Klaus's POV
"Wrong?" She said with a chuckle. "Wrong?! How can you sit there and tell me what is wrong and what is not. Do you even know what I lost? I lost my powers. Don't sit there and judge me for being angry about the entire situation.
"If I want to be mad at you for what happened then that is my own problem to put out there and not yours. Leave me alone. You don't get off so easily after what you've done to me."
And again my apologies were being rejected even when I was trying my best to be on my best behavior.
I had not done anything to her. All I wanted was for her to stop acting the way she was acting and start being nicer to me that was it.
If she did not accept my apologies then we would not get any further. I needed her to be my mate before the year was over. By this pace, I doubted we would even be friends before the year was over.
She seemed hellbent on pushing me away from her even when I was trying my best to be a nice host.
"Fine, what do you want me to do that would make this more enjoyable for you?" I asked while leaning over the table.
"Make what enjoyable. This prison?" She mockingly laughed as I felt terrible. "Set me free and then we can talk."
I shook my head. "I'm sorry but we can't do that."
"Then we can't have any relationship. No friendship, nothing. It's clear I am your prisoner."
"If you were my prisoner, then you would be in a worse position than you are now. I wouldn't be sitting on the same table with you if that was the case. Now please, don't make me feel bad for being a nice host. I am trying my best here to make you comfortable."
She got to her feet, tossing her napkin on the table.
"As long as I am a prisoner in this place, I will never be comfortable."
She walked back to her room which had me looking at her. When she was gone, my appetite for the food disappeared as I motioned for the maids to get the food away from me.
For over two weeks after that night, there were no signs of progress and I was getting tired of being rejected. I had done everything in the book. What was missing? It wasn't like I was treating her terribly. I was only trying to be king according to Sam. I was trying to woo her and be a lover.
If this was not going to work then I would have no choice but to give up. I was already giving in my all and it was going terribly wrong.
I got to the balcony to sit and think on what I would do for the next day.
My presence was getting stale and I needed to try something new out. Maybe instead of going there with gifts, I would try a different approach. In all I was doing I was bringing gifts and having it thrown to my face. Maybe I would try going to her without gifts and see how it would react for a change.
And that was what I did. I didn't go to her with my gifts, instead, I went with a different taste.
When I entered her room, her eyes first darted to my hands and when she didn't see any gift, her head tilted to the side like she was confused.
"I hope you had a very pleasant morning," I said to which she remained silent. She wasn't saying anything to me as a sign that she was still mad at me for keeping her here. "You don't need to act like that. You said you were being kept a prisoner and I told you that you could go around the castle. You're not really a prisoner if I did that."
She looked back at the book she was reading in bed as I sat down on the bed to look at her.
We stayed silent as she looked up to see me staring at her.
With a heavy sigh, she dropped her book and folded her arms.
"What do you want?" She sighed. "My soul?"
"I'm afraid if I ask for that you wouldn't be able to give it to me."
She scoffed at my joke and looked away.
"On a serious note, I'm not here for any of that. I'm here to talk to you and actually know how we can go further."
I waited for her to add something to what I had said but when I didn't get anything from her I went further.
"Your sister Layla was a wonderful vampire," I smiled in space. "I remember going on a few rides in some of the places she wanted to go to. We had a lot of fun there and sometimes I would think back on the good times we had and wonder if you two had beautiful times too."
She looked away from me, her eyes focused on the space before her.
"I know this is too much to ask for and everything but I just want to know about you and if it's not too much, I want to know about your relationship with your sister."
This way, we would start up a conversation with each other and maybe I would get to know her. If I was going to be tied to someone for a seemingly long time I had to know a little backstory on who or what I was dealing with.
I watched her eyes dart back and forth, contemplating on whether to talk about her sister or not but she finally decided to do so and I was happy when she turned to me.
"I'll tell you what you want to know," she said as I smiled at her, sitting comfortably on the bed.