Wilder's POV
I was woken up by the rays of sunlight that managed to penetrate into the room through the curtain and the first thing that caught my attention were few strands from her - Poema's - hair.
Her hair, a sweet sensation to my fingers, long - definitely back length- ,yet straight and soft. With a brown hair colour, which I find very attractive. My hands played down her hair and I brushed them behind her ear after which I let out a smile.
She sleeps so peacefully, her lips are curvy, small and pink. They are very alluring. I sat up on the bed to study her beauty very carefully. 'l don't want to miss any details' my subconscious mind hammered.
Her round face is quite soft and fragile which is very smooth alongside a smooth white skin, a thin black eyebrow that served as a perfect compliment to her gorgeous look. Her eyes opened slowly which made me see clearly her beautiful Hazel eyes.
My heart is definitely filled with joy, I'm in fact ge happiest man alive. Who won't be happy on their day of their marriage? Especially when it's to a very beautiful lady like her.
Out of fright maybe, Poema yelled, her soft tiny contralto voice echoing with so much charm in my ears, jolting me out of my thoughts. "P-prince" she shuttered fidgeting.
I nearly chuckled but let it out stylishly whilst letting out a sign. For a moment, her eyes twitched, "I'm so-sorry Prince Wilder" her voice came.
My brows raised, and with a puzzled look, I faced her. "Sorry for..?".
"How did I get here?" She interrupted me.
'Has she forgotten such an important day so quickly?' I thought, felling a little bit sad. "Good morning" I replied, a means to divert her attention to something else and necessarily not how she got here. Not because of anything but the thought of Killan makes me wanna puke.
A quick knock was heard on the door before it squeaked open and I furrowed my brows wondering who dared come in without my approval.
"Your Highness" the voice came as she bowed her head. Alas! It was just a mere maid. Her legs are bare together with a patched dress. In her hands was placed a tray with a glass plate and cup on it.
That definitely is my morning appetiser, I barely survive without them, they are my favourite. Strawberry cake and well prepared strawberry juice.
I could go one, two or three days without food but not without my favourite. "The appetizers Your Highness" the maid managed to say
"Oh boy!" I chuckled inwardly at myself, I have forgotten that she's been bowing for minutes now. "As you were" I mumbled betwixt chuckle.
She stood still, the tray still placed in her hands. Her eyes moved from me to Poema and I wondered why, not because she turned to face Poema but because she shifted her gaze, one which I could barely understand, one which was filled with much untold and hidden emotions to Poema.
"How dare you barge in without my approval?" I made sure to sound hoarse and stoic.
The maid shivered though I could barely see her remorse. "I'm sorry Prince Wilder".
"I'll take my leave first Your Highness" Poema comes in.
I scoffed then replied, "Not so fast".
Her eyes fell which I was able to notice even though she tried to hide that. Perhaps the presence of the maid was what caused her discomfort.
Either way, I would not let her leave just yet, we have a lot to do since our marriage is in two days, we should know each other before then.
"You may leave" I ordered, then turned back to face her, who looked disturbed. Their facial expressions and reactions added to my curiosity whether the two were a bit close.
The maid placed the tray by a table close by then bowed before she eventually left. My curiosity reached it's peak when Poema heaved a sign, one I didn't realise she has been holding.
"Do you both know each other?" I asked her, my brows raised.
Her eyes fell once more, they definitely were good friends but I won't pester her if she doesn't want to talk about it just yet. "It's fine if you don't want to discuss it with me" I paused trying to catch her reaction which I did.
Her face lit up in some-what relief as I said that, "Just know that you can tell me anything, I'll always be here for you"I added and she smiled. A fake one.
"Come, we have a lot of preparations and catching up to do" I smiled at her.
My heart fluttered as her face reddened, she was undoubtedly cute. I never knew this is what it feels when you love someone- it's my first.
Though mother would be against it because she doesn't believe in true love, especially among we royals. But having Poema by my side, I now know that true love does exists.
I remember mother telling I and Freya that she and Father never loved themselves, neither did her parents. She would also tell us that falling in love with a person is barbaric and a taboo in the royal family.
She says it's a distraction and a weakness also - when you fall in love with a person. That's why, all my years on earth, I have never found a woman attractive or even thought about falling in love but when Poema came into the picture, my theories about love changed.
"Come" I reiterated as I carried her from the bed bridal style.
I placed her on a chair close to the table while I grabbed another chair so I could sit - the one where the tray which contained my favourite was placed.
My smile widened when her tummy made a loud noise. "I'm sorry" she mumbled embarrassed.
"It's fine" I replied, my face still plastered with smile.
I opened the covered meal then cut a piece of the cake with the fork, I moved closer to her, as I brought the fork closer her mouth. "Open" I sounded a little bit serious. She inclined.
She took a bit of the cake munching every bit of it, though she looked embarrassed and less comfortable. "Do you like it?" I asked.
"Yes. Your Highness" she replied with a warm smile. "Here" I pushed the tray closer to her.
"Thank you" she mumbled