Landon woke up from the bed in a daze. He felt not quite like herself. He clutched his head feeling a headache coming. The luxurious sheets underneath him were one that he was not used to. He took his time to sit up on the bed.
He looked around the beautiful room trying to make sense of what was happening. The last thing he remembered was accusing the prince of taking advantage of her then the people came to her rescue. They threw insults at him and wanted to punish the prince but then. Then he couldn't remember what happened next. He couldn't remember what the people did after or how he ended up in that room.
"You are awake," he heard next to him and jumped in freight. He turned his head and was dazzled by the same hazel eyes from before. He glanced at those eyes and not just the eyes this time his whole face was visible to him. His heart skittered and nearly stopped at how handsome the man was. He swallowed a lump in his throat and continued to stare at the perfect sculpture of man the heavens could have ever created.
He lifted his hand and reach out to touch the prince's face just to make sure that he was imagining him. He poked his face twice earning a glare from the male. Noting that the prince was real he traced his face down to his jaw with his hand and went down his neck.
The prince grabbed a hold of his hand before it went down to his chest. His grip on his hand was so hard that Landon was yanked out of his trance and brought back to his sense. He looked at the prince with an offended look and tried to free his hand from him. No matter what he did he couldn't be free and the prince was not even putting any effort at all to hold him. That was him at his weakest strength and yet Landon couldn't even get free.
He felt immense at his wrist but the prince refused to let go. He glared at the prince while hitting his lower lip to prevent himself from screaming out in pain. "What is wrong?" he asked Landon in a husky voice. He smirked at Landon's futile efforts of trying to free himself from his hold.
Landon hated to admit that the male looked even more handsome wearing that smirk on his face even though the male was hurting him. He tried again to free his hand but he only the pain worse by moving it around the prince's hand. The hands that held his were soft but strong.
"Let go," he pleaded which came out more like a whimper.
"Why, yesterday you kept insisting that I should take responsibility for my indecent behavior. And today you want me to let you go?" he questions with mischievous glint shining in his eyes. "I can't do that," he added and tightened his hold on Landon's hand making him take him to hiss in pain.
"Please it hurts," he pleaded some more but it all fell on deaf ears as the prince just continued to smile at his pained expression.
"You should know that a little lamb is bound to get hurt when they got too close to a lion's den. You should have known better than letting me catch a glimpse of you," he said.
"What you are doing is wrong."
"I agree but I have already wronged you so much what is a little more to add to that," he stated, he pulled him closer to him that their faces were separated by only a few inches. "This is just the begging of your suffering. Welcome to hell lady Lara," he whispered in a deep evil voice in Landon's ear. His words sent shivers down the human's spine and sweat trickled down his forehead.
Fear hit her like ice-cold water as the prince looked straight into his eyes. Those beautiful eyes held nothing but awaiting misery for him and he knew it. "Get ready, we will arrive at the palace soon," he instructed him and walked out of the room.
Just as he walked out young women with cat whiskers on their faces cane into the room. Their eyes were just like that of a cat and so were their small noses. Staring at them Landon almost started laughing but thinking back to the threat that the prince gave he dared not. He was in no mood to laugh anymore.
He scanned the things the thing in their hands, clothes, jewelry, shoes, makeup kit was what they each carried in their hands. "Good morning Lara, my name is Elsa and I will be your handmaiden. Let's get you ready for the day," she said and instructed the ladies to get the water ready for the lady to take her bath.
"Come, we will give you a bath," she said and Landon almost choked on his breath. He had not expected her to suggest to bath him.
"No I will bath by myself," he said not willing to be bathed by them. He was a man for crying out loud how can they offer to bath him. Even the dresses like a woman do not change the fact that he was a man. He also had that secret to hide and if they bathe him then they will know that he is not a woman and the prince is sure to kill him without any mercy.
"We can't let you do that. The prince has strictly ordered that we get you ready," she said and helped Landon to get up from the bed.
"How about this, I will bathe by myself and then you all can help me get dressed," he suggested and she agreed after thinking it over for a minute.
Landon headed to the bathroom and entered the tub. He sat completely immersed in the warm water filled with flower petals he didn't recognize and let his body relax. He stared at his wrist that the prince had held, he could see prints left behind by him.
"At least I will get to be safe," he uttered out loud.
"Of course," he heard behind him and froze.