Royal Misfits

Chapter Twenty Five - Battlefield

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Lia woke up a few hours later with a dry throat and blurry eyes, she concluded that it was the effect of the substance that Ethan used to drug her. When her eyes adjusted and she took in her surroundings, familiarity rushed over her as she took in her room. Lia then realised that she was back home at the palace. Once she took time to inspect her room, she decided that she needed to stretch her aching body but when she tried to move, her hands and legs would not comply. That is when Lia realised that her hands and legs were bound to the bed posts and her clothes were replaced with a nightgown. Helplessness descended upon her like a thick blanket.

Lia decided that it would be best not to panic now because she needed to assess her options and next moves. She thought about the past few hours, her father's letter, Ethan's secret conversation, her escape plan, her struggle with Ethan and her phone call with Liz. All she could piece together was that Ethan was behind everything and her family were taken for fools, but she could not figure out why Ethan was doing this. "He was a prince from a well respected and reputed kingdom, he lacked nothing, so why would he take this kind of route to acquire a kingdom? and who changed my clothes?", Lia thought as she struggled with the ropes on her hands.

Lia twisted her hands, in hopes that one of them would slip out from the rope. She didn't care that they were now turning red from the friction between her skin and the rope, she just needed one of them to free her other and then her legs. As she continued to struggle with the rope, Ethan walked in wearing a wide grin.

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Amelia's POV

He walked in, wearing a smile and his royal colours pinned to his suit. He didn't look like the Ethan that I fell in love with. Love was not what I felt for this man before me right now, the only thing that coursed through my veins was anger. Ethan slowly approached my bed and ran his fingertips on my nightgown, "This was my choice. Do you like it?".

My breathing became rapid, I could not stand his touch anymore but here I was, tied to my bed and unable to move, "Do not touch me.", I spat at him. Ethan laughed as he reached for a glass and brought it to my lips, "Here. Drink up.", he said and tilted the glass, which resulted in my nightgown and pillow being drenched with water.

"I will not accept anything that comes from your hands.", I said while spitting the water at him. Ethan expressed his anger by laying his hand on me. The burning sensation from his slap will forever be burned into my memory. "I will not tolerate disrespect. Now, tell me where does your father keep his seal?", He asked as he wiped the water droplets off his face. I made eye contact with him, he needed to know that I am strong, "Why do you need it?". He left my side and began to pace in front of the bed, "To secure my position. You see Princess, not everything is handed to you. Some of us have to work really hard to get what we want. And I want the throne to Ravenswood and I will get it. Growing up in the shadow of four elder princes and being the orphan odd one out, I worked extra hard in everything, just to be considered as a part of their family. But you see, I was sent her on behalf of the eldest. He needed a wife and the King thought that I would be the errand boy. But when I got here, I realised that it wouldn't be so bad to have this all to myself. You can imagine the surprise and anger my brother felt when he learned that you fell in love with me. But hey, he has a kingdom of his own and soon, I'll have mine.", He said as he approached me again, "So, where is that seal?".