Cold Stone Prince

Chapter 9 : Queen of Ice

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"Shit," Blood, all I saw was blood dripping from a cut. "Da- Danyon?!" I screamed, as I scanned the whole bathroom for a first aid kit.

"Top shelve, on the right." Danyon said, while holding his injured hand and nodding towards the counter tops at the corner of the bathroom.

I quickly went inside the bathroom, not even bothering to say sorry for barging in.

"What the fuck happened?" I said while opening the aid kit box, and rummaging trough it searching for the right tools.

He didn't answer as he kept looking at the blood that keeps dropping. He looks terrified?..

"Danyon? Can you hear me?" He quickly snapped from the gaze and look deep into my eyes. Oh no. "I'm going to lightly dabbed it with an alcohol. Is that okay?" Danyon didn't answer me instead he kept his eyes on my eyes as I said those words, afraid to look at his palm.

Alright I take that as a yes, when I did dabbed an alcoholic-cotton on his cut he winched at it. He looks at me frowning, I smiled apologetically at him. Seems like he didn't hear what I said earlier.

When I plastered his cut with a bandage, he suddenly said. "The door's latch-bolt, I grazed on it when I entered." I chuckled at his clumsiness. Well when I look over to the door, the latch-bolt was there laughing at us.

"Well, fuck that latch-bolt." I said to him, I saw his shocked expression as I swear in front of him. But that expression then changed into a warm one, as he looks deeply into my eyes.

"Thank-"

Suddenly the door went blasting open again, and a blonde chick stood there with a Gucci bag. "Danny boo!! I'm here!" She screamed as she stepped inside the bathroom and stepped in front of my face without looking at me and said. "You there, maid, get lost." I should've been angry, instead I laugh at her for being so loud and frank, and oh God. Her eye-liner looks awful, she probably had a bumpy ride.

I look over to the door frame now, where Giselle stood in the middle, sharing me a look that says 'You're being to honest.' Isaac looking really uninterested, and Andrew.. being Andrew.

"Oh, look what happened to you hand? Did she did this to you to seduce you, so she can put a bandage and kiss on it?" The girl, starts rambling about the last thing I would do. "Let's take this off, you did a bad job maid, you're fired." She did a great job making me and the rest laugh.

Danyon was beyond pissed, he stormed out of the bathroom and went into one of the bedroom.

"It was your fault maid." She said no facing the mirror, rummaging through her bag. She didn't look at me once. I bet she can recognize the new Prada coats I am wearing. "Well what are you waiting for? Go away-" She said as she now facing the mirror looking at me trough the mirror while holding a lipstick. "Where did you get that coat?! I thought you were a maid?!"

Giselle then walked in-front of me and dragged me out of the bathroom. "Who's the lunatic?" I asked her.

"That's Aleta. Aleta Stevens, the ambassador's daughter." Giselle said, she knows her? What is she doing here? Is she Danyon's girlfriend? "We meet at formal occasion, and no she's not Danyon's girlfriend. As you can see, she's obsessed with Danyon and Gucci bags." Giselle continued.

"What is she doing here? I thought this was just for the five of us." Though I'm not the right person to say that, I'm a tag-along after all.

"Apparently, circumstances comes with responsibilities." Giselle said after sighing. Wait, what does that mean? So, Missy Aleta here is the circumstances?