The Royals (HIATUS)

Chapter 15

Alisa's POV

Rotterdam, Netherlands

No, don't.

"I'm sorry too." I said, hugging him back.

Stop it Alisa. Listen to me!

I couldn't. He had said sorry, and I want going to say "no" or "stop" to that person.

"Your-" Armin said, as be opened the door, "oh, excuse me."

"Its all right Armin, come in." He said, pulling away from me. He walked over to him, and then be started talking quietly. I didn't know what to do, so I just stood there, looking around.

"You can leave now Alisa." Klaus said. I felt a little disappointed that I couldn't stay a little longer, that he told me to leave.

I walked out the room, gently closing the door behind me.

Its probably something about the war and the break in. Something serious. Don't worry to much.

I walked into the room I was currently staying in. It was sunset, and the view just outside the glass doors was beautiful. All I saw were forest, pink clouds and blue clouds, like cotton candy, and the sun was bright, burning orange but red color. The sunlight made the carpet feel warm under my feet and on my face.

I sat on the bed again, suddenly feeling lightheaded. I felt tired, again. There must be something wrong with me. All I do is sleep, I hardley ever eat, and I get headaches every once in a while.

I heard a soft kncok of the door. I sighed, frustrated to have to get back up from the warm, comfy bed. I opened door, revealing a tall, slightly muscular guy. He looked around my age, maybe closer to Klaus's age. He had deep blue eyes and jet black hair. His skin was pale, almost like a vampire. Heck, he looked a vampire. He smiled at me, showing me his perfectly straight white teeth.

"Hello, my name is Erik Van Den Jacobse IV, best friend of Klaus Jacos-Garritsen II, crown prince to the Netherlands, our future King." He said in a very deep voice.

"Hi." Was all I managed to say.

"And who might you be?" He asked.

"Grand Duchess Alisa Nikolaevna Romanov of all Russia." I never really said my whole name, people usually announced it. It felt weird saying it all.

"Well, Alisa, do you known where the prince might be, Klaus?" He asked.

"I think he's in the study, right down-"

"Its okay, I know where it's at. I'll hopefully see you later." He said, and walked away. I gently closed the door behind me and smiled to myself. He was a real gentlemen, nice and kind. How could someone like that possibly be best friends with Klaus?

Then I remembered our hug, and how he said sorry. I began to feel guilty for thinking about Klaus's best friend. I didn't even know why.

...

I woke up, not knowing I even fell asleep. I threw the blanket off me that I'm sure I didn't have in the first place. It was dark out now, but it was also foggy, making it look creepy outside.

It was cold, and I regretted throwing the blanket off me. I grabbed the blanket, wrapping it around me. I got up and walked out the room. There was silence, like always, and I kinda liked it. But part of me kinda missed some kind of noise, even Klaus's presence.

Stop it Alisa

I turned the corner, and bunoed into a tall figure. I looked up and Erik, Klaus's best friend.