David's POV
'How can someone be so beautiful!?' I thought to myself, looking at her. I thought I came well prepared, but then, I never expected something like this was waiting for me. something like her.
Isn't this cheating?
My eyes travelled from her shinning grey eyes, to her beautiful nose, to the luscious and tasty pink lips.
I gulped, recalling the fervent kiss we shared yesterday night.
I could feel the touch of the skin on her slender neck under my gaze . I wonder how much self-control will this visit take me.
My eyes travelled south to her shoulders and down her arms and to her...
'Damn it, David!' I gritted my teeth and cursed inwardly. I shut my eyes briefly and heaved a sigh. I need to shift my attention towards something else.
My eyes caught the window's sight. what a fascinating thing to look at!
I put my full focus on the window pan and glass. It showed the garden below, a well kept one. It would have been a beautiful sight to look at if not for the distraction beside me. I tried to keep my mind busy just for a little so that I can calm down, and kept looking at the greenery garden. Yet all I could see was images of her... and me... and my thoughts got dirtier by the second. I tried to shake them off but to no use. Instead, dangerous ideas clouded my mind. Why torture oneself? why not just take her... right here... right now...
I turned around, facing her.
"Do you intend to stand there forever!?" I asked, my voice coming out much harsher than I intended it to be due to my frustration.
when she heard me, do you know what she did?
she bit her lips.
Her cheeks grew slightly pinkish.
a normal person wouldn't be able to see the changes, but my eye sight just had to be this excellent. Or maybe I was just too into her that I noticed every single detail of hers.
I grew more frustrated and even irritated, now my anger directed at her. I know it's the reaction she'll often have when upset or provoked, but seriously, WHY did she have to bite her lips?!
My face stiffened when I realised the tightness in my trousers, and my anger instantly turned into embarrassment and self loath.
When have I become this desperate?
I knew since so long ago that I had something for this girl, I should call her woman now though, but I have never in the slightest, imagined that I'll be this aroused just seeing the simplest of her actions.
"I apologise, but I was taught that the host shan't sit down until the guest shows their manners and greet them." she said sternly with a serious voice while I was busy covering my lap with the coat.
Hearing her, my eyes instantly went back up, not to miss any detail of her expression. When our gazes met, she flinched and gulped lightly. Only after some time did I realise I was releasing a dark aura around me because of all the emotions I was feeling at that moment.
Since the time I knew her, she was always too sensitive to the energy around her, especially the one that people emanate. So she should be well aware and more wary of me than ordinary people would usually be.
'Oh, I scared her.' I thought as I expected her to back down like most people would, but much to my surprise, she stood her ground, her grey eyes glaring at mine as if demanding surrender.
Seeing this, the ends of my lips unconsciously lifted up and I sneered.
"I greet your imperial highness, the star of the empire." I greeted in a sarcastic voice. Since when did she care about formalities?
"What now?" I asked impatiently seeing she still stood up.
"That's not the proper way for greeting. You should stand up, bow a litt..."
"I am not getting up of my seat" I cut her. 'not when I am in such a state.'.
"you can either sit down, my lady, or we can have our long conversation with you still standing." I stated, making it clear. My voice was quite stern and serious. I knew it wasn't the right approach, but I couldn't control it, and I could sense I was loosing my cool. I mean, why in the world was she making a fuss about stupid etiquette!
She frowned at my reply, but then sighed as if in surrender. She seemed to finally understand how stubborn her rival is, and gave up on winning. She then took a seat at the couch, facing me.
"so, you had questions." I started the conversation.
"yes. and I wish you answer them. honestly."
"of course." I reassured her. she looked straight at my eyes prying whether I was telling the truth or not, then opened her lips carefully.
"yesterday, at the celebration party, it wasn't our first time meeting, right?"
" ...It wasn't."
"I was right..." she said, more to herself than to me.
" and how do we know each other? I mean, what kind of relationship did we have?" she asked me again, and I took some time pondering over the question. What kind of relationship did we have? I wander.
"...let's say we were friends."
"...friends...that explains lots of things..." she mumbled nodding at herself. "since when? h-how old where we when we first met?"
"....I was around ten... you were six."
"...so young..." she mumbled. "...so we are childhood friends, I see." she took sometime to digest the information.
I looked at her face tilted down as she was thinking, and I sank in thought myself. She didn't seem to fake it, loosing her memory i mean.
But then how did it happen? What for? I don't know why but there was something unsaid behind this whole ordeal. i couldn't pin it down put I knew there was something more about this amnesia thing. I went out of my train of thought when she started inquiring again.
"What is my real name?" she asked in a curious voice but I could still sense a bit of sadness hidden in there.
"It's the same as now. Elisabeth" I replied.
"But, at the party when you first talked to me, you called me Elise. It's a whole different name."
"Elise is the nickname I called you by when we were young."
"Why? why Elise ? I mean, most people would choose Beth, Bethy, Ellie..." she cocked a brow at me in a questioning manner, something I didn't quite like. The story behind that name was very significant and something I cherished dearly, after all.
"Well clearly, I am not most people. I don't follow that rule." I said confidently.
I was well aware of how childish I'm acting right now. Nowhere familiar to my usuaI self , but I couldn't help it. Just like a child brating around throwing a tantrum, I was acting so immaturely. And I could tell she didn't find it pleasant, looking at the frown showing up on her forehead.
But I wasn't any pleased by the way our conversation was going on. I was losing the reins and I very much hate being out of control.
"let's cut this superficial conversation and get to the main subject, shall we now, your highness?" I said, redirecting the conversation, to have her instantly realise the real reason for this whole visit. she then opened her mouth:
"Right! the headache! What do you know about it?" she asked in a mixture of curiosity, anxiety, and nervousness.
Although I was the one who got us to discuss this matter, for some reason, I got a little debated. It was hard to decide what to tell her and what not to. And even if I did tell her the whole truth, will she believe it? Or will she call me a liar or crazy?
Even if she did believe me, will she be able to deal with it?
suddenly, a knock was heard snatching me out of my thoughts. A maid's voice rang outside the receiving room informing us that lunch was ready and whether we'd like to have it or not. She was dismissed with one single word from Elise saying "later"
" I hope you don't mind." she said in an insincere manner, the ends of her lips slightly lifted in a sly sneer.
'Does she think I'll die of hunger if she delays my lunch? Is this her way of revenge for being rude to her? How cute."
"not at all." I said nonchalantly. "I have a meeting in a quarter and I'm already running late, so let's cut it short." I said, looking at my pocket-watch. I should be already at the crown palace by now to prepare for the meeting. Thinking of how annoyingly furious Nickolas would be, I sighed closing my watch.
"Do you believe in god, princess?"
"...I...I don't know..."
"Then, do you believe that there exist other sane creatures other than humans?"
"...I..I...haha... what are those questions for?" she said, clearly perplexed.
"Well, before I tell you what that headache is, or how it happens. I'll tell you WHY it happens. Why you are the only one who has it, out of all the people out there." I stopped for a moment, gauging her expression. There was a little bit of anticipation, and a lot of fear. Fear for the unknown.
"It's because of your blood. The one from your mother to be exact." I said in an obscure way, trying to fish out an unnatural reaction, but nothing came out.
" You, your mother , and along with all your maternal blood line and ancestors , are not human."