Orphaned from Love

Chapter 3

"As you move outside of your comfort zone, what was once the unknown and frightening becomes your new normal." - Robin S. Sharma

My eyes fluttered opened. Panic soon filled the crevices of my body. I was in some luxurious room. And the bedsheets, they were so silky. I was laying in a king-size bed in the middle of the room. In the left corner near a door, there was a black couch. Over the my right there was two other doors with a desk in between them.

Pain shot through my head making me wince. I lifted my hand to feel a bandage wrapped around my forehead.

How did I get here and why do I have a bandage on? Who was the person who said those words before I blacked out?

Questions swarmed my head causing me to get queasy. I sat up and swung my legs over. I pushed my self up to find myself able to stand. So I took a step.

Big mistake.

I immediately crumbled to the ground except I never hit it. I opened my eyes to see strong arms embracing me. Everything they're arms touched sent sparkles running up and down my spine.

They scooped me up and placed me back on the bed. I dared a chance.

I looked straight at the person who caught me. He was...beautiful. His dark brown curls waved across his head. His dark lashes framed his gray eyes. Those eyes. They captivated me. I couldn't look away. He looked up and stared directly at me.

"Hello." He says. His voice is soft and gentle but deep.

"H-hi." I stutter. My mind stopped working. I don't know what to say are what to do.

He reaches up to cup my face but I lean away. He retreats his hand, sadness and anger looping in his eyes.

"My name is Ryker. What's your's?" He's voice was husky, our faces inches apart.

"Elva." I manage to say, biting my lower lip.

His eyes soften and a smile graces his lips. "Elva." He says, rolling the word off his tongue.

He leans in closer. I move back until my back hits the wall. He leans in closer, his face just centimeters away from mine.

"Ryker." I say whisper. I don't want him to be this close but I want this moment to stay like it.

He leans in further and I start to panic. I reach up and push him away. He snaps out of his daze and gives me some room.

He clears his throat before saying, "I assume you're hungry and thirsty. I'll have a maid bring it up." He stands up and I gasp at how tall he is. I'm only around 5'5", he was like 6'7". He walks out of the room to the left, leaving me in the room.

A few seconds later, a older women maybe in her sixties comes in with a tray stacked with pancakes, eggs, bacon and biscuits. On the side is orange juice.

My mouth starts to water. I would never be aloud this kind of food even if it was my last meal.

"Good morning, princess."

Princess? I'm not a princess. I'm an orphan who woke up in some strangers bed.

"I'm not a princess." I verified.

"Sorry miss but by Prince Ryker, you are a princess."

Wait, Ryker is a prince? Hold up, I heard of Prince Ryker before. He was part of which kingdom agin? It's either witch or werewolf.

"Where am I?" I asked.

"You are in the palace, princess." She answered.

"You can call me Elva." I insisted.

She just sat the tray down on the nightstand and hurried away.

Odd. I'll ask Ryker about it.

I grab the tray and take a few bites before I got full. Most of the food still remand on the tray. I drank half the glass of orange juice before setting the tray back on the nightstand.

I tucked myself back in and fell back asleep