Unexpected

12 | Royal Bed Privilege

Dedicated to Noelle (mendlering) for being the lovely writer she is and writing several of my favorite books.

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"I didn't peg you for a lace panty-wearing type of girl," he said as he held on to the piece of fabric with his fingertips. 

"Give me that," I hissed at him. 

He seemed to deliberate the thought for a second and then smirked and said, "No. I'll hold on to it much longer. When I have something for you to do, and you do it successfully, then I'll give you this tiny scrap of fabric."

"So basically, you're blackmailing me," I said and glared at him.

"No," he said simply, while shrugging his shoulders. "I'm merely bartering."

"Screw you," I said and walked away from him, fully knowing that he won't give in easily.

He just laughed and jumped on my bed, sighing in content.

"Hey!" I walked back towards my bed. "Who said you could lie on my bed?!"

He flipped over so his face was turned toward me and smirked.

"No one," he said with his smirk. "But your bed is so darn comfy."

"So?" I pressed. He had no freaking right to lie on my bed. Even my brothers haven't laid down my bed for one second.

"This is part of the barter, munchkin," he said and laughed.

I only glared at him and sat on my beanbag.

"Anyway, I'm hungry," he said. "Can you please get me something to eat?"

I glared at him even more. The nerve of this boy. "And why would I do that?"

"Because I said so," he said.

"So?"

"So you have to do everything I say if you want to get your lacy number back," he said and chuckled.

"Urgh!" I grunted and ran my hands through my hair.

Footsteps approached the door to my bedroom and I peeked to see the people walking so loud.

"Hey guys! Come on, let's hang over here," Nate said to my brothers.

They were both wide-eyed and even hesitant to enter my room.

"So this is what it looks like now," Lewis said as he scanned my room.

My brothers have never entered my room. They knew that my bedroom was off-limits but now that the arse on the bed invited them, they looked really amazed.

"How come you got the awesome room?" Harry said with a frown.

"Yeah, that's totally unfair," Lewis said.

"Well I'm older," I said and grinned at them.

"Wait, you guys haven't been inside her room before?" Nate asked, looking completely weirded out. "You live in the same house and you've never been in here?"

"No," both of my brothers answered.

Nate had a huge grin on his face and said, "Well, let's get this tour starting. First stop, the bed. Hop in, guys!"

Nate patted the bed and waited for them to jump on it but my brothers only walked slowly toward it as if it was some kind of fragile thing.

"But... but Maisie was the only one allowed on the bed," Lewis said and at the mention of her name, my face completely darkened. Nobody has said that name in years and I wanted it to be that way but now that I've heard it again, I just wanted to throw up but I remained still on my beanbag. 

"Well, the rules have changed boys," Nate said with a smirk on his face. "Anyway, Maisie's not here right now so she'll never know we also have Royal Bed Privilege."

He looked at me and smirked but my face remained emotionless.

"Anyway, hey Winter, can you please get us some food," Nate asked, clearly not reading the signs that I wasn't in a good mood. "The boys and I are having a party and you're invited and Maisie's invited as well so just call her and we'll get this party going."

"Get your own damn food," I snapped, glaring furiously at him. "And you can call Maisie from her grave yourself."

I walked out and blindly followed my feet to where it wanted to go. I wandered around the palace and wiping away the tears from my eyes. After minutes of walking, I found myself in front of a particularly familiar door--Maisie's. It was pure white and had a gold doorknob. I touched my shaking hands on the cold metal and turned the knob. The room was all girly, with Maisie's white bed and cream wallpaper still intact. Of course, they wouldn't let this room go to waste. I opened the closet and all her clothes were still neatly stacked and hanged and some of them probably fit me if I tried them on.

I sat on the soft bed and hugged her pillow and grabbed a photo frame from the nightstand. I haven't seen a picture of her for a long time as well. I just couldn't bear it and now I felt the familiar ache in my heart and knew what I had to do. Get out.

I ran to the frozen lake, my ice skates in hand and put them on as tears flowed down my cheeks. I slid gracefully on the ice and spun until I'm dizzy and slid on the ice and probably bruised my knees. But I needed more. I spun again and again and again and accidentally slid and cut my palm from the sharp edge of the ice, blood was gushing from the wound. I stayed sat on the ice, shaking and crying and not minding the cold.

"Hey," someone called.

I faced up and saw Nate, worry lurking on his face.

"Come on. That's enough," Nate said. "Let's get your wound fixed up."

He grabbed me and tried to get me up but I was shaking my head. I didn't want to get up.

"We'll just sit there," he said while pointing on the rocks at the edge of the lake. I nodded and let him carry me as I clung to him like a vine, crying.

He sat us there and held my left wounded hand and tied a piece of cloth.

I sniffled and said, "Where did you get that?"

"I tore it from my shirt," he said and held the edge of his shirt for me to see.

"You didn't have to," I said.

"I kinda did," he answered. "Your wound would get infected or you could bleed to death if I don't tie a cloth there."

I just stared at my hand and the now bloody piece of cloth.

"I'm sorry for saying what I said earlier," he said. "I was being stupid."

"No it's fine. It's not your fault you don't know..," I trailed off. "You... you don't know who she is."

He just looked at me with his worried brown eyes, scanning my face.

"How are you feeling?" he asked.

"I think you already know," I said with a smirk. "Sorry about your shirt."

"Nah. You'll just buy me a new one," he said.

I gave him a sad smile and we both sat there in the cold, snuggled to one another.

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So the sister's finally out! Anyway, I'm feeling really terrible right now and I'm crazy enough to think that putting a weird-looking face mask on my face would make me feel better. Yeap, I'm mad.

As I'm writing, (with rose water face mask on me and having denied the capability to talk) I'm actually cursing all my subjects in uni right now. Biology 2 just made us plant freaking monggo seeds and we're dissecting a freaking cockroach and toad next week. UGH. Anyway, there's actually one class that I love (so far)--English 2 College Writing. It's just so awesome. Sorry for ranting guys but seriously, I'm really annoyed. I think you can relate to me right now at some point.

Watching Grease get off some of my fury. Even though this is the first time I'm going to watch it again because... well, it's a long tragic story.

love you!