Always Yours

Chapter7

I opened the doors of the King's chamber and the first thing that I saw was the large glass windows that shows the outside part of the Castle, the green grass that has stretched and consumed all the ground. The King's chamber consists of a large living room and two doors at each end, one of the doors may lead to the King's bedroom.

I glanced at the room and I awed at the beauty and the tidiness of the room, it seemed well kept, like no one was living in this beautiful and spacious room, not a single thing was out of place, the built-in-bookshelf that was pushed up in a wall contained many books, two couches faced each other and a coffee table was placed at the middle with a vase that contains a beautiful rose. A large TV was also placed at the middle way of the wall.

I suddenly remembered why I am here and I gnawed at my lower lip and willed myself to calm down, I was panicking and I dread for the consequences that can occur. I looked between the two doors, pointing my index finger on the doors, wondering which door I would take. 

Only a few inches and a turn of my hand, that was what it would take and I would see what was happening to the King, picturing him in pain as someone hit him and kick him made me swiftly open the door and I wished I didn't, there at the center of the room stood the King, with only a towel covering his lower regions as water drop from his wet body down to the floor.

My breath was hinged as I stare at the God before me. His perfectly sculpted body was on display as I take him all in, my eyes darting back and forth on his body.

I widened my eyes and cover my eyes as I try to show some respect, in my mind though was in a different situation, it was imagining the King's perfect, majestic and fine face, my mind was imagining how his face would be so close to mine and how he would kiss me senselessly, it replayed the slight sight of his perfect and refined abs that were so prominent. All the lustful thoughts made my lower regions clench.

He growled lowly as I heard his sharp intakes and from the corner of my eyes I saw his hands clenched in a fist, like he was restraining himself. His eyes were also shifting from gold back to its bluish-green color. I gaped at the change before quickly shaking my head, it must be my imagination.

I didn't even realize that he was in front of me until he wrapped his thumb and index finger on my chin and when he did, million butterflies erupted inside my stomach and sparks erupted. His simple touch was electrifying that I subconsciously leaned into his touch. It was the first time that I didn’t coil away from a man’s touch.

He tilted my head so that I could look up at him and the moment that I did, I was mesmerized with the two bluish-green eyes of his, it felt like those eyes of his captured me into a trance, a trance I know I couldn't escape from. It's like the world has seemingly stopped and it was only us in the world. My only focus was on his eyes, two deep pools that sucks me in.

I blinked at him and he just stared back unblinking as he just stared at me wondering off.

Suddenly the door busted open as Amanda came inside.

"Aidey! What is taking you so-" she stopped midway in her sentence as she took in that the King has company. She glared daggers at me before her eyes settled on the King's hand that was placed on my chin and as soon as she noticed the King's hand it quickly was now gone and I missed his touch. He ripped his hand off my chin like I was poison to him. I felt an unbearable pain that stabbed my heart continuously as I could see the disgust on his face. The tiny light of hope was gone.

"What is the meaning of this Aiden?" Lady Amanda asked as she gave the both of us a tight yet still dazzling smile, the clenched jaw that Lady Amanda has didn't go unnoticed by me as I bowed my head.

"Nothing happened Amanda" I frowned mentally, clearly hurt that he truly did regretted what we both had shared, or maybe it was only just me who was imagining things.

"Humph" was her answer, as if she didn’t believe the King.

"I asked you to bring the King to me, not seduce him. Humans downright disgust me. You. Disgust. Me" she said menacingly as she shoves my shoulder with each word. I remained where I am as I kept my head bowed in shame. 

"I am sorry; I was not trying to seduce the King. This is a misunderstanding" I said hoping that they would believe me.

Amanda scoffed "Oh please stop making lies, clearly you knew that he was taking a shower and you just wanted to see him and try to seduce him, but I tell you this, stop believing in such delusional fantasies because he would never go for a pathetic and useless servant such as you. Look at yourself! You. Are. Disgustingly. Ugly " she spat each word venomously. I only kept quiet as I let her words conflict pain.

After a few silent seconds that is composed of Amanda glaring at me and her nose scrunched up into a look of disgust.

"Get out" The King said and I only nodded my head as I walked towards the door and Amanda said something harsh as I pass by her.

"Slut"

I closed the door softly and I heard conversations inside and then I heard shouts and yells before I heard groans and moans and that is when my heart stopped and it clenched with so much pain, agony and misery, it filled my whole heart and mind as I whimpered walking out of the King's chamber as I rub my chest where my heart lies with one hand and then rubbed my temples with the other one, it was honestly excruciating. The pain continued to worsen as it burned my heart ever so slowly.

I took calming breaths as I tried to reel in my tears. I clench and unclench my jaw as I recall the events that had happened.

All throughout the day all we did was fix the ballroom and prepare everything else, like the food that is going to be cooked, the decorations that would adorn and beautify the ballroom even more. I was tasked to clean the other guests’ rooms for there will be guests who will be staying overnight during Lady Amanda's birthday.

After the tiring day I went to our room and sat on the floor where my bed laid, I was so tired that I was knocked out instantly.

*

A dark figure stood in front of me, seeing as the figure was toned to perfection and oozed confidence I quickly noticed that he must be an important person, not only that but he was actually quite familiar. I deliberated whether I would walk closer to him or to just stay at the place I was standing on. I looked around and I quickly noticed how creepy and dark the surroundings are, the figure did not move an inch, only cold wind blew right pass us, I remained as quiet and also did not make a move.

I have dreamt of this before, why is it replaying again?

A while later I heard a scream, it wasn't feminine but it was also not a man's voice, it belonged to a boy in his teenage years, the figure tensed as he run as quick as lightning to where the scream was.

I tried and cope up with his fast pace and the sight before me was so horrifying, the man stood just a couple of feet away from me as he looked at the boy holding two dead wolves as he cried and cried like he had never did before in his life, the boy looked awfully familiar like the man not a couple of feet away from me, they both had the same hair color, but not the body, the boy looked lean but the man stood with his bulging muscles but wasn't that bulgy that he almost looked like a criminal.

I was about to take a good look closer but they seemed a little more distant as they slowly faded away.

Before they faded away I heard two voices whisper to me, it was a female and a male's voice who spoke together.

"Save him"

*

I jolted awake as I sucked in a huge amount of air, I was panting and also sweating, what did that dream meant? And why is it replaying again? After trying and calming my ragged and unsteady breathing it had now gone back to normal, my breathing was now even, I just couldn't go back to sleep again.

Crystal and Sharon were sleeping soundly in their beds, how I wished to sleep in a soft bed. But the memories of lying on a bed still haunts me till this day. They made sure that I wouldn't get comfortable when I sleep. I still remember what they had done to me.

I was sleeping in my bed as I clutched my worn out blanket, I was 10 at that time. Even though I didn't have a soft bed at least I can consider it as a bed, I was sleeping when two hands wrapped itself on my neck, I frantically opened my eyes as I looked at my attacker who was choking me to death. I widened my eyes as I cough violently, my eyes were watering and I felt my face go red as I felt my face ready to blow up, like a balloon waiting to blow up.

I tried to claw the hands with my nails but there was no use and I heard my attacker let out a sardonic laugh as he enjoyed me grasping for air. That was the last time I ever slept in a bed, I was now terrified sleeping in a bed, whenever I do it always scares me and I end up sleeping on the floor, hence why I prefer to sleep on the floor.