Lying on the pool of feathered pillows, wrapped in suffocating blankets and unable to move or scream for help, the prince is the very last person I wish to see in such a vulnerable state. I force energy into my body, begging my heavy limbs to move and only succeeding in little grunts and shallow jerking movements that sap even more energy from me. I would rip my own hair out in frustration if I could only get my hands to obey as the golden prince hovers over me - like a massive shadow in silence, watching with mild curiosity, like a predator uncertain as to why his prey is so placid.
"What's the matter Belavina?" Lazarus smirks as the candle light flickers over his handsome face, "Are you not happy to see me?" He mocks, crouching down on his powerful legs and resting his arms on his knee
