The Shadow King's Princess (An OHSHC Fanfic) [Completed]

Chapter Two

A majority of the car ride was silent. Every now and then Kyoya would ask something, mostly about the flight and the past few weeks, but he spent most of the time typing away at his laptop. I almost felt grateful for that, seeing as a few of his questions came dangerously close to the sort that I would have done anything to avoid discussing.

When we reached the house, I felt nothing but relief. Once out of this car I'd be able to escape the questions, as few of them as there'd been. Sure, it was comfortable enough being near him, I'd known him for a long time and the familiarity was something I'd been desperately missing, but I couldn't help the want to be alone. Seeming to notice at least some part of this, Kyoya instructed one of the servants that had come out to meet us to show me the way to my new room, and to point out where his was.

"If you need anything," he added in explanation. "It's my job to make sure you're comfortable."

I couldn't decide if he meant out of friendship or his father's orders. It could be either, probably the second...

Once I'd reached my room, I dismissed the servant and shut the door behind me. Dropping my bag to the floor, I simply braced my back against the door for a moment, taking deep, calming breaths. It'd been a few days without a panic attack, and I was quite proud to say that I had a feeling that I would be able to add this day to the list, as long as things continued to go as they were. The airport had been close, but I'd gotten out just fine. Maybe I was getting better...

Picking my bag back up, I walked over to a set of stairs not far from the door. At the top I could see a small door that I could easily imagine leading to the bed. When I got up there I saw I was right, and dropped the bag on the bed. Back outside of the room, I put my hands on the railing and scanned the area with my eyes. It was easy enough to spot what I was looking for, and it sent me hurrying back down the steps.

On a desk near a large window, I found my violin.

"Did you miss me?" I whispered, crushing the box to my chest. "I'm so sorry I sent you ahead."

After a few more minutes had passed, I forced myself to sit it back down. The choice to send it ahead had been a hard one, but I hadn't wanted to risk losing it between here and France, sending it with the rest of my stuff had seemed like the safer choice.

Turning away from the desk, feeling as if I were ripping my heart out by leaving it inside it's box, I located the dresser and drawer that should hold my nightgowns. It was easy to pick out the one I wanted, a modest, white, cotton material that fell just past my knees. No matter how much I was longing to play, I could feel the exhaustion beginning to weigh down on me. Whatever I played at this time wouldn't sound even remotely close to my normal sound.

"Tomorrow," I promised, turning my eyes back to the violin. "I'll make sure I have enough time in the morning."

After I had the nightgown on I made my way back to my bed, crawled up on it, and fell asleep before I even considered pulling up the covers.

 

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The room was pitch black. All my curtains were closed, and my blanket was thrust over my head. I couldn't care about the black, something that normally scared me to death.

"Zaira, let us in."

"No," I mumbled, my voice cracking and muffled. It didn't bother me if they couldn't hear me.

"Please, you have guests, and everyone is worried about you. Your meals haven't been touched for over a day now. Your parents wou-"

"G-go away!" I managed, some emotion sparking in me for a moment. It was gone a second later.