Suddenly,she lost her balance and was falling. Before she could hit the hard,cold floor, an arm suddenly wrapped around her waist holding her tightly. She looked up at her saviour and it was him. His grey, devilish eyes looked at her and she felt naked under his gaze. He pulled her close to him and whispered; "Are you alright?" And as his warm breath brushed across her ear, she felt this tingling sensation that weakened her knees.
"Annabelle" her father's shouts awakened her from her selfish thoughts. "Why didn't you wear the dress I brought you?" "Don't you know it's not decent when a princess wears such revealing clothes?" He shouted drawing everyone's attention. "But father,..."Don't you dare speak back when I talk". he said raising his hand to hit me. I closed my eyes waiting for the excruciating pain I was about to feel but after a while, nothing seemed to have happened. I slowly opened my eyes to see my father's raised hand being held back by him(my groom). He grabbed unto my waist and pulled me closer to him.I was so close to him that his smell almost took my breath away. Then,with no emotion, he said ; "Don't you dare raise your hand on my wife again or you are going to regret it. "And also, I think she looks stunning and what I think of her is what matters since she's my wife now. He said as he pulled me even closer looking deep into my eyes and I felt like disappearing under his gaze. "I am taking my wife home now". He announced and dragged me out. There, a carriage was waiting for us. On the ride back, he looked like he was lost as he looked out the window. "Do you have anything to ask me?" He turned to look at me. "Oh No! How did he know I was staring at him". I felt my face turn red and not wanting him to know the reason,I decided to ask of his name. "Zamain". He responded bluntly and just as I thought I was off the hook,he added;"Why is your face red?" and this made me blush even more looking down embarrassed as a smirk appeared on his face which made him look even more dashing. As the carriage slowed down, a dark mansion came into veiw. The coachman stepped out opening the door for us to get out. Then,we were greeted by an old man in his 40's. "Master Zamain, my lady". The old man said. "Albert,go inform father that I'm back". Zamain ordered Albert. "Yes young master". Albert responded rushing quickly inside. Zamain took long and hurried steps which Annabelle was barely able to keep up with as they entered the house. Even though the appearance of the house looked soul crushing from the outside, the inside surely proved that thought wrong. The mansion was very clean with vintage decorations that made it look like a museum. As I was busy admiring the qualities of the house, a man that looked like he was in his early thirties walked into the hall were we were at with an unhappy expression followed by a young girl and the moment he saw Zamain, his expression became more relaxed. "Welcome back Zamain, so this is your new wife". His father said which made me wonder if I was his only wife or if he had concubines. "Yes father". Zamain said cutting his words short. "But I don't agree". "Why should Zamain marry another?" The girl standing beside the father complained. "And that is of no concern to you, step sister". Zamain said with a cold voice unlike the tone he used when speaking with his father. "Why do you always want to cause trouble, Jane?" His father added. "But father,..."Jane complained but before she could speak,she was cut off when Zamain suddenly grabbed my arm and led me upstairs. As we went,I could hear the cries and screams from Jane.Then we came upon two big doors at each side that led to his room. He opened the doors and we entered and closed it shut after . He started to unbutton his shirt and this made Annabelle worried. She turned around as her face turned slightly red. "Aren't you tired wearing these heavy clothes?" Zamain asked. "Ok then I am going to take a shower". She replied, then entered the bathroom without even sparing him a glance. She entered the bathroom, wanting to take off the dress,she couldn't because the zipper was far lower and her hands could not reach. Suddenly, the door to the bathroom opened and he entered, walking straight to stand behind me. "Do you need help with your zipper?" He asked and even before I could answer, his hand was already on the zipper of my dress,unzipping it. As he slowly unzipped the dress,his cold fingers would brush across my skin,and burned me like a flame. After he was done, I thanked him and he left. I looked around and noticed that all the things I needed were there. I smiled, then started bathing. After my bath,I wrapped a towel around me and was heading out but then, I slipped.