. But hey, now I can buy new clothes for free, so I guess there is a benefit to it. Hmm

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"Allayah." He sounds serious, he turns me around me with his hands. WHAT THE FUCK. He's holding a bouquet full of lilac ribbon eyes. Is that the reason why his eyes are bloodshot. Did he stay up the whole night making those? I thought he was just angry because of the whole ordeal and didn't sleep but he was making these... for me?

 Damn bruv, didn't think you liked me that much but ok. Focus Allayah, be a human, emotions focus I tell myself.

He gives me the flowers; I stare up at him confused. Did he really do that for me as an apology. 

"I made these for you." He says putting his hands in the pocket of his leather pants. His hair is all disheveled. He is wearing a white shirt inside and black jeans and a pendant around his neck. It's the one I made for him on his 18th birthday. 

I look down on the bouquet that's now in my arms. There are twenty flowers made by him.

"Cyrus, I had already forgiven you. You shouldn't have done this." Tears start filling my eyes, should I have just told him before, he wouldn't look so beat up. But You know what he deserved it, this little chutiya. (Fucker.) I force my tears back and smile.

"Well, these will be a great addition to my room." I giggle and run upstairs to my room. He follows me.

"You like them?"

"Of course, but if you do that again fucker, I will not talk to you ever again." I say putting the bouquet on my not so clean desk and point at him. I'll clean my room later.

I am a great actor aren't I. Yes, I am.