The Unsolved Mystery #Wattys2019

Chapter Fourteen - Day with Royals

If you want to conquer fear, don't sit home and think about it. Go out and get busy.

- Dale Carnegie

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Amayraah woke up in some girl's bedroom probably because the walls were of pink color. Her stomach growled again. Jesus Christ, what was wrong with these persons? She looked at her swollen hand on which bandage was tied.

She wiped the tears which had cascaded in her eyes and dragged herself out of the bed. She looked in the mirror in restroom. Amayraah had turned pale. Everything was mess, the hair, the people, the life.

Amayraah massaged her body with fruit gel in the warm shower. She remembered her mother's line, Calm down baby! Everything will be alright. She took some deep breaths as she washed her hair and removed the dirt.

She put on the bathroom robe hanging there, her hairs wrapped in a towel. The moment she came out of bathroom, her eyes landed on the face she hated most. George. His lips were curved into a smirk.

Two things she knew about this person was that he was cruel and he didn't had any manners. Like who barges into girl's room that too without knocking?

George couldn't believe his eyes. She was so much alike her.

"O Princessca; I missed you!" He said after checking her from head to toe.

Missed me? The fuck. Amayraah ignored him as she went towards mirror. She let her hairs down and dried them.

George despised for being ignored. The temper of his mind rose, the next moment he picked her and placed on bed. George' mind was reminding him continuously that she is Amayraah and not Alice.

Amayraah gave a disgust look as he was not staring her eyes but her body and it was then she realized she had no clothes just the robe. He caressed her hand softly and told, "You will like this Princessca. It is one of my favourite design.

"You know why I told him to make this on you?" He asked.

"No. Why?" she asked, keeping her voice barely loud.

"This is a beautiful butterfly. Just like you. But butterfly doesn't gets freedom for long and in your case it's similar. You would now be caged just like that butterfly and your wings would be cut. You will be kept here to entertain as long as we wish." Hearing his words made her froze. Seeing her panicked, he chuckled. Asshole.

"My my Princessca.." he leaned further and placed kisses all over her face. Shiver ran down on Amayraah's spine as his lips brushed her ears and he murmured, "The things I want to do with you, you know Princessca, you could lose virginity any moment" She jolted.

"Relax sweetheart" he said and pushed few strands of hair behind her ear. He got up immediately saying, "But this is not the right time."

Bipolar! I wanted to scream on his face. "You better hurry your ass up and wear the clothes lying there on table. I want you to meet my family and all are waiting for you down" He said and left.

Amayraah picked up clothes he had left for her. He barged again and said, "The reason I am happy today is my cousin Caroline is here. You two can go to shopping and have lots of fun but if you try to run then am going to split the neck of someone close to you. Is that understood?"

George closed the door behind him as his face dropped, 'Amayraah, you are not meeting my family, but your death. Sorry! I really have no option'.

Amayraah heard a knock on the door. Knock? But George never knocks.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"Madam, my name is Maria and I have bought icebag for you" the answer came. Recognizing it lady's voice, Amayraah allowed her to come in.
"Madam, shall I remove those bandage?" She asked.
"Yes please."
She carefully removed the bandage. Amayraah looked at the tattoo. Her hand was swollen because of the fresh tattoo. It was really beautiful but she remembered George' threat. You would be caged and kept here as long as I want. The tattoo reminded her of harsh reality and the unbearable pain she suffered.

A voice interrupted her train of thoughts. "Madam this is ice bag for you. You can put it now on your wrist. You will feel better" the lady said.

Amayraah took the ice bag from her and put it on my hand. "Thank you" she murmured .

"If you just need anything you can just call me by dialling #2 on intercom" she said. Amayraah looked here and there to search intercom. "Its placed in that corner" the lady said pointing. "Sure" she said smilingly.

"Umm Maria, my hand is paining a lot and it's my right hand so I was wondering if you can help me with my hair" Amayraah asked.

"Sure, why not. You wear the clothes. I will just be back in a minute" she said.

She went somewhere till then Amayraah changed into new clothes. In few moments, the lady emerged along with a hair dryer in her hand.

Amayraah sat on chair as the lady dried her hair. Maria gently brushed and removed knots from Amayraah's hair.

"Since how long you have been working here?" Amayraah asked.

"Since a long time, Ma'am. Almost 16 years. My husband is one of the guards of this palace" she replied.

Umm. She has been working since sixteen years. She must be very loyal then. She won't help me from getting out.

"So who all stay here?" Amayraah asked.

"Prince George. Princess Caroline and Princess Caroline' mother, The highness, Victoria along with several maids and guards" she said.

So that psycho has no wife, I suppose. I wanted to ask about Alice to her but she seemed to loyal to George and his family.

"Ma'am your hair is done. You really look beautiful" Maria complimented.

"Thank you, Maria. I really don't know what I would have done without you" she said her genuinely.

Before she spoke anything, the intercom rang. Maria picked up the caller. "Yes your highness..... Ya she's done... Okay...... I will bring her.....sure" she spoke eyeing her.

"Everyone is waiting for you down. Let's go" Maria said.
Amayraah took a deep breath and followed her.

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