Romar's Princess (Tom Riddle)

Romar's Princess (Tom Riddle) 7

Tom’s POV

I was in a grumpy kind of mood. Vanlanthiriel had left me to walk back to the castle on my own, and I wasn’t quite sure the exact way to get back.

But, I managed. It took me awhile, but I did. What really bothered me though was why she left. I couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty. Maybe I shouldn’t have been so blunt about it. It was obvious she was rather emotional.

Ugh, I disgust myself. Why would I care? Why was it so important to me to have her happy?

When I finally reached my chamber, I took a long shower. Being here with no electricity, they use a fire to warm their water and put in a bath tub. So, I was left with having to use my magic to help me.

Ah, magic. What would I do without it?

After a thorough cleaning, I slipped on some loose fitted night pants and laid on my bed. I didn’t hardly wear a shirt to bed. It was uncomfortable for me.

As I lay in my bed, my mind started to drift back to that girl. I couldn’t help it. She was just there: she was always there.

What had happened to her mother? Was she lying to me about not knowing how she died? It was a possibility. She was faint at heart, that I could tell, and she probably didn’t want to talk about it.

I couldn’t help but wish she was here. So I could hear that soft, playful voice of hers that I never seem to get tired of.

I remembered last night, when she had fallen asleep in my arms. It was so cliché at how she seemed to fit perfectly into them. And I wanted her here so I could hold her soft body against mine again.

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Vanlanthiriel’s POV

I was nervous. I couldn’t help it. Daddy was making me go back to his chamber again tonight. Why me? Why not someone else?

Guilt filled me as I thought this. Why would I wish something like this on someone else? That was terrible. I was terrible.  

I felt bad for yelling at Tom earlier. It wasn’t his fault. I was just being stupid. He asked me a simple question, and I should have answered.

My hands played with themselves nervously as I walked down the corridor, my bare feet hitting the stone floor with each step. Falathiel had put me in a shorter dress this time, no matter how much I pleaded her not to. It was a tan color, with little flowers all over it.

I stopped in front of Tom’s door. My heart was pounding in my chest.

What if he made me do stuff tonight? He hadn’t last night, so why would he tonight?

But, I yelled at him today. So maybe he was angry and would punish me. Oh God, I didn’t want that.

But I couldn’t help it. It was the consequences to my actions. I had yelled at him, so I should be punished.

But that thought just scared me even more. I had never in my life been touched by any man that way before. I thought that I should wait for my soul mate and marry and give myself to him and him only. But, that could all change tonight.

I took a deep breath in and knocked on the door softy.

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Tom’s POV

In the middle of my mental battle with myself about Vanlanthiriel, there was a soft knock at my door. My heart hammered in my chest. I knew that knock, for I had just heard it last night.

The palms of my hands started sweating as I got up and walked to my door. I stopped before I opened it to take a deep breath. I had to get my heart under control and not look so flustered.

After I regained myself, I opened the door, only to have proven my thoughts right.

There she was, Vanlanthiriel. The girl that I couldn’t stop thinking about. The girl that captured me with her innocence.

I could see how nervous she was, because she wasn’t looking up at me. She was looking at her hands as the play with each other, as if they were very exciting.

“Hi, Tom,” She said so low that I almost couldn’t hear it.

“What are you doing here?” my voice came out harsher than I intended, making her look up at me with her wide, fearful eyes.

“U-um, father sent m-m here,” she stuttered.

I looked back at the guard that was standing on the opposite wall across my door. When he saw me looking, he quickly looked away, but not before I saw the pity in his eyes. Pity for Vanlanthiriel.

I’m not sure why, but this angered me greatly. Giving him a hard look, I grabbed the girl by her waist and pulled her into my chambers. He didn’t need to know what me and my Vanlanthiriel were talking about.

I pushed her more into the room and went to get the white button up shirt that I had been wearing today.

“Here,” I said, handing it to her.

She grabbed it and examined it with curiosity.

“You’re not going to… ?” She trailed off.

I knew what she meant.

“No, why would I do that?”

“Because I yelled at you earlier.” She whispered.

I stood there and stared at her. I knew what she meant. She thought I would make her do it because I knew she didn’t want to. As some kind of punishment.

It angered me that she thought that if me we did that it would punishment for her. It made my heart have a very unknown and very unpleasant pang to it too.

“Well,” I said trying to keep my voice even and uncaring. “I don’t want to do that. So hurry up and put that on so I can get to bed.”

I knew my voice was harsh, I could see it on her face. She didn’t say another word as she scurried to the bathe room to put my shirt on.

When she came out, neither of us said anything as we got into bed.

I almost gave a satisfied sigh as I put my arm around her small, soft figure. I couldn’t help but feel that this was right in every way.