A Thousand Words

Wedding night- part 1

This chapter is very long so I decided to split it in 2 and...there is nothing adult in this chaoter! I'm only 15...:< Anyway, just a warning or a notice for those of you who (like me) don't read that stuff...

That's all,enjoy!

“There… there’s only one bed…” I croaked, finally finding my voice. The Prince stopped and stared at me.

“Well yes…” He looked at me, strangely. “Oh, don’t you know? Husband and wife usually sleep together!” His words were filled with sarcasm. I sub consciously stepped back, my heart in my mouth. The Prince sat down on the bed. “We’re married now Ayzel, you need to get that into your head, we sleep in the same room, in the same bed.” I shook my head.

“I am not sleeping with you.” My words came out as a whisper. I felt myself being stared at as I turned and tried to open the door. It was locked. “Open it.” My voice was already shaking.

“Have you already forgotten what I told you Ayzel?” Strangely, the cold voice came from right behind me. I turned, finding myself face to face with his Highness the Prince.

“Just today- let me sleep alone, I need to get used to it!” My voice came out almost pleading; I backed away from him, trying to stay as far as away as I could from him. The Prince tilted his head.

“No.” He said simply. My anger took hold of me.

“Well you’re not bloody making me sleep in the same freaking bedroom as you!” I yelled, my voice rising at every word I spoke. The Prince’s eyes turned even colder, starting to flash with anger.

“Say that again.” Even though he said it so quietly I heard it from where I was standing, on the other side of the room. “Say it, say it like you said to me.” I opened my voice. My hands turned into fists.

“I’m not bloody sleeping in the same-” My sentence was interrupted as I was smashed onto the walls of his bedroom, all the air knocked out of me. It felt as if I’d been punched in the stomach. I couldn’t even try to push the bloody idiot back this time since he held my wrists at the side of my head, making sure no blood went in my hands.

“You were saying.” He hissed. I gulped, starting to panic. He couldn’t hit me could he?

“I don’t want to sleep with you.” A traitorous tear made its way down my cheek, Prince Xayaan tilted his head.

“There there, don’t cry.” His words were mocking me. With one hand holding both my wrists he wiped away the tear. I very very nearly spat on him.  The Prince let go, and walked back to the bed. He glanced at me and pointed at the wardrobe.

“I have had some clothes made for you, I believe they fit you. There is a sleeping suit, if you need any help in removing the dress, don’t hesitate on asking.” I turned to the wardrobe, hiding my glare at his comment. I muttered a few curses under my breath.

“Excuse me?” Prince Xayaan asked, sweetly.

“I said I can manage just fine thank you very much.” I tried to make my tone neutral; it seems it didn’t work since I heard a sharp intake of breath coming from his direction. However, he didn’t say anything; instead he walked up to the wardrobe himself and opened the doors to it. I blinked.

First of all, when he meant a few he meant a lot. Secondly, I didn’t like the thought of sharing wardrobes. I don’t care how ‘immature’ that sounds. He picked out a few clothes for himself and threw some towards me. It was a simple nightgown which went up to my feet. However, it was the sleeves that I didn’t like, they were too short for my liking, I wasn’t wearing this without a jumper at least. But I didn’t comment, I’d spotted a jumper in the collection of clothes, I took it out and started heading towards the bathroom. Prince Xayaan, as I saw sadly saw, was already unbuttoning the buttons to his shirt.