Lone Prince

Charles secret love

I knocked on Charles door.

"Adelia? He yelled from the other side.

"Yes, it's me." I'm answered. He opened the door quickly and pulled me inside locking it after slamming it closed. My cheeks grew red and I felt scandalous. It was quite sad, I was just in his room yet I felt like that. He laughed as my cheeks grew red. I'd never been in here. After Alex had fallen asleep in my room and I got all negative reaction I was afraid to be in someone else's room besides my sisters.

"It's alright, Alexander has been trying to talk to me about you. It quite annoying. I don't know why or what about but he continually knocked after coming back from his walk. I simply told him I was trying to sleep and unless he wants to loose his head he best leave. So he did. He kept saying, "I must talk to you about Adelia." I was to tired to listen though." Charles said, explaining why he pulled me in his room and locked the door.

"We'll go find out I would like to know!" I said my curiosity getting the best of me.

"Curiosity is what killed the cat, love." Charles said tucking a piece of loose red hair behind my ears.

"Well good thing I've got nine lives, now go on, I'll wait here." I said.

"Well someone is rather sassy isn't she." Charles said as he walked out and closed the door behind him.

I looked around the room.

It was plain. White walls, simple wood flooring. Bed made perfectly. No pictures, all clean and plain. He did have a small box jutting from under his bed though. I knew I shouldn't but I did anyway, I took the box and sat on his bed examine the contents.

A knife with a ruby in the hilt gleaned evilly in the box. A pencil and a notebook lay under it. A simple heart locket sat with it along with a ring on the same chain.

I open the locket. It had a picture of a little boy who looked exactly like Charles. Brown unkept tuff of hair, blue gleaming eyes that told you they were trouble. A crooked grin plastered on. The boy looked like he was ten or eleven.

On the other side was a little girl who looked to be six. She had a sweet look. Her hair was blood her eyes like a does, big and brown. Her smile was a sweet innocent one.

I closed it and examined the ring. It had the same type ruby as the knife. It was quite lovely. It fit right on my wedding ring finger. I took it off and set it back on the chain. Then moved on to the notepad.

A picture fell out as I lifted it. It looked like a family photo. It was of Charles and his family. His father stood with blonde hair and blue eyes. He was tall with broad shoulders. His smile was heart warming. Charles mother was very pretty and had brown hair past her shoulders. She was quite thin and she had the locket on. In front of the couple were three children.

Charles, I assumed, brother and sister, and Charles himself.

He looked scrawny unlike how he is now. He had the same tuft of brown hair he looked to be around thirteen in the photo. His blue eyes were brighter, more playful then they were now.

His brother looked to be five. His hair short his eyes blue like his brothers. His sister was a mere baby. She must have been a year. They looked like a happy family.

I slipped the picture in the box as I thought about what Alex said. He mentioned nothing about siblings. I figured he must have forgotten. I flipped the the notebook. It was full of drawings.

The first that caught my eye was a bench with a woman laying on it. A single street light off to the side offering little light.

It was me. I flipped the page. It was me waving an umbrella around crazily. Again I flipped the page. It was me being taken by the demon. Then me laying on the floor bloody and beaten. The next was him crouching next to my body as I lay limply, he was crying. The next was me with a sword in my heart.

It kept going, the book was filled with his beautiful drawings of me. I was amazed at the detail, how much attention he paid me, and I hadn't even noticed. He drew me in the meadow running. Falling in the pond. Sitting on the ground in front of the queen. Me laying in a casket with a single rose. Me smiling and hugging my sister.

I had to stop. These pictures were so vivid. They cause the memories to play back in my mind. Some brought pain, others brought happiness.

I heard the sound on the other side of the door so I threw the notebook in the box and slid it under the bed.

"Well, well." Charles said entering the room looking annoyed.

"What?" He sat next to me on the bed. I turned toward him as he turned toward me.

"Alexander is being a complete drama queen. He's overreacting." He said.

"I'm sorry. What did he do?" I asked.

"He says that I need to be careful because you will hurt me."

"I would never hurt you! Plus if I did I would hurt myself." I said agitatedly.

"I know, I know. I told him that. He said I'm going to get my heart broken. I walked out and slammed the door. He doesn't know you love me to. He just knows that I love you. He thinks you don't even know. Even if he knew you loved me he would say the same thing. So every time he says such things I will just ignore him."

"I'm so sorry." I said.

"Sh you didn't do anything." He said holding me to his chest.

"Alexander is saying I'll hurt you. I must show some warning signs if he thinks that." I grew sad." I don't want to hurt you Charles."

"The only thing that's ever hurt Nevis what I did to you." He said tracing the scar he put on my face. Then the ones on my neck, then the ones on my arms. "Adelia, you are so beautiful. Your smile is contagious. Your laugh makes me laugh, it warms my heart to hear that sound. Your voice is just as beautiful. I sat outside your door listening to you sing. I love you like I have never loved another. You are like the sun after a lifetime in the dark. Your the smile of flowers and the sound of birds in the morning. You are mine and if you will have me I will be yours." He whispered then kissed me softly.

"I love you more than I thought possible to love someone. You are perfect in every way." I replied after he pulled back and put his forehead against mine.

Suddenly he pulled me back on the bed. He hugged me to his body as we lay in each other's arms whispering sweet nothings.

This was one of the few happy moments in my life that I rarely witnessed.