SLAVE OF THE HEART

Wild Wild Vasheronne Part 1

"The Victor train has LEFT the building!" The owner of the name exclaimed as he ran out of his best friend's room. He was wearing exercise gear.

Rajab followed, shaking his head at his friend.

"Did you even talk to her?"

"Nope!" Victor begun, "but, could you ask her when she takes a break from her 'Princess' Classes?"

Rajab glared at his friend before walking away.

"C'mon mate! please stay? I don't have ANYONE to play with. Please?"

"Na-ah! Have fun!"

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Rajab walked along the corridors counting chamber doors to her room. He couldn't help wondering why she was back NOW.

Talk about bad timing!

He couldn't hear much. He remembered walking into the breakfast room on his parents and Victor's parents talking about her.

She must be really important

He didn't have much of a life, neither did he have much of a social life since military school and going undercover. He had an elder broyhe who was happily married. He had claim to the throne but he was too happy with his wife, a Princess from Russia who was following older siblings. She was not in line for the throne because she was female and she had many brothers.

Having a big brother helped keep Victor off the radar.

He was able to train and infiltrate rebel camps and he rarely blew his cover. It had happened once and they had to fake his death.

That was a dangerouslife to live.

He could hear the seat scraping against the floor when he finally walked into the chambers of Her Highness Princess Vasheronne.

"How am i supposed to eat... this is not fair. I am starving and i can't even reach my food!"

"You'll find a way."

Rajab walked to the table as Vasheronne struggled with the chsir. Eventually, she fell, her body still tied to the chair.

"Whoa!"

"Can anyone please help me up?"

Rajab was trying hard not to laugh but... it was so funny.

"Mulan, do you think she needs to eat like that?" he asked, giggling.

"Of course! She's beautiful, but her slouching... no, she'll not marry a prince if she keeps up this way!"

"Thank you Yvonne... hello Raj. I am trying to be comfortable..."

"Ditch tge scarf. Just eat. Yvonne, please untie..."

"Yvonne, don't untie her."

"Untie her."

"Don't untie her."

"Can I just learn to dance ALREADY?" Vasheronne huffed, sliding under the scarf and to the floor.

"Well, I guess it's clear who I am listening to. Raj, step up and help Vasheronne by being her partner. Now, I want you to wear these shoes Vasheronne."

"What? I can't stand in 6-inch heels!"

"Just try them on. Please."

Vasheronne stared at them then sighed. She slid her foot in then suddenly took off running.

"Great! Now i will have to find her. Thanks guys!" Rajab called, taking off. This was great, just great!

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"Wild! I am wild! I dance with the wind and sing in the rain!" Vasheronne yelled as she kicked the football only to scream in pain.

"My toe! My TOE!"

"Ronne, talk to me! Are you okay?" he asked, kneeling next to his sister as she rocked back and forth in pain. Rajab ran in at that moment and scowled.

"How Victor? HOW?!"

"She wanted to be wild. I let her be wild."

Rajab scooped her up and started to leave. She cradled her face into his chest.

Victor was left staring in surprise.

Did Rajab know that he was falling in love with Vasheronne?

Or was that the plan?

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"Mum... dad... why does Rajab always spend time with Vasheronne? Is he in love with her?"

The two exchanged a look. "Huh?"

"He's all over-protective towards her. You'd think that he's been told they are meant to be together!"

"What if they are?" Naimah called from across him. "I mean, have you seen how he looks at her? He is in love with her!"

"Do you think they are in love?" Queen Charonne asked quietly. Her husband, Prince Laban looked at their children before shrugging his shoulders.

"They'll kiss all over, have babies and grow old together."

"Yuck!" Naimah said, trying hard not to throw up.

"You like Rajab, stop pretending!"

The children kept arguing, making their parents ignore them.

When their children were not watching, they shared a secret smile.

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Rajab pushed some hair away from her eyes.

"You okay?"

She nodded, smiling at him before biting her lower lip anxiously. "I am sorry I ran away like that. I feel like it's too late for me..."

"It's not too late..." he trailed off, seeing her grin.

"Why are you so nice to me? And don't say it is because i am a celebrity."

He flipped his hair, making her giggle. She reached out for his hair, smoothing it. He closed his eyes as her skin touched his.

"You're a nice person and... we are family friends. And i like helping pretty girls like you."

She laughed, "I wonder where that came from."

He caught her palm and kissed it's back. Their eyes met and held. He started to draw closer.

The door flew open and there stood Devonne.

"Hey... did i interrupt anything?"

"No. I was on my way out just now. See you later Vasheronne."

With that he strode out of her room and headed down to the gym room.