Hidden Princess

Chapter 2: Drunken stupor

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sound of a fist being knocked on a door was heard all around the area. If there were any neighbours around, they would surely complain about the noise, but there weren't any people around the place.

"Open the door! I said open the bloody damn door!" A male sound echoed the surrounding and woke up Tatyana during her peaceful sleep. She walked out of her bedroom, her eyes seeing nothing but mist. To be aware of her surroundings she had to touch the things around to guide her path. One would think that the consistent shouting would stop but no. The man kept shouting at her front door bringing her senses to life and also bringing out her anger.

  "Listen here mister, I don't give a damn about who you are. Just who do you think you are to come knocking on my property at the middle of the night?" When she opened the door, she was met with the 'powerful prince of Metuza' lying passed out on her front porch. She shook her head and face-palmed herself not believing that she had met him again a few hours later.

A good kick in the ribs was enough to bring the prince back to reality and out of his daze. When he looked up, he was met with the frown on her face and he could just imagine the steam coming off from her. Maybe I should have gone somewhere else? Who cares. I'm the prince and she has to obey my command.

He got up on his feet and looked at the girl in front of him for a second before walking, rather stumbling in the cottage. Tatyana stood at the doorstep inhaling and exhaling, to calm herself down before she did anything that she would end up regretting afterwards. After about three rounds, she cleared her throat and banged her fist on the door to catch the drunken Prince's attention.

"Excuse me. But who gave you the permission to get in my house? Cause I do not have any recollection of welcoming you in, your Highness." Her voice was calm and steady trying not to unleash her anger. But, it seems like Darryl didn't appreciate her kindness as he turned a deaf ear to what she was saying and opened the door to her bedroom to plop himself on her bed.

"Inhale, exhale. Oh that's it. He's finally pushed the big red button now." With that, she bursted in the bedroom and pushed 'His highness' off the bed to the cold hard cement floor. He snapped back to his senses and looked at her with eyes filled with sleepiness and a tiny bit of innocence. But Tatyana had had enough and she didn't give in to the puppy dog eyes he was giving her.

"Listen here Darryl, you will sleep on the sofa or else I will kick your princely butt out of this place! Am I understood!"

"But, I'm a priiince, I do whatever I waaant. Get me on my warm beeed." The so called prince whined at the top of his voice. Her eye twitched in annoyance as she took small steps towards the prince.

"I see that someone is itching for a beating no? If you don't want me teaching you your manners, you better sleep on that sofa before I count to three. I don't care that you are the prince of this goddamn kingdom but when you're in my house, you go by my rules." Darryl's body trembled in terror with the way her tone was dangerously low.

"1."

Weighing his choices, actually he had no other choice. If he had to go back to his horse, first of all, he didn't even know where the horse was. So, that left him to listen to her commands.

"2."

Just having one number left to three, he quickly got up on his feet to drop himself on the sofa not that far away from him. With just landing on its soft cushion, he fell fast asleep forgetting what had happened.

Tatyana looked at the prince and shook her head for the second time that night. Such a pain in the a- I mean rear end. She slowly climbed up on her bed and covered herself with her duvet of blankets ready to go back to sleep.