"-and now your turn to tell me a story." He said hugging a pillow waiting for Mal who raised an eyebrow at him astonished and dumbfounded with his odd request.
"-tell you what? I have nothing to…
-you said you got the chance to kill me and why you didn't take the opportunity.
-well…I received a lot of offers to assassin the mysterious prince, mostly from incubus that offered hella money to assure your death. But they got dead instead.
-you really have problem listening to people without harming them." She glared raising her eyebrows at him while the corner of her mouth curled up.
"-if someone try to kill you when you refuse an offer then you will forgot your manners.
-I wonder how much wanted me dead.
-one hundred and five even humans, but one of them was going to pay me a fortunate, assuring me a good future with him if I get rid of your annoying ass and bring your head to him." He got off guard and felt shiver running down his spine imagining how miserable his end could be.
"-why I am still feeling my head attached to my body then?
-because I don't take missions from mysteries guy who I don't even know his face or voice with a huge amount of money to kill someone that I don't know if he is existing or not.
-you think that amount of people who want me dead wasn't enough prove for you that I exist.
-well someone was using the prince name to traffic girls but even that he got killed the business continued so I was doubting if the real prince was behind it or his boss killed him.
-well I have no idea about the trafficking you are talking about. And all the girls who came to castle their parents sent them to get paid in return and as I remember I never mistreated one of them." She kept starring at him so did he.
"-you got your story now I want to sleep.
-did you believe me or not?
-I did.
-you are lying.
-you said you can read mind, read mine then and check yourself.
-I don't have to I will go with your words. But I want to know something else since Ayana didn't left for me the space to ask.
-you were about to commit a murder if she wasn't your childhood friend.
-Anyway…when we talked this morning about your scar." He said and his eyes didn't leave her shoulder.
-First stop staring you look creepy and why are you so obsessed with my scars and stories.
-First you are an interesting person to know more about and you have good stories. Going back to our subject, why are you that much insecure about your scar?
-I am not…and I told you, I just hate people's judging me and giving me those looks that makes me feel like a weirdo or a criminal.
-since when do you care about peoples' opinion; about you or about your body.
-I feel uncomfortable and sometimes they make fun of you because you are a girl and you try to prove yourself in men's world.
-well let them say what they want, scars shows every fight you won to protect others. As much as you are happy with yourself, just embrace them…
-it's easy for you to say that.
-oh really." He smirked and turned his hand and she heard the door get looked.
"-did you just lock the door?
-yeah, I found out recently.
-what are trying to do?" he didn't answer and kept staring at her with his unfazed smirk on.
He started to take off his vest and started to unbutton his shirt. Malin's eyes widened and throw a sheet over him and turned her face away but he didn't care less.
"-are you crazy? You have a room to change in.
-turn around.
-No way in hell!
-turn around or I will stand completely naked in front of you while you are tied up.
-good luck opening my eyes." She answered him sarcastically.
He shook his head before taking her hand, she flinched at the contact but he led her fingers to his bare skin.
The girl opened her eyes to find a quiet big scar on his toned abs; she was shocked and kept looking at the visible scar
"-How? ...I thought that you can heal yourself.
-when you use an exorcism potion with a deep wound it can leave a scar…even though royalty should have no scar or birthmark but since when I follow rules.
-well…it gives you a bad boy vibes.
-Better than flower guy.
-duh
-enough staring at my pretty body…you look creepy.
-hey…I wasn't staring.
-you were just admiring the view.
-I have better body." She said smirking confidently at him, he was happy that she was feeling confidence again. Once he finish buttoning his shirt she gave him his vest and he held her hand genteelly and kissed it and once she tried to free it he pulled her more and kissed her scar sweetly before he confessed:
"-I brought the dress on purpose…I saw you trying your best to hide it while I fell in love with, so should have everyone…it shows how brave and strong you are, and how everyone should be careful not to cross limit with you…give you the respect you deserve…and most important you should see yourself perfect even though the scar made more pretty.
-why? If I didn't have them I would be ugly.
-you really love ruining the mood don't you…what I meant is that I couldn't and I won't find a girl like you.
-I was joking, but really thank you…I needed that.
-of course you do when you have me.
-I own you a story.
-not now…maybe another day when I feel like it.
-Hey that's cheating.
-I am a man of a word, you should sleep now see you later.
-close your shirt first.
-why? Are you afraid of scandals?
-you don't look presentable as a prince. Are really a one though?" he rolled his eyes and buttoned up his shirt and left her in peace, finally.