Secure his heart
1224 Words
*ARYA*
I kept twirling and turning on a soft foamy material. A bed? Probably not. When last did I got to sleep peacefully on a bed without being interrupted?
The scene with the Prince suddenly flashed in my mind and I immediately jumped out of the bed with a jerk. I was panting heavily as my eyes searched around the room.
'The Prince's room. I was still in his room after the scene I caused' I realized with dread filling my eyes.
He is probably somewhere around here, waiting for me to wake up to get my rightful judgement. That! I dreaded the most.
I searched around breathlessly for my slippers as my hands started to sweat due to fear and nervousness. I can't let him meet me here. He can't catch me still lurking around his room.
It was only few seconds into finding my slippers when I gave up, I ran out barefooted and it wasn't until after I reached a safe distance that I suddenly stopped.
I felt different. Greatly different... My hands were as pretty as ever and my wounds were completely healed and they left no scars. Few hours ago, I reckoned it would be impossible, so how did it happen? Could it be... The crowned prince got me treated? I risked all possible thoughts in my head until the rumors echoed somewhere around my subconsciousness.
Alpha Prince Louis was never nice to anyone, why would he start with me?
I kept looking back just in case and I suddenly got too carried away by my thoughts that I didn't notice a moving royal treaty basket in front of me until I heard a squeal of warning. "Look out!!!"
I shut my eyes tight, expecting the basket to crush into me only for me to feel myself pulled down against the laps of the one I was trying so hard to avoid.
"Your... Your highness" I stammered, biting my lips gently as I didn't know how to react or what to do. I was clueless and over-cautious to avoid making mistakes.
"I am so sorry, your highness, please punish me" the woman pushing the basket pleaded on her kneels and I heard him sigh in exhaustion.
I tried getting off his laps but he held me down. "You could have hurt my wife, you dimwit" he implied, holding my delicate wrist in his hand a little too tightly.
"I'm so sorry, your highness" she began to cry and I instantly pitied her. "Your highness, I didn't get hurt, you saved me right in time, please let her go" I pleaded in a scratchy whisper as I fidgetted. I could feel my nails piercing into my skin at how hard I was fondling with them.
"You may go" he finally gave in after much hesitation.
"What if I hadn't showed up 'right in time'?" He inquired with raised brows once the lady was out of sight.
"Well, I could have saved myself and if I couldn't, A little hit wouldn't hurt much..." I trailed off when I felt his expression harden. I could tell he was irritated and angry.
I made to get up from his lap again but his hand suddenly snaked around my waist. "Your highness!" I whispered and his lips twitched into a smirk. "What?" He asked innocently and I swallowed nothing.
"Someone could see us..." I said, while staring around.
"So what? This is my palace, whatever I do remains sealed with this walls. Besides, is it forbidden to touch my wife?" He said slowly, his voice barely over a whisper. I couldn't ignore the tingling sensation that settled in the pit of my stomach at his choice of words. An evidence of the effect his words and close proximity had on me.
"The name's Louis, by the way" he said with a raised brows. "Louis" I whispered and I didn't miss the little smile that curled up his lips.
"Let me show you to your room" he muttered and just as I was about to protest, he didn't fail to remind me that I was barefooted and he wouldn't let his bride go around walking without shoes like a crazy person.
He wheeled us both back towards the rooms but he stopped halfway, his expression completely sour and bitter. If only glares could kill, I'd have been long dead in his arms.
A shiver ran through my spine as his order boomed in the air. "Get off!" He said firmly and I literally jumped off the wheelchair. My toes curled softly at the impact of the cold floor.
"Your room is right next to mine. Go there and make yourself comfortable. Enjoy the luxury while you can" he stressed and immediately wheeled himself away.
I was starting to wonder how and why he suddenly changed his attitude towards me but it all ends with me being reminded that my life has literally ended, to him.
A burdened sigh escaped my lips and I strode into the described room. A big smile formed on my face at how big and pretty it is. The entire room was a shade of white and red, my favorite colors.
I've never had things done according to my preference. This was a first time for me since mom's death. I noticed a small door by the end of the room and I wondered what could be in there. There's the bathroom already.
I strode across the room and discovered it was a walk-in closet. One could start a boutique having all these clothes. They're several dresses in sections, well arranged and stylish.
I returned to the room after having a eye fill and jumped on the bed. It was so soft and comfy and I felt completely relaxed knowing that my life would officially skyrocket from being a bullied little slave to a respected princess.
I recalled the last scene I had with the Alpha Louis, how he suddenly shifted from being nice and meek to being mean within a span of a second.
"Could it be... He had a personality disorder? Or is he only like that to me?" I couldn't help but ask myself.
As I laid on the bed I remembered Clyde, Janelle and my stepmom. How they successfully bullied me and made me feel inferior in front of others. How they inflicted several injuries, physically and emotionally... The thought of what I had gone through staying with them brought fresh tears to my eyes.
I was saved from their hell, only to end up in a more ruthless one. But in this hell, I have hope. Hope to make Alpha Louis grow fond of me till he wouldn't be able to get rid of me... He is my husband, it's only right that I secure his heart for myself.
I hesitantly got off the bed to take a deep night shower and then I realized that it wasn't only my hands that was healed. The injuries that settled within my entire body we're healed and now it was only left with tiny bruises and fading scars.
I'd definitely ask Alpha Louis if he had treated the wounds for me whenever I see him again.
I retired to bed in my bath robe and before I knew it, I was deep into the orbis of sound sleep.
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