The Prince's Prisoner

Sunday

Yea okay, might do a bit of a warning thing here. Just be cautious of this one.

Chapter 27 - Sunday. Enjoy!

They were both sitting in the private living room. Aria lying on the sofa with her feet kicking in the air against the armrest, reading a book about the different rings of hell; Divine Comedy. Loki was sitting at the desk working through some files.

It was Sunday. Loki had actually decided to pick up on her 'having Sundays to themselves' fake comment, and now actually spent Sunday's within, at least, the same room as her. She expected this to be her sitting in on meetings, but it was actually a time for them to do their own thing, but within each other's company. This did mean she couldn't spend it with Rosie, and it was mostly spent in silence. But there were worse ways she wasted her days away.

A knock at the door dropped their content silence, Aria placing her book down and ruffling her hair. Rosie had styled it rather nicely, two plaits that ran across the middle of her scalp and were pulled up into a high ponytail. It was a sophisticated look, and one Loki had commented nicely upon. She was wearing white shorts, with a thin blue shirt over the top, buttoned down the middle and tucked into the shorts.

"Is there anything I can get for you?" Kieran asked, stepping into view and purposefully turning to Loki, avoiding Aria's lain out form. She rolled her eyes knowing Loki had suggested it.

"A pot of tea and two cups would be lovely," she sung from the sofa, Kieran waiting for Loki to nod before he started leaving. "And some biscuits!" She called after.

Loki waited for it to arrive before deciding that was a good enough time for a break, moving over to the sofa and forcing her to sit up, which was probably better for the tea.

"There's a event in a couple weeks we've been formally invited too" Loki started, earning a surprised look from Aria who had half a Bourbon biscuit shoved between her teeth. "It would not be at one of our houses."

"Right" she replied shortly, mind already whirling. In almost three years, she had not left the closed environments he set out for her. Had not seen guards that were not on his payroll, been served by staff who did not live in the accommodation or close by.

"I intend to make something more of it" he continued, assessing her reactions with an arrogant smirk, lying back against the sofa with his arm out and a cup resting in the other hand. "We will stay in one of our houses for about a week. No work, take a holiday. One night will be spent as the guests of this event, but then we will return to our house and stay the remainder of our time there, before returning most likely here, or somewhere new."

"We wouldn't just stay there?" She questioned, wondering if she could get any hints to where the fuck any of these places were. Everyone had neutral accents, it gave something away.

"It isn't practical for the work I have planned, there are about three locations that would be, not including here" Loki explained.

"And the warnings?" Aria sighed, knowing he wouldn't have mentioned it if it didn't have more of an intention.

"Now you mention it" he joked lightly, letting her gather her own tea before explaining. "You are aware no one there will help you should you request, but these people are very important guests, which is why I agreed. Should I sense something is off, I will leave you locked at the house and I will go myself and put it down to an illness or other commitment. If you are to go, and intend to embarrass our name, I am also not against punishing you centre off the ballroom. I'm not for making a public display of what we have, unless provoked."

"So just act like I did at the last ball, don't ask for help, don't run and don't plan anything" Aria summarised, not being able to take all the contempt out of her tone.