*Two weeks later*
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, leaning my head against his shoulder. We often come here, the both of us. It's our own quiet place.
He took his hand to my hair, rubbing it softly. The feeling of his hand on my hair and soft caresses of the river breeze against my skin made me feel at ease.
Him? You must be wondering who I'm talking about.
Him. The prince. Luciano.
Shocking right?
Well, let's just say a lot has happened in the past two weeks.
After I has taken my medication for a few and was able to get back on my feet without help, I went to the Prince and confessed my feelings to him.
It was one of the weirdest moments of my life. That would definitely be a moment I would never forget.
*Flashback*
*Two weeks ago*
I took a heavy breath and open the door slowly, peeking into the hall to see the guards standing at the door of the prince room.
I heaved out a heavy breath for the umpteenth time and walked out of the room slowly, shutting the door behind me.
I squeezed my fingers together nervously as I approached the guards, my heart racing faster than ever.
"Hi, I.... I would... Like...to...see...to see the prince." I crossed my fingers together as I stuttered helplessly.
They both stared at each other for a few seconds like they were communicating through their minds before Killian turned around and knocked on the door, stepping into the room after hearing the Prince's deep voice approving his entrance.
I closed the door very slowly behind me, took a deep breath before turning around and walking to the middle of the with my eyes glued to my feet.
"Good afternoon my prince." I greeted in a small voice, twisting my fingers together.
As usual I received no response.
I moved my eyes up when I heard movements from him. He moved close to the table resting his hands on it before speaking in a very cold voice that sent shivers down my spine making me nervous than ever. "What do you want?"
"I...I.. I just... I'm.. love.. sorry.. I.." I shut my mouth and closed my eyes tightly, trying to calm my nervous breathings and my which was racing faster than a horse.
I swallowed the large gulp in my throat before finally speaking. "I love you."
Silence settled in the room for about thirty seconds and when I realized how stupid I sounded I shook my heart lightly before speaking. "I mean, I..I love you just like you love me. Like...I.... I also have feelings for you." I stopped and took a deep heavy breath, lifting my head to stare at him.
Luciano sat back against his chair, his left hand resting on the handle of the jaw with his fingers on his jaw. His right hand remained on the table, drawing invisible circles on it, his full gaze resting on me.
He should say something." My subconscious whispered in my head. Maybe he doesn't understand what I'm talking about.
"I know this might sound weird, absurd, but..I..I do love you." I began explaining. "I must have lied about my feelings to you but I.. I was scared. I was scared of everything. I just wanted to believe that it was all wrong, I was trying to convince myself that it was a mere infatuation but.. but.. It's not what I thought it was. Now, I've fallen for you and it's so hard to believe to ignore, it's so hard trying to pretend it's not true. I love you and it hurts so much to see you mad at me for rejecting your feelings. I.. I do love you." It was when I stopped I realized I've been holding my breath. I planted my eyes on my feet, squeezing my fingers together as I tried to steady my breaths.
My breath hitched in my throat when I heard him stand up from the chair, taking slow strides towards me.
He stopped, standing very close to me, with just a few inches separating us. He took his hand to my jaw, raising my face up to look at him.
His hand traveled to my face, tucking my hair behind my ear slowly. His hand moved to the injury on my head, which was already healing.
"Have you been taking your medications?" He asked, his hand still caressing the wound.
I furrowed my brows in confusion at his question. We weren't talking about that, were we? "Uhh.. yes,"
"I don't think so." He muttered, staring at it with uncertainty. "This must have definitely affected your brain."
My brows rose immediately as I stared at him in surprise. What is he implying?
"I think you should go take more rest, you definitely need it. Come on, go." He said and held my shoulders, pushing me to the door.
"I... I.. I.. wait! I know what I'm saying! I'm perfectly fine!" I protested, trying to move away from him.
"No, you're not." He insisted in a calm voice pushing me closer to the door.
"Wait! I'm serious! I'm fine! Perfectly fine! Just look at me! I'm okay."
He didn't respond, instead he kept on pushing me to the door. With all the strength I could muster, I turned around and without thinking I grabbed his face and kissed him. He ceased his actions, his hands stayed on my shoulders for a few seconds before sliding down to my waist, then he kissed me back.
*End of flashback*
That was how it all started. Our love story started right there.
Luciano never failed to prove his love to me for the past two weeks. And I must say I've definitely added more weight, cause I've been eating very good food like never before.
Of course, there would always be Sabrina. She came to me and threatened me to stay away from the prince or else she was gonna blah blah blah.
I can't remember all she said but I know for sure, she was going to carry out all her threats.
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"I don't know what to do Elliot, I don't know! Luciano has finally gone insane!" Axel yelled, pacing around the throne room furiously.
"Will calm down brother, and take this little advice." Elliot asked calmly, standing opposite Axel with his hand crossed behind him.
"What advice?" Axel asked, his nose flaring in anger.
"Kill her."
"Huh?" The king stopped and stared at him in disbelief.
"Yes Axel. That's the only way to have your son back."
Axel took a deep breath before asking in a calm voice. "How do I go about it?"