The Royals (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 16

Klaus's POV

Rotterdam, Netherlands

Erik left a while ago, and I stayed finishing all the paper work my father left for me to do. It was eight already.

Just go.

I got up and walked over the Alisa's room. It might as well be hers since she was always inside the room.

I knocked on the door and heard nothing. I knocked louder one more time, and still nothing. I turned the knob and pushed open the door. It was completely empty.

"Alisa?" No answer. My eyes narrowed, curious to where she might be. I walked out and checked the living room. Wasn't there either. I checked the kitchen, and saw no sign of her either. I checked outside, and in all the to her rooms.

"Armin, have you seen Alisa anywhere?" I asked.

"Um, I saw her earlier in the kitchen talking with he cook, but I didn't see her after that."

"Was it our usual cook?" I asked. He rubbed his chin, trying to remember if it was a different cook from our usual cook.

"I think it was. Don't take my word on it though your highness" He said.

"Better than nothing Armin. Thank you." I said, and walked away. I had to find her. There were many possibilities of what could have happened to her. She could've run away, gone back home, or even be kidnapped. She could've simple gone out for a while to, but I didn't know which one it was. My guess would be, I really don't god damn know. I just need to find her.

Alisa's POV

Rotterdam, Netherlands

I opened my eyes, expecting to breath in the fresh scent of the covers, maybe even Klaus's scent. I also thought I'd be greeted with the sun shining through the curtains, the white walls brightening the room.

Instead, I was greeted with the smokey and musty smell. The side of my face lay on a cold solid ground. I got up and looked around. The room was dark and grey. It was empty, and the only light I got was from a small window.

"You're finally awake." I snapped my head back, and saw the outline of a tall familiar figure. My heart began to beat twice its normal rate, and my blood turned cold.

"W-Who are you?" I half demanded. I tried to keep my princess act up, but I felt it slowly decaying away.

"I prefer not to show my face, for your sake." My eyes narrowed, and I now sat up on my knees.

"I demand you!"

He didn't speak, and he stood still. I was staring to wonder if he was just a mannequin or something, not even a real man. But I was soon wrong. The figure stood up, but still didn't show his face.

"I don't take orders from the likes of you." He hissed. He walked over to what looked like to be a small table.

"What do you want?" I asked through gritted teeth, trying to maintain my anger, but also trying to hide my fear.

"I don't want much, really. I just, well I don't think you're ready to hear the rest." His voice sounded sharp, sardonic, and heavy with a certain accent I couldn't quite fiigure out or even know of.

"Just tell me." A small chuckle echoed off the walls, and then there was silence.

"I'll give you a bit of information, just so you'll stop pestering me." He opened a laptop that was on the small table, but made sure the light didn't show his face. The only thing visible was his broad shoulders and maroon colored shirt.