Heraiah

CHAPTER 18

He didn’t answer. Not a word of response for that question.

“Well, is it?”

“No, it is not, I might be a total stranger to you but I still respect your privacy,” he finished putting the ring back on my finger. I inhaled deeply.

We were silent, but he didn’t stop there, “I trust this ring to take care of you, please don’t think that I have other intentions,”

I pulled away my hand from me, “Don’t worry, I just removed it so my mother couldn’t see,”

He fell back into his seat. Silence met us again. I looked closely to the ring, red ruby. How is a red item belonging into a family of purple? I’m sure this felt out of place in the jewelry room. Not to worry, you match with my hair perfectly. Then I wondered, what’s so important about this ring anyway.

“You’re so persistent, fallen for me already, your grace?” I smirked. It took me a matter of seconds to realize what I just said, must be the wine. But I still kept a serious face.

He chuckles in return, “Feelings is out of the conversation,”

I pouted, “I don’t think so,” I laughed and took another sip of wine. The strong yet cool alcohol beverage went through my throat. Leaving a tangy taste on my taste buds.

He smirked, looking nervous still, “Naturally, I care for my bride, but love is out of the picture,”

I rested my back, dangling my hands over it and laughed, “Better be sure, because I can’t promise you anything, your highness,” I coughed, chocking on the wine but I gain composure and looked at him again, “I don’t think love will ever be necessary in this marriage, or for anything in my life, it’s just a pest out to ruin everyone’s balance in life,” I laughed, again.

Ravier did not say anything, though. He kept a straight face with straight serious eyes shooting at me. I dodged those soul crushing eyes, but I just can’t seem to get away from the intimidation it brought.

His eyes are pretty from a far. They look tantalizing, if I didn’t know who he was and if I wasn’t the person I am now, I’d be mesmerized, immediately fallen for him. I’d be head over heels, ready to kneel for his highness. But I know him and I am me. So, I don’t see it happening anytime soon.

Oh, what am I saying? Is this the alcohol spreading its deadly virus into my brain making me think I’ll ever be in love with him? It must be. Because if I was sober, I wouldn’t even waste no time to even think about love between me and him. But I am not sober, so I’ll let this virus take over me for a while.

“What got you upset that I didn’t wore this ring anyway? It’s not like it’s mine,” I commented.

He cleared his throat, canceling out his agonizing silence for the past minutes, “It is yours, I personally gave it to you,”

“No, you did not,” I faced him again, his face was confused.

I raised my eyebrow, “You left it at my bedside table,” I smiled, lifting the cup of mine and drank it.

“I’m very sorry I could not give it to you as I should have, but regardless of how I gave it, it is rightfully yours,” he lowered his pride, if he had any, and apologized.

He’s very sorry… wow… he seems to always surrender when it comes to me. like he has no walls to guard himself from me. which seems very unlikely, since the royals are always so protective and guarded. He is not even though I am a total stranger.

“Why are you serious in marrying a stranger, dear prince?” I pursed my lips.

“You’re not a stranger to me, Hera, and call be my name,” he stands up, taking off his suit. Leaving only his t shirt. he ruffled his sleeves up to his elbow. My name again, although it was pleasant to hear my name from his mouth. It gave me a very weird feeling.

“But I am,” he then walks further into the kitchen, grabbing a drink from the frig.

He looks back at me, holding the drink and carefully opening it, “You were never a stranger to me,”

“I bet, my name was everywhere even before you approached me,” I laughed, remembering my fame and all. “You must’ve seen it, that’s how you know me right?” I asked.

Where is all of this over confidence coming from? I mean, I’ve always had it. But not like this.

“Even before that,” he whispers, very quietly but I could hear him loud and clear.

“I heard that,”

“Oh, of course you did,” he sits again across from me.

“You’re so very doubtful of me,” he eyes narrowed at me.

I shrugged, “Oh, I’m just full of wonders,”

“Oh, really?” he adjusts to come closer to me.

“I have trust on you, you just puzzle me a lot, prince,”

His faced frowned in terrible creases on his forehead, “Call me by my name, Hera,”

“Ravier,” his name rolled down my tongue smoothly like my name when he said it, “it’s too long,” I commented.

“It’s sounds good to me,” he grinned, widely.

“Of course, it does, it’s your name after all,”

He walks out of his seat, took his suit from the couch where it settled. Then walks close me, reaching his hand on my soft hair. He plays with it, then his hand reached my shoulder, to the soft fabric of his very own shirt. I could not explain what I felt, I couldn’t resist, not that I felt uncomfortable. I actually felt okay with it.

His hand brushing over the fabric of my shirt, well actually it’s his shirt, but anyway, it feels weird, sending shivers through my spine. It must be the wine. I hope so.

“I like it,”

I look at him, “Your name?”

He then walks away and before he could leave entirely, he said, “My shirt on you,”

He then leaves with his puzzling words and mysterious aura. Why is he always complimenting me in weird ways? I’m just wearing his shirt; how does he find it pleasing? He talks, but does not explain what he is talking about.

I groaned, feeling incredibly annoyed by him.

He messes up my mind too much. He needs to get cancelled. Out of my mind, of course.

I stood up, walking back to my room. A little tipsy but still okay. My mind was still intact, but I don’t think the memory of this night will last tomorrow. I walked wobbly through the halls with a wine bottle in my hands. I passed through Ravier’s room first, I peaked a little since the door was slightly opened. But he wasn’t there, I could hear the showering running so he must be inside,

“Hey, Prince!” I shouted, making sure he would hear even through the bathroom, “You’re crazy for letting a stranger in your house! Let alone, marry her!” I laugh out loud. But then thought for a second.

“But you’re lucky that stranger is me,” I smiled, dazedly. Then walked out to go to my room.

He should probably grateful I’m not some serial killer. Oh, how I wish I was though. I’ll marry him then kill him and have all of his riches. I could be the queen. If only things were that easy. I can’t kill him especially since he hasn’t done anything wrong to me even though there were many chances he could.

I can’t handle the guilt.

Why am I even thinking of murdering him? is this the alcohol working? Am I seriously thinking of murder under the influence of alcohol? Or maybe I’m just using alcohol as an excuse? Damn, I should stop thinking.

I went to my room and walked dizzily to my bed. My head was pounding, aching to say the very least. I could hear my heart pounding loudly, it’s ringing in my ears. I covered my ears with my hands, trying to stop the ringing. But it didn’t stop. My vision got dizzier, my room looked disoriented and misplaced. The things were floating. Why are the things floating?

It wasn’t long till I realized, I was floating too. Is this all of my doing?

I looked at the bed, trying my best to get there. And I did, but as I fell to the bed, the thing s floating with me fell to the floor. Causing a loud rumble in my room.

“Hera!” a male’s voice rung in my ears, calling for my name. Before I could do anything, Ravier was already in the room.

I jus smiled, seeing his blurry figure running up to me. I laughed, I’m gonna let oblivion devour me again. I won’t remember any of this in the morning so I don’t have to be ashamed for whatever happens tomorrow. That is if I don’t ask questions. I am very sure Ravier will answer them. And knowing my curious ass, I will ask questions.