King Khalil's Doll

Chapter 8: Anger

Prince Khalil walked towards the door with all the energy he could muster, he had this aura that spoke of his status as the king, he looked elegant, and each step he took only portrayed who he truly is.

Crystal remained standing but then, her legs were quivering, she could barely feel her feet.

When she looked at him, he didn't turn nor stop walking, but then, when Khalil arrived at the door, he stopped, removed the key from the door before walking out.

Crystal stood there watching at him as he closed the door firmly behind him, going with the key.

The farther Khalil's footsteps could be heard, the farther he went, walking away to a distant place.

Immediately, Crystal heaved a sigh, the surrounding suddenly became alive, she could notice everything that was around her perfectly well.

Swirling her head to the right, she scanned the room, taking her time to master every image.

There was a closet at the left-hand side of the bed, she hesitated to walk through it, but then, she had to, especially if this is going to be her room from today.

The massive room had a medium size bed at the center of the room, and it was covered with the best bedspread she had ever seen in her life.

The bedspread was pink, but then, had patches of white on it, it also had pink flowers, particular roses of all sizes beautifully arranged on the bed. The sight is extremely gracious to behold, she even finds it difficult to tear her eyes away from it.

The was no chair on the bed, and the only broad table that was in the room was the one that encompassed the vanity in the room, alongside other tools that are being needed by a person.

Crystal hurriedly opened the drawers and to her surprise, there was a set of female pants aligned in there. A question popped through her mind if the people that had actually prepared the room were aware of the fact that a lady was about to occupy the room, or did they just guessed it out?

Well, if they did, it was the perfect thing to do. Maybe the warder had warned them before hand because the clothes on the bed were totally not Manish. On the contrary, it looked a bit too girlish, and not the kind of clothes she would love to wear__ especially when one is not in the comfort zone.

There is no way that Crystal is ever going to be comfortable in the castle, she had been kidn*pped, and no matter how she screams oft for help, no one is going to help her, absolutely no one.

Closing the drawer, Crystal glanced through the room, making sure hadn't skipped anything with her eyes, she even walked to the wall, touching it to know what kind of material it is made up of.

She guessed rights the castle walls are made of cement mixed with gravels, and sand, difficult to break, and soundproof to the core.

Crystal's frustration was outlined on her face, her plans of escaping from this palace, from this kingdom, and especially from that annoying prince is something one cannot wrap the hand around, it is so difficult to know these things that much, and as well, her desperation was evident.

Suddenly, Crystal became furious, her frustration grew into a bud of anger which grew up into the term destruction.

Crystal was clearly mad at herself, she wanted to destroy everything that was on her way, she felt like she had not tried anything, as if she had not done enough, her anger was evident.

Walking towards the closet, she swirled her hands around the wooden knob and pulled it open.

Straight in front of her was the most beautiful wardrobe she has got to see in like the whole of her life, she had posed for a second to admire it.

clothes were aligned in a magnifique order, T-shirts, gowns, party wears, all aligned in a beautiful posture in the closet.

It was thick to an extent that Crystal had to pull out to a conclusion that this was purely a lady room. Maybe the maids had not prepared a room for her, they had actually picked out an already well-prepared room and ask her to live in it.

The clothes smelled new as if no one had actually lived in them, the extra grace of how the clothes looked was an added advantage to her, in short, it was magnificent to look at, and extremely breathtaking.

She enjoyed it. At the corner of the built-in wardrobe, it had an upper section for shoes, and wow! they looked gorgeous.

Most of the shoes were stilettoes, sandals, and women's slippers. In fact, anything that will portray the lady's outer beauty could be seen in the closet.

Unfortunately, these things were temporal, they only got Crystal's attention for a minute, because she stopped to admire it, the next second, her anger swept over her.

Crystal became a beast, that part of every human that wouldn't want to be expressed out, especially not when people are around.

Now, it didn't make much difference, well, apart from the fact that she is now in a beautiful room. No matter how pretty this room is, no matter how she likes it, it will never change the fact that this is not her room.

Mount Paragon is not her home, by now, she expected her country's men to come for her, to fight the Paragonian till no one is left, she needs her freedom.

But now, how long will it take for someone to ever come for her? will anybody even come? was a commoner like her worth it? of course not. By now, they might have forgotten about her, because she has gone too long for anyone to reconsider.

Crystal was filled with anger, as she grabbed the clothes in the wardrobe, she hurled them to the ground, as she did so, she screamed in frustration.

Her own frustration was too much, Crustal just hated the fact that she was a captive in an unknown place, just thinking about it made her eyes water, and immediately, the tears flowed freely from her eyes.

Crystal was clearly tired of keeping the load in her heart, it is more than her heart could carry, in fact, there is visible no space for her to manage it, she is doom, as doomed as her entire life locked in a confined room, at least, she could sleep on the soft bed which is a million times better than the bunk bed in the dungeon.

"Crystal, girl, I will tell you this, known of what you just said is better, now, your situation is even worse, you are not only a captive in Mount Paragon but Prince Khalil's captive," she muttered to herself.

As the thoughts racked her mind, so were her actions tampered with too.

Grabbing the shoes and bags that sat on their respective shelves, she pulled everything to the ground.

As she did this action, the room reproduced the sound twice what she actually did.

She didn't care, did she? of course not, Crystal had a target, and that was to put this room in a disheveled state, she wanted it to be the opposite of what she had met it a while ago when she entered, and she strived to meet that goal.

About five minutes later, Crystal finally Stretched herself from the disorder she just created. Like seriously, if nothing had ever made Prince Khalil mad, this room is actually going to do the trick the moment he sets eyes in it.

One thing prominent with the prince is his absolute taste of fashion, he loved order and discipline to a fault, and even though he is a prince, he tries his best to see that everything is in order.

Being prompt and orderly is one of the many features that will make the numerous Paragonian ladies to totally drool over him, particularly his taste of fashion.

In the end, Crystal knew she had done a mess, she didn't bother though, she was ready to face the consequences, she couldn't tell about that because she had not faced his wrath yet, and she doubts how that is going to look like, maybe good, or bad, she just has to know how that is.

The issue is, if she does not make her own mistakes, she wouldn't know how to correct them. Crystal is damn prepared for Prince Khalil's wrath, she wonders what his judgment is going to look like, what he is going to do to her, and if she is ready to cope, such things are totally important to her, and the earlier she finds a way out, the better it Is definitely going to be for her__ especially if she tries planning something worse than that.

Walking towards the door which is at the other end of the room, Crystal's thoughts were calmed when she noticed a bathroom.

Entering the bathroom, she tiptoed into the bathroom and looked from left to right. It is kind of weird to see the bathroom this big, and as she completely entered the bathroom, the smell of the shampoo waffled her nostrils and she wriggled it.

As Crystal removed her clothes and pushed them into an open basket, she felt like instead of the load that was heavy on her chest to reduce, the pains instead added.

There was a sense of emptiness within her instead of a sense of accomplishment.

Entering beneath the shower, she burst out crying as the water from the shower tricked down her body.

"I am doomed," she blurted out.