A Thousand Words

Getaway...?

I felt myself being shaken and nearly slapped the person away in annoyance. I thought the person had finally given up until the covers were ripped away from me, I yelled, the sudden warmth snatched away from me. Angrily, I pushed myself up to see a very amused looking Prince staring at me; I stared down at my bare arms and lunged for the bathroom doors.

It was ten minutes later that I peeked out, hoping that by now the Prince had moved and left, however, he just sat with an annoyed look on his face, glancing around. He seemed to realize that the bathroom door was open because before I could slam it shut again he’d pushed it open. I pushed myself past him, rescuing a jumper out of the wardrobe and pulling it on, a collective sigh came from the Prince’s direction, which only made me happier.

“I was wanting to have breakfast with my wife today.” His annoyed voice came from ahead of me, I stared back blankly. Wife… that word rang a bell somewhere at the back of my mind. But where from did I hear this word again? The Prince stared at me with an almost confused look on his face. “Wife, meaning you, Ayzel.” He explained, slowly, as if I was dumb. Still, I stared back blankly. He sighed again and pushed me down where there were a few cushion. The room looked even bigger at day. Sunlight poured through the balcony windows making sure every inch was seen. It was truly massive. The Prince placed a few plate in the middle, I was surprised a maid wasn’t here to do that for him, never thought I would see the Prince actually doing something. He must have seen the shocked expression on my face because a frown immediately appeared on his face, still, he didn’t speak.

There seemed to be a problem for me though, I didn’t like eating in front of people and usually I ate with my hands. Yet seeing the fork, spoon and knife in front of the Prince I don’t think he thought that was the way to eat. The Prince scooped up some soup in his spoon, the way he did it made me think that the posh people were taught how to eat. I stared at all the other food whilst he blew on it.

“Do you want some soup?” For a second I thought about ignoring him but realized it wouldn’t really do much good. “You eat it with the garlic bread…”

“Erm… I guess…” The Prince nodded, I was far too conscious at how close we were sitting and attempted to shuffle away, but before I could the Prince, or Xayaan, had pushed my head in his direction. I opened my mouth to snap something but the Prince seemed to have other plans and pushed the spoon into my mouth along with a piece of garlic bread. Tears appeared in my eyes. “Was it too hot?” I thought about my options, maybe I could spit it out? At the end though I managed to gulp it down trying not to think how the Prince had blown on the spoon, I should have realized.

Much to my shock the Prince didn’t change his spoon; instead he actually ate with the same one. Didn’t he know about germs? Well, I was most certainly not using that again.

“I can eat myself thank-” My feeble attempt to say something was broken off as yet another spoonful of soup was shoved into my mouth, this time I nearly did spit it put. It was the way the Prince glared at her which made her stop. After five excruciating minutes did they finally finish breakfast. The Prince smiled at me again, I pretended to be too busy admiring the tiny crack in the wall to notice.

“I have a lot of work to do today.” He explained, apologizing, my heart leaped.  “Knowing you…” He continued, when did he know me? “I believe, for your safety, that you should stay in our room today, that is until I trust you.” I blinked.

“You can’t just do that.” I snapped, glaring at him.

“I plan on doing just that, my dear.” The Prince said quietly. Oh how could I forget, don’t be rude to his Highness the toad, I clenched my teeth. I stood up, glaring down at him which he didn’t seem to appreciate.