Chapter 10

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I begin panting in fury when I wake up. I need to find him.
"Calm down Princess," he chuckles.
Like an arrow I shoot up, this catches Caleb offguard and I take advantage of his situation. Forcefully I thrust my arm under his chin which makes it over his neck. He can't move or he will get strangled. My eyes narrow and I am fuming.

"Who the hell are you?" I spit.
"Have you put it together yet?" he says suprisingly calm.
"Just say it!" I demand.
"Yes, I am the same Caleb from your orphanage. Your best friend," he explains.
"My Caleb," my voice is unsteady.
"Yes," he smirks and moves his eyes down. Then, I realise there is no distance between our bodies and my arm is still over is neck.
"Sorry," I mumble whilst blushing crimson.

"I never forgot you. You know it kind of stung when you didn't recognise me." he says sounding hurt.
"Why didn't you tell me?" I ask.
"I wanted you to figure it out." he replies, "anyway it is a new day and our work starts today. Look away,"
"What?" I ask confused.
"I am going to change my shirt and unless you want to admire my body, you should look away."

Instantly I turn away. Is it bad that I want to take a sneak peak?
He won't know because he is changing his shirt.

Slowly I peak at his body. Can I just say whoa! He has a defined body and rock hard abs. I notice tattoos an his back and stare at them.

"Admiring me?" he smirks.
"No!" I blush.
"Liar," he say cockily.
"No,"
"Liar,"
"No,"
"Liar,"
"Fine I am not talking to you!" I end the conversation.
"You will because you love me," he announces arrogantly.

With my head held high I scoot past him and yank open the wardrobe. There are dozens of different style clothes. Honestly I would love to admire them all but I can feel Caleb's eyes piercing into my back. I pick a red t - shirt and pair them with black skinny jeans. Also, I add a black jacket and black sunglasses that I found. What? The sunglasses complete the look.

Quickly I skip out and go to the bathroom. I hear him shout
"You can get dressed in here!" I roll my eyes, over my dead body.
Usually I get changed quick but today I take my time and hum whilst I change. I miss the feeling of having a tiara on my head. My head feels somewhat bare and empty. However, I do put on my daisy necklace and skip out.
Why am I so cheerful?

I go back to my room and it is empty. I wonder where Caleb went. As if on que there is a sound at the window. Cautiously I walk to the window and open it. My worries are flushed away when I see Caleb grinning like a meerkat. Correction a really aborable meerkat.

"Your majesty! Your ride awaits you," he shouts playfully.
"Good servant, escort me," I carry on the game.
"Certainly,"

Within a minute he is outside my room and I prance towards him. Before I know it he scoops me off the floor and carries me bridal style down the stairs. I let out a loud piercing yelp and he laughs.
"Put me down!" I demand squirming.
He ignores my kicking and shouting and finally we get to the car. He puts me in the car and says,
"You are as light as a feather,"
He leans over me and puts my seatbelt on for me. Then, he makes his way to the driver's seat.
"I hate you," I joke.

We sit in silence for awhile. It is not an awkward silence more of peaceful, seranade silence. I should be doing everything I can to escape. I should hate Caleb. Instead I find myself wanting to know him; to be friends. In the castle I am supposed to act and dress a certain way but here I can just be me.

"Where are we going?" I ask.
"Do you trust me?" he questions staring into my eyes. Do I trust him? I ponder over this question for awhile. He hasn't hurt me and he always protects me. He has never done anything treachorous, well not to me. He was once my very best friend who I would confide all my secrets in and he is just like me.
"With my life," I say confidently. He breaks into a smile which looks like a mixture of relief and happiness.
"Do you trust me? I raise my eyebrows.
"With my life," he imitates me.

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