Love is: A Battlefield

Chapter 3

I walked inside my room and quickly closed the door before he said or did anything to keep me in his presence any longer. I turned around observed my surroundings. The room was bigger than my previous room. The main door leads into a little sitting room with a bookcase standing next to it. From what I could tell, the bookcase was already filled from top to bottom of books that looked older than the world itself. The walls were painted a dark violet color that complimented the ivory carpet. There wasn't a single painting on any of these walls, maybe they were waiting for my opinion. Although, if you ask me purple wouldn't have been my first choice. However, purple resembled royalty, and I could probably get used to it. On the other side of the sitting room was a small desk with a lamp standing next to it. There was an archway outlined in some sort of white wood that perfectly matched the carpet. I took a step inside to see what else was in store for me. The purple didn't continue into this room. The walls were sky blue. In the center of the room laid an enormous canopy bed. The curtains matched the violet walls in the previous room, as did the covers and pillows. Two wooden nightstands stood on both sides of the bed. There was already a vase of flowers sitting on one.

I saw two doors on opposite sides of the room. I opened one, and lights automatically turned on. I saw an abundant amount of dresses and other outfits. I took a closer look at the different clothes and found sweat pants. Actual sweat pants. I can't remember the last time I got to sweat pants. In the conformity, our nightly uniform was a grey nightgown. I pulled some out of the dresser and quickly put them on under my dress.

"Oh! I feel good." I smiled to myself feeling slightly comfortable. I left them on as I walked over to the other door.

"What's behind lucky door number 3?" I asked myself as I was pulling it open. I saw a bathtub sitting in the corner of the room, a toilet was placed behind a half wall and a cabinet with a sink was placed on the other side of the wall. The walls were the same sky blue as my bedroom. The bathtub, toilet, and sink all had a golden tint to them. I turned back around to my room. I saw a couple of shelves on the wall. What was I supposed to put on them? I didn't have anything I valued. That was all taken away from me as a kid. I sat down on my bed, then fell back making the bed move a little.

"Now what?" I stared at the ceiling until my vision got blurry. I wanted to curl up in a ball and fall asleep. It had been a long day and it was only one o'clock in the afternoon. I had five hours until dinner would be served. I could wander aimlessly in the hallways, but I didn't want to become lost or have someone assume I was poking around. I remembered the desk in the other room. I wondered if it had anything in it. I pushed myself off the bed and made my way to the desk. I saw a small wooden chair pushed in front of it. I pulled the chair out from underneath the desk. I sat in it while straightening my skirt. I don't know how I fit in the chair with the skirt, but I managed. I saw that there was a drawer, but there wasn't a handle. Only a lock and the drawer was definitely locked. I didn't see a key laying around anywhere. Maybe the Prince had it.

I stood up from the chair and saw a doorknob on the wall near the bookcase. That must have been the door to his room. My curiosity took over and I began walking towards the wall. I started imagining what his room would look like. He would have paintings on his walls at least. What would his walls look like? Would he have a king size bed since he was the future king? My hand reached for the doorknob and slowly turned. I heard the door unlatch itself from the wall.

"Another secret passage?" I thought to myself. How many did this place have? I quickly stepped inside and left the door open just in case he was there; I would need an escape route. I peeked my head around the wall to see if he was in there. I didn't see him. I listened long enough to see if he was taking a shower. Nothing. I stepped out of the corner and took in his room. His walls were the same color as mine, but instead of a canopy bed in the middle, there sat a cot in the corner. A lonely nightstand stood next to it. There was a desk in the other corner. It was much larger than mine, it was also covered with papers. I started flipping through the papers. Most of them didn't make much sense, or it was a different language. Then I saw a picture of me, but it was drawn. I wasn't the only muse he had. There was another of a girl, she looked about ten years old. She looked similar to the prince; close relative I thought. A piece of paper fell to the ground. As soon as I saw it, I knew it was his mother. The prince definitely got his looks from his mother.