off, I put the robe on with the prince helping a little, because it was a bit difficult for me to wear it without getting lost inside of it, since it was so big. He then brushed my hair behind my ears and put the black hood attached to the robe above my head, whispering ‘Perfect’ when it was in place.
“Uh, why am I wearing this?” I asked quietly.
The prince’s lips came close to my face again and spoke so softly in my ear. “We’re sneaking out.”
I was fighting myself to keep on showing him how angry at him I was, but I was still confused; my emotions were confusing me. Anger aside, I kept thinking of other scary things that I was feeling, and those things–those feelings–shocked me into an almost frozen state. I found that I had suddenly stopped the yelling and my sarcastic replies, worn the robe without first asking why he wanted me in it, then asked the why later with a quiet voice. It was strange, really strange. But what was inside of my head was even stranger.
The fact that I was blushing at his comments and smiling at his playful remarks, that my heartbeats were racing each other when I thought about how good it felt for him to think I was attractive or for him to be attracted to me… It was scary. Why was I finding it so appealing?
It was scary that I wasn’t finding it scary.
I mean, I was alone with him in this room, at the very least for the rest of the seven days. I was supposed to be his wife. Why wasn’t I scared of what he might do now that he found me to be attractive or sexy? Why wasn’t I thinking that he might take advantage of me?
Why wasn’t I paying any attention to all of this and only thinking–wondering–what it’d be like to be touched by him?
What was wrong with me?
“Sneaking out?” My eyes widened. Excited but disbelieving.
“Uh-huh,” he said, tucking a wayward golden lock inside of my hood.
“To where?” I asked.
“Somewhere,” he smirked, earning a glare from me in response.
The prince chuckled lightly and walked away, grabbing an apple from the fruit basket that had been placed once again on the round table. My guess was that Mona had come in when I was asleep and put it back, more likely when the prince came back from outside.
“Eat this,” he offered me the apple.
“I’m not hungry.”
“You can’t not be hungry. It’s almost two in the morning and we had lunch eleven hours ago.”
“I really don’t want to eat.”
“You have to eat it and take another capsule of your medication, or else we are staying inside. The weather out there is nothing like the sunroom and you will get even more sick without your medication. I’m not risking that.”
I huffed and took the apple from him, causing him to smile before he grabbed one for himself and started to eat it while gazing out the window. I did the same when my legs took me to stand beside him, and when I was finished with both the apple and the pill swallowing, he asked me if I was ready. My heartbeat sped up and I nodded frantically, so eager to leave the room that I almost forgot I was barefoot.
When I put the heeled sandals back on, the prince offered me his hand. I took it and then he led me out to the living room. I thought he was going to lead us out the main bedroom door, since that was where I’d come from on the night of the wedding and it was the door he’d left from a few hours ago, but I didn’t question him. There were more doors and exits in this place than people who lived in it, and it was seriously disturbing.
“God! Do I need a map for this palace!” I said to myself when the prince opened a hidden door.
He chuckled, “I could get you one, but it’d be useless when it comes to the secret doors.”
Of course!
“Why do you need so many secret doors, anyway?” I wondered when we left an elevator, that wasn’t the same one I’d used before to get to the wing. We used this one to go down to some floor that was pretty much underground, then went into some kind of alley that looked like it wasn’t part of the palace, due to the lack of decorations and elegant paintings that