"Addie!" I shrieked in shock as a pair of arms suddenly hugs my waist from behind. I tried to stifle my giggles and mock glared at him as he smiles brightly with his cute dimples showing.
"Yes, sweetheart?" He asked.
"Don't do that again." I wagged a finger.
He grabbed my finger, "What should I not exactly do?"
"Grab my waist from behind. I could've attacked you." I pouted.
He laughed, "But you didn't. And I bet with my entire life that you will never hit me."
"Still..." I tried to persuade him but he took no note of it.
"Darling, I love you." He whispered softly and caressed my cheeks lightly.
I shivered, "What?"
"I love you so much." He smiled.
"I... I..." I stuttered.
He placed a finger on my lips, "You don't have to say it now."
I smiled slightly, "Okay."
Knocking on his door, I shouted, "Ed, I'm coming in."
"Go away!" He shouted back.
"I thought we were friends, you've wound my heart!" I exclaimed.
"You're talking like Adrian now and frankly, you've wounded my heart." He exclaimed back.
Deciding it was enough sweet talk since I was slightly pissed, I picked the lock with a bobby pin and let myself into the room before locking it.
"So that's why you don't want people in your room huh?" I asked, a little amused at the scene in front of me.
His room was a complete utter horrible mess. His bedsheets were on the floor, clothing lying everywhere, lamp was overturned, curtains drawn and him, sitting in a corner, knees to chest. I sighed.
"What are you doing here? Please, just go..." He asked, softening his tone, pleading me instead.
"Well, I'm here to talk to you." I replied blandly and started reorganising the mess made.
He kept his silence and I spoke again, "Why else do you think I'm here for?"
He still said nothing. I rolled my eyes before sitting next to him and whispered, "I don't expect you to blurt anything out. Frankly, I wouldn't. But... I'm willing to talk to you about my past and listen to yours. Whenever you're ready, just start."
He looked at me and rolled his eyes but still kept his silence.
"Guess I'll go first then..." I mumbled and started fiddling with my fingers, "I'm not good at telling stories and this is one of the first time I'm telling someone about me so do forgive me if I say it in any matter that's offensive. Great, I'm rambling... Really sorry so anyways I'll begin now... I'm the only child in my family. Since young, I enjoyed life, I thought that life was great..." I snorted at that thought before continuing, "Adrian was like my childhood best friend, my parents were awesome people... But I guess life made it a mission to ruin it all and turn it upside down. It was a night, few minutes I bet... Everything changed..." I broke off, the memory of it came into my mind and I gasped for air.
A warm and large hand squeezed mine but I refused to meet his eyes, "I was told to hide in a hideout designed by my parents. They told me it was a game. Hence, I thought it was a game. In that hideout, I can see the entire house without being seen. It's kind of like a two-way mirror... Anyways... I... I... My parents were killed in front of me. The end." I finished off. His gave me a big hug.
"I never knew... I'm so sorry I made you relive this..." He apologised and ran his hand through my hair. I smacked his hand away.
"Don't do that." I scowled. He put both his hands up and sighed.
"I guess it's my turn...I know to you it seems like I'm good at what I do but I don't love what I do... Sometimes, I just wonder what it would be like if I was not a Prince. If I don't have the weight of the world on my shoulder... My father is not who he seems... I'm his only heir and I know he loves me but the trainings are really tough... He is very tough on me. I'm broken, Olivia. That's not the worst part. What's worse is that, I fell in love with a girl I can never have... My parents said that I have a girl that they think is suitable for me. But I don't want her... I want the girl I love..." He trailed off and ran a hand through his hair.
"Who?" I whispered, feeling that I know who it is.
"Grace." He whispered back and I smiled.
"Well, talk to them about it? Approach your mother before your father? Seek for her approval first if it'll be easier?" I shrugged my shoulders.
He kept his silence. "You can't always think and bottle up your feelings... No one will know them, after all we're not physically a part of you... You have to speak up and fight for what you want. You can't shut people out because you're stressed. They're all worried about you. So was I... But sometimes, just let go of what you think and just feel. Go for the heart and not the mind." I smiled at him and squeezed his hand. "So, are you ready to face the world?" I asked.
He took a deep breath before nodding his head, "Okay."
I rolled my eyes and stood up, "You need more conviction."
"What?" He furrowed his eyebrows.
"You're a Prince. If you want people to believe in you. You've got to start believing in yourself first. So, are you ready to face the world?" I asked again with a hand outstretched.
He looked at my hand for a few seconds before grabbing it firmly, "Let's go." I smiled and helped him up.
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Yes! And that's a wrap!
I hope you like this chapter! Thanks for reading and I'll try to update as soon as possible!
~Herondale
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Prodigy Agent 09
AksiOlivia Thorn, an ordinary girl who had witnessed her parents inevitable death at the age of 5. Now, at the age of 16, she is Agent 09, a top agent of 'Protection' also known as the Prodigy Agent. She made it through the program at the youn...
