The Prince And The Bad Boy

15. Liechtenstein, I love you

I lay on the soft, cloud-like mattress with my hair spreading everywhere and my arms stretching long while my legs dangle from the bed. I stare at the gilded ceiling feeling like a royal myself. The room I got to stay here in the palace is a dream.

Size as huge as 4 average bedrooms? Check.
Canopy bed? Check.
Full length paintings that make no sense? Check.
Beautiful architecture which is insta worthy? Check.
Too much golden colour? Check.
A small bronze bell beside the bed? Woah. Double Check.

I hear a knock interrupting me from admiring this beauty.
"Come in." I shout loud to let my voice cover the long distance between the bed and the huge door.

I hear the door opening, closing of the door and someone walking towards me while I don't bother to check who just entered in this little palace of my own.

"I can see you're enjoying yourself, kiddo." I hear the boy smiling.

"Can I take this bed with me? How much would it cost by the way? Is it made of goose feathers?"

"Are you thinking about stealing a mattress from the royal palace? You'll be hanged for this." He throws his body beside me, his head rests on my arm and it's heavy.

Get up, already.

"Not if the very beloved prince of this palace is my friend." My arm doesn't even feel attached to my body anymore. How heavy can he be? I try wiggling my arm from under him.

"You're not getting any special treatments." He watches my struggle to retain my arm back, lifts his rock-head and let it breathe.

Ahh, you're not lost, my old friend. I saved you from this monster.

"Get up, you lazy ass. We're going out." I don't know from where he harnesses this much energy.

"Leave me alone in this heaven. Off you go now." I wave my hand indicating him to go but he grabs it and pulls me up to my feet instantly.

I already feel tired descending the long palace stairs, groaning all the way down. I spot a chair and run to sit my heavy ass on it. My phone buzzes and I remember how long has it been since I last checked my phone. A message from Stalker Monkey pops up.

Stalker Monkey: Hey, beautiful. Missed me? Btw where are you?

Me: Not you again. Why do you care?

Stalker Monkey: I know that you're not at your house. I am worried.

Me: Well, you always tend to know what I am doing or where I am. So you tell me?

Stalker Monkey: Will you just tell me?

I just slide my phone back in my pocket without replying and follow William out.

"We're short on days here so we have to be quick but still can't do everything." He looks excited for our trip and disappointed at the lack of time.

"You don't need to worry. The palace and the mattress already has me impressed. Liechtenstein, I love you." I almost shout out the last line. Hearing this, makes William smile proudly showing how attached he is with his country. And this palace?

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Spending the whole day exploring Vaduz, capital of Liechtenstein, with all its beauty and culture, I was devoured by the beauty of the mundane yet fulfilling life of people here. The small shops selling simple necessary goods, children playing with the man selling balloons, couples walking on the sidewalk holding hands, men and women walking with suitcases in their hands for work.