My eyes slowly opened and fell upon the sleeping figure of Prince before me, laying on his stomach, sleeping peacefully with a smile while holding my hand.
My heart skipped a beat, flushing badly to realize what happened yesterday. A scarlet shade appeared on my face to review how immaculately he wrapped me around him.
Removing my hand from his, I brought it closer to his facial features, touching them, receiving a strange relaxation after cupping his cheeks on my hand, tracing my fingers over his beard, moving them to his hairs, not breaking my eyes from his.
I was afraid he might not like me doing this, I was afraid he might not see me like this.
I was afraid but attracted.
Noticing his smile grew wider, putting his hand over mine, opening his beautiful eyes to meet mine, bringing my hand close to his lips and kissing them.
My heart skipped a beat as I pulled my hand back, unsettle after gaining his attention.
“Hey… how are you feeling?” He asked softly.
“Fine…” I uttered.
It’s not like I am a virgin- Gosh, it’s so embarrassing to think his nephew was my first time.
‘Don’t think about it, Cinzel. Zaniel has nothing to do with your life anymore.’ I mentally scolded myself.
“Glad to know, are you hungry?” He asked, sitting up as my already scarlet face if possible, became deeper by his exposed chest.
The muscle ripped from his skin with the glorious body of an ancient Greek God. He was so desirable, so handsome.
‘Don’t stretch your arms. Don’t stretch your arms. Don’t stretch- Fuck, he did.’
My heart swung badly by his action, making his strong body visibly bewitching and tempting.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
Glancing at my timid face, he returned a smirk as I quickly got out of the bed and rushed to the bathroom.
After cleaning myself, I walked out.
Trying to avoid his eyes and not talk about anything, my lips were sealed once again and his presence began to heavy my pulsating sensations again.
During breakfast, he said, “I have to delay my flight. I have got a bigger problem to face now.”
“What happened?” I asked.
Sighing, he only replied, “I will explain after breakfast.” Nodding, I continued to eat.
After breakfast, We were in the lounge. I was sitting on the couch. He came closer and sat beside me.
I flinched by the closeness so he maintained a fair distance and offered me his hands. I took his hand and began to say, “Cinzel, I didn’t want this day to come but.. It has. It won’t take long for the news to spread that my wife is not an ordinary girl but Cinzel Alroy.”
“There is someone who will rush to your side and on your one order shall kill everyone of us- me too. I am telling you this, not to force you to say anything positive about me but I want you to know- Even if he takes my breath away now, I won’t regret it.” He said sincerely.
Kissing my hands, shivering up at his touch and intense words, my lips whispered, “W-Who?”
“Nathaniel.”
"Who is he?" I asked quickly. Who would want me so badly? Who was he to me?
"The Plague Doctor."
My eyes widened in horror, the number one ace of the underworld, the undefeated- Plague Doctor… But why?
"Please say it’s a lie." I whispered, shaking my head in denial.
"I am sorry, it’s not. De Villiers is his right hand, his most loyal," He sighed sadly.
“What does he want with me? Who am I to him?” I growled, not wanting to think about it. That was why that guy De Villiers didn’t kill me.
“Valencia’s daughter.”
“Is he going to… kill me?” I asked hesitantly.
“No. He won’t do it nor would he let anyone do it.”
Making a wry face, I lowered my head, biting my lips as he continued, “Soon you have to take the responsibility, I know you are not ready, you might never be. I know you don’t even want it but know I am here for you.” Prince tried to assure me but I was anything but assured.
“Death shall linger over your head but you are secured in my presence. Don't worry, you don’t have to kill anyone, you just have to order that guy De Villiers, he will take care of things and shall teach you but I won’t let him force you to be what you are not.”
He explained so softly that I truly wanted to believe in his words but we both knew things were not easy as he was painting them.
They were rash, atrocious, immensely displeasing but my disapproval meant nothing.
“I don’t want to become a heartless murderer.” I said in a croaked voice.
“I am not even going to let you. If you trust me, believe me.” He whispered, kissing my hands. Stealing a disappointing glance, I only looked down, unable to tell him- I do.
Removing my hands from his warmth, providing solace to my heart, I put them on my laps, sensing his gentle eyes laying over mine to do anything for my assurance.
“I am afraid to become what I am not.” I confessed.
I have heard when you gain high status, you become arrogance, heartless. I don’t want to become a second Zaniel.
“I won’t let you, this is my promise.” He smiled, taking a strand of my hair, but I gasped a little, moving back.
Standing up, I was about to leave but he held my wrist, standing behind me, he touched my shoulder, feeling the shudders of my body responding to a mere touch.
“Where was this reaction yesterday?” He asked in a slightly angered tone.
Gritting my teeth, I didn’t look up, denying his touch grazing my skin like a lovely incurable disease. And since when are diseases good?
He was taking over me and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
‘What is happening?’