SwaRon: The Fairy-Tale Affair

9. Stay Forever and Ever

Sharon's POV

Dazed by the thoughts, I had fallen asleep. I didn't have the strength to fight back emotions when my body did not support me. It was sore. I felt my entire body under the impact of pain - too much pain.

I was alerted as I could the faint footsteps, approaching me. Fear gripped me as I felt my body shivering at the recent knowledge. But my eyes denied opening up. Eyelids too heavy to lift and I wanted to scream, call out someone. Maybe, guards, Dad, Mother, or my Swayam. Oh! How I had forgotten he wasn't mine, though. If he was, I wouldn't have been denied the access of truth. Pain enveloped me as I was still searching for reasons - of him hiding things from me - and the incidents that took place in my absence.

Suddenly a familiar fragrance engulfed me. Welcoming. Soothing. Calm. And with an instant I knew it was him. It was Swayam - My Swayam. I snapped out as soon as I mistook him to be mine. No he was a Prince and this person, I didn't know him.

A gentle touch across my face crept. His fingers trembled with fear that pricked me. Cautiously, he held me while his lips softly dropped onto my forehead. While my fingers itched to ruffle his silky strands of hair that rested along mine on the top my head raking through his arms and embracing myself into his protection; though my mind simply and strongly opposed. The kiss was warm and healing though his lips trembled against my skin. His simple touch could emote so much and so expressively. Desperation spread across my veins as he started to move back. I hated him yet a part of me still longed for him. I hated myself for being this helplessly in love with him. I heard him hum something into my ears as he continued to stroke the bruises on my wrist. The tormenting sensation wash across every cell of my existence but so did the healing power of his touch. I was still playing asleep with my eyelids closed yet he caressed my wounds with delicateness of his trembling fingers as though he could see me shrieking.

"You have suffered and I need to remember all your wounds, all the bruises that has caused you pain. Because there's someone who has to pay for all of this. And I will make it happen. I promise, love."A soothing whisper splashed across my skin along with a burning teardrop on the back of my palm as he held it.

Kissing on the knuckles, he spoke something that I couldn't understand yet his words seemed to be dripping with promises - words of assurance. And soon he was gone. His touch withdrawn, his fragrance fading away and emptiness took over me.

I stirred, cuddling in a way to hide the tears that were about to spill. I wept trying to let go off the pain that ached my heart. A loving tap on my shoulder made me flinch.

"Sharon, darling are you awake?" I heard my mother's voice laced with concern. Silently wiping off the tears, turned to look at mother. "Yes, mother." And I paused realizing the Royal rules, "I am awake, your highness."

"Mother, sweetheart." Her gentle voice seeped into me - Oh! that's my mother, sweet mother, "Your mother." She added, and confirmed my suspicion, she wasn't here as a Queen - not someone who would glare me to death for royalty.

"Oh! Mother." I pounced onto her lap and lay my head there, whilst she kept gently stroking my head with affection and care. I sighed in relief, this has to be the best place in the world, with or without the wealth that comes along with prestigious title of being ruling family. And the safest, the calmest place - a Mother's shelter.

"You need to stop thinking, my child." She lovingly whispered to me. I looked puzzled at her, "You should rest for now, we would discuss this first thing in the morning." Now I was really getting anxious, a discussion that she wanted to have had to be something really serious and of utmost importance. She wouldn't bring anything up for discussion until and unless she felt it was worth the time and effort, and definitely for everyone's good.