Chapter Seven

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Chapter seven - rewrite

"How long is not long?"

Vega's P.O.V

Humans are such interesting creatures. I awoke in the middle of a massive bed with white sheets, to the not so wanted company of a massive headache at the back of my head, it had a piece of white fabric wrapped around it and my hair was messier than usual. I struggle to pull my body from the comfortable bed numerous times before I give up and take a few more minutes to rest.

"Woah Woah I don't want to hurt you, honest." I struggle to jump at the sudden new presence in the room when I open my eyes again. He puts his hands up to assure me he wasn't either armed or dangerous. He was the same boy I tried to bite before, he still seemed like royalty which he probably was. The fact that he looked so clean and proud didn't quite help me disagree with my own assumption either. As I make an attempt to speak I clear my throat and notice it was completely dry; due to the fact I hadn't drank any kind of blood or eaten food at all.

"It's alright you don't have to talk." He says. I look down at myself and notice my previous clothes were now replaced by what is considered night gown, long sleeved and white I didn't even notice it until I had moved. It seemed to match the bed sheets pretty well. I stared at it long enough to start wondering. "I-I didn't dress you if you're wondering." He tilted his head once he noticed I started touching the long sleeves trying to study it. "It was our maid who changed your clothes." I nodded. "Thank you." I mumble with a sore voice.

"It's no trouble." He was quick to say. "Is your head alright? You fell pretty hard." I nod again ignoring my disability to speak properly. "H-how long h-?" I try talk in whisper like tone.

"How long have you been here?" He says for me and I nod again. "Not long." He smiles. How in hell am I supposed to know how long is not long? Not long can be forever, or just a few hours. I mean maybe? Did I hit my head too hard?

We sit there in silence before a chubby woman with ginger hair and red freckled cheeks decided to enter the room without any notice with the biggest, sweetest and realest smile I'd ever seen in my life.

And I lived a long life.

Her cheerful attitude distracted your eyes from her messy hairdo and instead it made you want to burst out laughing because that's how much positive energy she carried with her. "Ah Violet you're here," The boy gave in to her presence allowing a big smile make his way to his lips and succeeding to reveal his pearly white teeth. "Get her dressed will ya? For me?" The woman chuckles a laugh and I can't help but smile. "Yes Prince Bentley. Come on darling," she opens her arms up to gesture that I should get up now but due to my body feeling weak as soon as I put my bare feet on the floor and try to keep myself up I fall on my knees on the floor but I manage to get back up with both Violet's and Bentley's help.

It made me feel so pathetic that I needed two people to help me get up.

"It's alright darling hold on to me," she holds on to my forearm and puts her other hand on my side helping me balance myself again. "Now slowly alright?" I nod and smile at her caring voice. Her hand felt anything but soft on my forearm, she had cracked hands which to me indicated that she must work hard; or at least she didn't work little.

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"Amelia, would you mind helping your mother please?" Prince Bentley laid a question to a beautiful also ginger headed girl who seemed around his age. She looked like a younger version of Violet, minus the freckles and the messy hair of course. Her hair was put into two neat shoulder-length braids that only complimented her cheery face more when the prince asked hr t help.

"I wouldn't mind at all!" She answers with a wide smile as she follows her mother who was walking me through the kitchen into which prince Bentley had followed us into for some reason. "Your highness!" She adds with a bow; her light green dress and white apron flowing behind her as she follows us both again.

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"Lovely!" Violet admires her work with her now kind of famous cheerful smile which her daughter possessed as well. I couldn't help but smile widely too as I twirled around and showed off the floral dress Violet and Amelia had put me in. "It is isn't it? You are really pretty too!" Amelia compliments me putting her hands together. I smile and thank her. "You're beautiful too love," I say one f my first sentences but I watch as her smile turns into a frown in an immediate second at the hearing of my words.

"Prince Bentley doesn't think so..." She says but before I can say something, anything to try to comfort her or cheer her up that same smile returns to her face again. "But it's okay, I have mommy her so I'll be alright." I slightly widen my eyes to the fact of how well she could hide her pain with that smile. Who wouldn't love that smile?

"Oh dar-" She cuts me off and with the help of her mother helps me outside of the room at the end of the hall across the kitchen. "Come on darling." Violet tells me.

"Vega, my name is actually Vega ma'am." She widens her smile if it was even possible she looked even happier. "Well then child, you can call me Violet then." I chuckle to the fact that she still hadn't called me by my name.

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