Sitting on the cold floor, I fold my knees up and place my chin on them with my arms wrapped around my legs. I wonder if I should listen to him or do what I need to do. Go out there as the princess and order for his arrest. Besides, I'm the crown princess of Brocrest, the guards will follow my instructions.
But... What if everything has changed as he said earlier? What if Elena is truly after me now? The truth is, I didn't kill my father, I didn't kill the king. The silver-eyed man did and the only way that I can defend my innocence is by taming this strange man and bringing him back to Brocrest to be beheaded by the royal council.
The squeaking sound of the door makes me turn my head in the direction and my eyes squint slowly. He left through the door earlier but did not forget to threaten me. That is why I didn't even noture the idea of escaping. He is able to kill the king and the royal guards like a chicken, I won't be an exception.
His footsteps get closer and my heart freezes in my chest. Bile creeps into my throat slowly and suddenly, it becomes difficult to breathe. I look down slowly and see his strange boots. The room isn't that bright but I know that the boots he wore are strange.
I stare and force the bile down my throat slowly and I feel my heart squeeze in my chest. The pain makes me whimper and I regret it immediately. I should have let the bile stay in my throat and not force it down.
I pull back as I see him crouching down to my height. Those eyes are the last thing that I want to see. They're so metallic and devilish.
His crazy leaves scent fills my nostrils and at that moment, I feel like puking, knowing that, I shouldn't like anything that belongs to my enemy. Not just an enemy, a mortal enemy.
" The crown princess of Brocrest acting like a chicken," his cold icy words fall into my ear. I am forced to raise my head up and look into his eyes to prove that I am not a chicken.
I look away immediately. Those silver eyes are like metallic blades, cutting deep into my skin.
" You dare not look at my eyes." He chuckled and my jaw clenched slowly. I hate him.
He stands up and my eyes follow him as he takes a step away from me.
" I went to Brocrest," he says and my heart races frantically in my chest.
" Did you murder another royalty?" I blurt out the first words that came to my mind and he chuckles. That creepy chuckle.
" Not yet princess, that will be too easy for the royalties. " He answers and takes another step forward.
I unwrap my arms from my legs and stand up with shaky legs. My sister and stepmother's can be annoying and irritative but I don't want them dead.
" What do you mean?" I ask in a whispering tone and I doubt if he heard me.
He turns back and I stumble like a toddler. I look away from his face and focus my gaze on the vase of black flowers by my right. I've been in this room for God knows how long and I never noticed the black flowers.
" It simply means that it will be easy for you to mourn the loss of your families at once." He answers without breaking a breath and I still don't get it. His voice distracts me from the strange flowers, disarraying my line of thought.
" I still don't get it," I mumble and my ears whisper in alarm as the faint sound of his footsteps draws closer.
" I didn't know that the crown princess of Brocrest is dumb." He says and I know that he is mocking me. He isn't the first person to say it so I am not surprised. My beloved father calls me dumb sometimes, as well as my antagonizing sister. It's a phrase that I have gotten acquainted with.
When he didn't get any response from me, he proceeded to say in an enunciating tone that sent shivers down my spine.
" I will let you mourn the loss of your father and after you have gotten over it, I will push the knife into your sister's head then let you mourn her and I will... "
" Shut up! " I scream at him, covering my ears with my palms as the salty liquids flows down my cheeks. His words hurt. They are traumatizing and plant the seed of fear in one's heart.
His is devilish. If he isn't the devil, then the devil doesn't exist.
" You talk about killing humans as killing flies?" I ask, shaking my head at him. Doesn't he have any compassion in his heart? I don't think he has one. His chest is dark and empty.
" Killing is my hobby. You need to get used to it. " He answers and walks away, leaving me hurt and broken with trembling legs.
His last sentence resounds in my head. " Killing is my hobby. You need to get used to it." Does that mean that I will be stuck by his side forever, witnessing all of his brutal killings?
I wheeze at the thought. I stagger backward, my head throbbing like I have been hit with a blacksmith harmer on the head. I think I'm wrong. That is not the meaning of his words. I don't want to get used to his brutal acts.
" You seem dazed." I lift my head up and see him standing before me with his hands folded around his chest like he never left some minutes ago. He is so weird.
He turns around and disappears into the darkness at the end of the room. I didn't know when I let out a sigh. I didn't know if it was that of relief but I feel better letting it out and nervous at the same time.
I push my hair back and I feel his presence in the room again as I feel cold tingles on my skin.
A sack bag drops from his hand and hits the floor right to my feet. I look at the sack sitting lazily on the floor and it makes me wonder what is inside. It's not a human head, is it?
" Eat the bread and change into the clothes. We will leave in an hour."