Mystery of Natasha Adirohja In Relation To Firobanzir The Great.

17: Misheal's Confirmation

Misheal panicked as she saw him walk out of the room they both were. Questions hovered in her head. "Was he like this after a personal conversation?", "That was strange". She stood up and left the room they both were. With the realization of Prince Denning's marital state still ringing in her head. She lost track of her steppings and was about landing on the ground "oh my Goodness! She whispered as the fear of falling on the hard floor was already dawning on her. She suddenly felt a hand saving her from hitting the ground. Emotions of relief flushed her mind as she thought it might have been probably Prince Denning's hand. Back on her feet she checked out to see her savior was none other than the imaginary man of her dreams.

An uncomprehending look in his eyes as he tried to imagine what she might be thinking. She tried to say a word but she was lost for it, "thank you" she managed to say and left him and went away.

Damien only walked away to meet the rest of the bodyguards who were now with Prince Denning in a big resting room and were seen all laughing and talking at some random joke. Damien asked Prince Denning, "Your highness? How much longer are you staying in Firofines?"

At this, every head turned in his direction in surprise as to thinking the question almost sounded rude, except for Prince Denning who only now faced the floor. "As long as I get exactly what I want Damien" Prince Denning walked up to him "Nadesh that is" he whispered in his ears. "Mmmmmm" Damien's expression immediately changed to a teasing one as he nodded at his boss. "You've got this one Prince" he smiled. Prince Denning only searched his face to decipher his feelings for Misheal and went away.

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Hours after the chattering in the rest room. Damien saw Misheal walk up to the veranda of the hallway corridor. It was night already and Damien thought of what would make her come down the hallway veranda. He was not the guard of the Firofinese palace and could not criticize anyone. He was only a body guard and meant to look out for schemes of attack on Prince Denning. But the Princess was one of the harmless people he had known in Firofines .

Misheal was in an elegant night ware and was just about to get a pull of the flower she had planted, she felt so restless that she could not sleep. "Any thing the problem, your majesty?" Damien's husky voice sounded from behind, and that she was startled was an understatement, she slipped off as a result of her flinching.

That was the first time she practically heard his voice, she had only always seen his mouth moving gestures from a distance. How she knew his name only happened to be because he was the head of Prince Denning's guards and his name was always mentioned at a point or the other.

He pulled up her hands and raised her body from the ground "I hope you are fine ma'am I'm sorry for the startling, pardon my bad manners. Next time, I'ld remind myself you're a goddamn hurtless princess" he smirked. "wait a minute are you flattering me?" She smirked back.
At that point he seemed to be searching for words "did that sound like flattering? I didn't have such intentions. It's just what I've observed for a second time today, you have panic attacks". He later stopped to think if she was bothering about something. "You seem restless Princess Misheal, anything the problem?". 'You can always talk with me any time you want to".

How did he know my name, so he knows my name, woaw, Prince Denning must have been right about him liking me.

"Huh , restless?" She came off from her thoughts. Damien lowered his eyes to study her countenance "I'm not restless, just came to check these flowers" she said and walked away frantically. Damien only stared behind her and left