Wills Hills?
That's miles away and a day's drive from the main city.
Besides, Will Hills is a known town of weird occurrences, having it the less interest of settlements by many. Somehow it's reputed as the town of no return, once there, there's no settling out.
So how did she get there?
"How is that possible?" She mutters her feet forced on its weight, in rush she peeps her eyes out the windows given the outer space. Beyond it holds a wide range of green lands all secured with tall steels of pavement, in disbelief, she walks her way out the door in lead to stairs of gold. In pace, her legs chase the stairs giving less attention to the broad living room that holds tens of chairs and a tall long table in square shape. Abruptly she bumps passed a maiden who holds a tray of goblets, crashing them on the golden reflect floor.
Deaf her ears go to the maiden scoldings and the woman behind her, calls for her to stop.
Outside, her eyes scan through.
"What's happening? How" her bafflement queries in a whisper. Round her head goes in circles to the tremendous turn of events. Hectic her eyes grasp the majestic castle that stands tall in the genetic lands, its walls enchant rocks tangle with root veins, soon to bloom its buds. At every corner statues of a lady in wraps of a piece on her waist across her hand that holds a vase stand in the attraction of every gaze, much to a displeasing to have her bare chest out. No less it stands in the enchantment of both art of beauty and mystery of its glowing eyes. At the other end, the center holds a fountain in the form of a giant man with skin covered in furs, hands in the shape of claws, and ears out like a wild dog.
The whole place is weird and makes less sense to her
"Your Highness" the woman calls, snatching her gaze on her.
"You shouldn't be out here if his majesty finds out I let you out he will be in a rage" the woman continued grabbing Ella's hand and guiding her through the doors that were opened by the men in front of it.
Back in the earlier room, she paces on her legs in collective thoughts, or most she tries to do so.
" Umm.., what may I call you?" She asks
"Whatever suits your highness but if I must say, am mostly addressed by Abibatu," the woman responded continuing her hands in the folds of the clothes in the wardrobe that occupied a position in the corner of the room.
"Abi, you're? , I mean what's this place and how did I get here?"
"I'm your appointment governess, before that, I was a maid at the king's service. It is due to his trust in me that he bestows me such responsibility. As for the other questions I can't respond as am unfit to do such" she responded with a flat smile.
Her governess, what the hell is that supposed to mean? She's still in doubt about everything and here is another cross in. No matter what she has to figure out what's going on or at least escape the hell out of the luxury she has been placed in.
But how?
" Since you can't answer my questions then who can?" Ella dives in, hoping to get a clue out of her.
"The King"
"Then perhaps you should have your king come meet me or best have me taken to him," Ella said, with intentions of fleeing the second she walked out.
"I'll have him know you're up" With that she leads her feet out the door and shuts it securely. Like she said she was honored with the duty due to the king's trust and his knowledge of his ability. She knows far well than to leave the door unluck and have her run, perhaps such situations aren't new to her.
"Damn it" Ella curse out after a failed attempt to open the door.
There goes her only way out, she pisses out pacing in a circle.
'There must be a way out' she said through and just like that her eyes glanced out in catch of the open door to the balcony.
'Bingo'
****
"It a mystery how she was able to hold the moonstone without turning to ice and to her death," John said to the ears of the man in the chair of twice the normal size. Known by both the power the ice stone holds, no blood of the ice pack can hold it not even those of magics less say her a human. If ever one is to lay hands on it, he or she would meet their demise in a statute of ice and soon fallen cubes and melt away like waste.
Inside the pale room of little light, both John and his right hand J are called in by the king to detail the occurrence. With John on one of the few chairs in the room that hold dull decors and j on his feet a gap away in watch of his two superiors in chat.
" At first I thought it was nothing worth investigating but then I saw your mark on her which means she's yours and I dared not prey on what's yours ". John details out in search for answers from the king's face that shows little reaction.
For decades have gone and never had it occurred across the states that the tyrant king had his mark on anyone, not even those of his kins, let's say a weak human of no name. His heart is known to be hard and rocky with no attachment, his whole appearance presents terror and fear upon whoever provokes him. To him the whole mating process is a source of weakness, he places no value on it as he seeks no connection to anyone.
And why waste his precious time on such trivial things as mating, he's a king cursed with immortality, unlike many of his fellow supernatural beings that have hundreds of years of life and can be put to ash by special weapons, he's different. No weapon can rip the breath out of him, so why bother when he's aware he's destined to live a lonely life for many centuries to come?
His dark gaze falls on John and his unbelievable stories.
When John dropped in with a rushed human at his doors in claims of her being his mate, he was stunned as well. His ears had failed to comprehend the words so he had ordered him to repeat his claims which John did delightfully. His eyes disbelieved to have seen his mark on her skin and as much as he would have loved to dispose the claims and her, he couldn't. His curiosity was too much to let it slide so easily.
Known by him that he has never marked anyone, he isn't that reckless of a person, and his every meet with a woman is well calculated. He is in control of his every little emotion.
" So are you going to tell me how you met her?" John pushes in with a known risk of angering him and a chance of getting punished, but again it's much of a thrill to let down.
"You can trust me I won't say a word to any ear about it. Did you cross paths with her when you went on that trip to the city" he queried on the king's previous visit to meet one of the parliament members on the case of the hectic death of citizens, which was believed to have been caused by two supernaturals that escaped the royal prison.
One a rouge and another a deceased mind witch.
His trip involved him locating them before more harm could be done and as to be done, he granted that an easy death of no return.
" I'm more curious as to how she was able to seduce you to bed her, did you have fun?"
The king's eyes flip in bright brown, his hands rise in reach of John Collars and just as he's about to snap him back to senses a knock is heard from the door. Gently he drops John's weight back on the chair and still his posture to respond.
"Speak " King Steffen orders in a commanding voice.
Out at the closed door, her eyes level at her feet as she speaks of her intended visit. " Her Highness is awake " she informs her startled at the sudden wind that got her shaken on her feet. In haste, she raises her head in watch of her king in a blast of wind towards the path of the chamber that Ella occupies.
"Don't you also suspect their relationship?" Abi's eyes roll at John's question, not wanting to indulge in such conversation she races her steps behind the king's far lead and so does John.
Within the room, Ella is on a trip out for the balcony when a sudden wind freezes her on her toes in watch of a man. Startle she gazes into his eyes, his height that cowards hers in shadow in comparison. A more detailed look at him reminds her of a perfect image of her star crush, just a bit flaw of his height being more than the hero she adores.
"You are awake" he states taking a clear view of her, she's a bit little and off his preference in women. There's no denial in the beauty and charm she holds yet nothing to add. Her chest is flat and so is her body.
" No, am still sleeping" she sarcastically said with a roll of her eyes.
What's he, blind?
He can clearly see her on her feet and he dares ask such a rhetorical question, well Lucky him he has just met his match. She's not easily intimidated.
" Do you usually speak this ill manner?" he asks being pissed at her tone and words of choice. Doesn't she know who he is, he could easily rip her tongue out and have her tortured for her insult to him, but he dares not for he needs her tongue for speech. There's a long interrogation he plans for her, questions he wants her to give answers to, like how she has his mate Mark.
" Tell me who you are " he inquires with a tight gaze at the face that pays no attention to him. Her eyes send out at the balcony, calculating her mind is, on her escape plan.
"Who are you and how the hell do you have my mate mark on you?", he asks in a hard husk tone that grabs her gaze at him. In the dumb mouth, she arched her brows at the words he said, baffled at whatever rubbish he just said.
" You tell me who you are and what the hell are you talking about, what mark and what's mate". She bites back with an exclaim sigh, irritated at his eyes staring at her like she's a criminal.
"Listen I don't know who you are or what the hell is going on here. Like you, I would love to know" she sighed with fingers on her temples. Inhale and exhale her breath goes as she glances at the man in watch of her in dubious.
"You're a human" he whispers, taking to the knowledge she wouldn't be aware of anything but again he's in more doubt about everything. He had thought she would have the answers to his questions, instead, he's expected to feed her curiosities.
Now the question is, if she knows not of her possession of the mark then who best answers the question?
" The mark on your back how did you get it?" He asks to her widened eyes as she realizes, he must have seen her bare to know of the mark she bears on her back.
"You pervert" she accuses, crossing her hands on her body.
"What did you do to me when I was unconscious?" She demands in scold to his face.
Huff his throat goes to her audacity, he's a king and not some rascal who would stoop so low. He would never take merit of an unconscious woman less say a little girl like her.
He never lays fingers on women without their consent.
" I didn't touch you, I wouldn't do such. You ain't my preference " he said earning himself a loud scoff from her and a hard twirl of eyes of irritation.
Of course, he speaks lies, her mind thought through. She might not be a hot cake but she sure knows the merit she carries. There's no way a man would see her without clothes and not be attracted, let's say as unconscious as she was.
"Then how do you know I have a mark on my back?"
He groans to his embarrassment, he can't possibly tell her he saw it when he took a peep behind her back, in confirmation of John's earlier claims. She might just misunderstand him and accuse him of other names, he has a reputation to keep, so a little white lie won't hurt anyone.
"That's not of important now, tell me how that mark got there?"
"That's just an ugly birthmark," she said to his disbelief, his knuckles fisted to her insult of his mark being ugly. Is she of knowledge of the many ladies that would love to be in her position, to bear the king's mark? The many that had slit their way on his bed in the hope of getting his mark on them? And she dares call it ugly.
'Ingrate'
"Birthmark, as in …"
"I was born with it. It's an old buddy I wish I could get rid of but can't. But why so concerned about it?"
And just as he's about to elaborate on her question the door goes wide in welcome of John and others.
Freeze her eyes go on him, cold her body feels on touch of the blurr memories now in full view. The scene of him shifting into the white beast that almost ripped her head out, gets her shaken on her toes. A back her feet goes on every approach taken by John inside the room.
" You, you turned, you are a beast," she said after a compel rage from within.
"Where am I, where is Mia, where is she?", she scolds.