His Little Heir

Making Sense

     It didn't make sense.

     One moment, she was sleeping peacefully, covered head to toe in the black velvet, and the next...
     Well Daya didn't know what happened next.

      "Here, I warmed it up for you," Leon placed the hot bowl in her hands; potato soup.
     "I-I'm sorry, but what?" Daya's eyes darted around, making her dizzy. Did he let himself in?
     "Your soup, Daya."
     "Soup?" Her face twisted in confusion.
     "I brought it for you, but you said it was too cold, so I ,uh, warmed it up." Leon stammered, scratching his head.
     "I-I did?"
     "Daya, are you okay?"
    "I don't know... and please stop calling me Daya; I'd rather use titles for now."
     He raised the back of his hand to her forehead, but her entire body came to life; every bone screamed the same fear in unison:
It didn't make sense.

     "P-Princess, please, I don't want to hurt you. Please don't back away from me, please." The words dripped from his lips as sweet honey, and for a moment, the hive wasn't abuzz with business, or plans; but with emotion.

     "H-How did you get in here?" The sudden determination in her voice was alarming; the sound wasn't her own.
     "You let me in, don't you remember? Y-you were asleep but I knocked on the door a-and-"

The screaming spark of energy that had over taken her left, and Daya's legs were the first to feel the effects. She sunk, her form took on that of a ball.
     "I-I probably did. I'm just so drained that I can't even remember what happened five freaking minutes ago"
     The sound that came was watered down, distorted, and cracked; all of her had been spent.
    
     "Hey, hey." Leon dropped down beside her, and his emerald eyes interlocked with hers, "You're in a new place, you're scared, and heck, you might be getting engaged to a stranger. I may not know how you feel, because I've never been in your position. But Princess, I want to begin understand. I want to understand you; I want to know everything about you from what makes you smile to what makes you tick. I want to know if you lick the bowl when you bake, or-or even if you double dip. Everything. And I know enough to look at you and tell that you want nothing more than to leave, but if you stay, Princess Daya, I'll do my best to make you never want to go."
     "You don't mean that, you never will."
     "I mean every word. Your father is a great leader, and I know he just wants the best for Quishea'-
     Daya snorted. "But what about his daughter, huh? Never seemed to even think once that maybe I didn't want a complete stranger to-to make me carry their child."
     "Daya.. princess I mean, I know you're afraid of me. I see it when you walk, how careful you are in choosing your words, your stutters, and how your face just.. falls every time you see me, and it hurts so much. But I want to make you comfortable, I want to see you happy here. Maybe I do want a child for us in the future, but I would never ever act on that unless you were ready. Please, please let me in, or atleast open the door just a crack. I want to know you, befriend you, and gosh darn it love you until it drives me mad, but I can't do it unless you let me. Please, please let me into your world. Please..."
    
     She looked at the shining emeralds, and one silent tear escaped the seas of green. Daya closed her eyes, and leaned her head against the wall.

     "I guess you don't know." escaped her lips in a whisper.
     "Know what?"
     "It isn't my world, it hasn't been in four years. There's just been... Austin and I's. We, we were engaged, King Leon."
     "You two were... you two were engaged? For how long?" She watched as nervousness wracked his entire body.
     "For about twenty minutes, right up until you called."
    

      It didn't make sense.
   He ran his hands through his hair, then raised his attention back upon her.

    "Princess, I-"
     "Of course, my dad wouldn't tell you. Of course, why make me look less desirable to you, like I'm some kind of prize. Is that it? Just market me like I'm some peice of meat."
     "I'm so sorry."
     
     No tears would come, everything in her was dead, gone, along with the world she and Austin had built together. Daya could feel her body protesting; screaming for food and water as her face reddened.

     "You need to eat something." he furrowed his brow in concern, rose, and passed her the bowl.
     "Oh, I-I'm not hungry." the screams grew louder, but she didn't have the energy to silence them.
     "Then let me run a bath for you, and maybe you can try to eat when you get out?"
Leon extended his hand, and after a moment's hesitation, she took it.

     "I would like that a lot."

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     Will Daya let Leon in??? Sorry that this is a bit shorter than last time, but I just thought that this was a really good place to end it. Thank you so much for reading! See you in the next one. (Part 10 already?) 💜💜