Midnight Royale

Chapter 19: The Narcissist

I reached his other arm so I can push Lazarus away. But instead of pushing him, I hold into it like I was desperate for more.

Lazarus grope me as I crashed on his chest even more. I let out a shout but the again, it came like a soft moan.

I cannot feel my body anymore and just accepted this unfair faith. I wanted to strangle his neck, shout for help, but here I am, helpless.

Even I am in a different place, I am hopeless. In all ways, I don't have any chance to have my life... lightly.

A princess or a daughter who is in debt—I am still hopeless.

A tear escaped to my eyes as I shut it down.

I groaned in pain when Lazarus pull something out of my neck. I wanted to scream on his face but I don't have the energy anymore.

"Rest," he whispered to my ears as I felt him let my body rest on him. He hold my waist tightly to keep my balance.

Right after he said those words, everything fallls into black.

Am I already back to where I belong?

My heart is hoping the moment I open my eyes, I am in my own timeline again. I wished for it before I take a peak.

Please let this one be my life again. Take me back, please.

I groaned in annoyance when I saw the high ceiling in front of me. It was the usual gold with serpent details.

"Dang, I am still h-here?"

I couldn't help but to hold my neck when my voice is too hoarse!

Both my body and mind is aching when after I move a little. What did that b!tch did to me? Did he really sip every inch of me that's why I feel this way?

I get it, he saved me from that hell—but did he just put me into death situation when he drained me?

I am not safe both into him and the Aristocrats! Where can I runaway? With the princess?

But Genevierre's parents will get into danger if I did that. Those old man is all wicked and greedy for power. They are definitely using Genevierre for God knows why! I mean—how can they just throw her away the moment she is not the princess anymore?

Looks like Genevierre doesn't have a problem with money here—but the people itself. And I think, that is more scary than anything else.

I push myself app because I feel thirsty and hungry already. I think it's just morning right now.

I still feel dizzy and tired. Should I sleep more?

"Princess, you are finally awake!"

I hear that phrase often in the castle. Do I sleep too much?

I just shook my head on her and showed a faint smile.

"Can you hand me a drink, please? My throat doesn't feel good..." I told her.

She nod her head a countless of time before going back to the hall. I even heard her shouting that I am awake.

As if I being awake is a very big deal. What even happened? Did I sleep for weeks?

I chuckled on that thought but then, I was horrified.

That is not... impossible.

"How long did I sleep?" I asked the first person who arrive in the room.

She was so happy! The reaction is similar to how I woke up after I jump on the river!

It didn't take me a while to have the answer.

"You are sleeping for five days, princess. We are so happy that you are finally awake. A lot of people is waiting for you. Especially the prince."

My eyebrow shot up when I heard the word prince. This is all his fault! Waiting for me?

"Where is that j3rk?!" I hissed in annoyance and my voice cracked!

That guy! He almost killed me by sipping all my energy away! What the hell is his problem? Can't he just drink a little lighter? I am just a human!

I want to strangle Lazarus so bad but... How can I do that to the prince? If I dare to strangle him to death, I may be torn into pieces as a punishment. Or have my head slashed.

"J-3rk? What do you mean, princess?" She asked in confusion.

I didn't answer her and thinking how I can shout on Lazarus. People started to attend on me and asking how do I feel and so.

Since in the verge of dying is my favorite thing, I know how to answer the formal questions of doctors. The medicine here is different!

Looks like all of them were aware that I passed out because of his bite—but they are acting like it's normal!

They are indeed scared for the thought that I passed out—but they are not opening the reason why it just happened.

Of course, they will protect their prince!

I held my neck tried to find his bite—but my neck was already smooth, as if the crime didn't happened.

I am still feeling tired as I mentioned earlier. But when I learned that I already rest for five days sleeping–I think I just need to eat food with this.

They offered me a grand meal. I am quite annoyed because they are all acting as if nothing happened. And Lazarus is not on the castle at the moment because he visited another kingdom.

"Princess, prince Lazarus said he is going home right now!" The court lady announced like it was a happy news.

I choked on my own food. He is going home!? Right now!? I don't want to see him because I might strangle his neck right now!

And why they are acting excited? As if I am pleased to see him?

"Why is he going home? To make me dead again?" I couldn't help but to ask that brings them all to silence.

They all lowered their gaze when I ask the awkward question.

"As if I am happy to see him. He is the reason why I almost died and unconscious for a week." I hissed in annoyance and stab the pork to vent my anger out.

They didn't talk after that. The atmosphere suddenly became more tight because of what I said.

I didn't regret it though. This is the first time I let my attitude towards the ladies... But they are acting as if what happened to me is normal.

I almost died but they are glorifying he is coming?

Oh god, this is monarchy. I should've known better!

After eating and greeting some officials of the castle, I am finally back at my room on the afternoon.

"This castle doesn't care at you, Genevierre. Asking how are you in front of them? You're the one who should get visits!"

This castle is so lame. To add the fact too that I have a deal with Lazarus.

"What are you whispering? Are you learning something to curse me?"

I jumped on my place and look at Lazarus in my bed.

When did he get here?

"Don't you know how to knock?"

"I am the prince here. Why would I knock?" He asked me and chuckled.

I rolled my eyes on him. "What are you doing here? Why did you come back?"

He grinned on me. "You look annoyed rather than happy. Aren't you feeling excited?"

My face crumbled in cringe. What is he talking about?

"Feeling excited about what? To death?" I asked him in sarcasm.

Lazarus looked at me in disbelief. "That is so funny. Didn't you enjoy what happened last time?"

"Enjoy what? Dying!?" I couldn't help but to growl on him. Lazarus just laughed as if our conversation is amusing!

I am confused. Where is his confidence coming from? This nasty prince is undeniably gorgeous, but have some issues regarding to his head!