Imprisoned

Chapter # 25

"Please say it's a lie." I whispered, shaking my head in denial.

"I am sorry, it's not. De Villiers is his right hand, his most loyal," He sighed sadly.

"What does he want with me? Who am I to him?" I growled, not wanting to think about it. That was why that guy De Villiers didn't kill me.

"Valencia's daughter."

"Is he going to... kill me?" I asked hesitantly.

"No. He won't do it nor would he let anyone do it."

Making a wry face, I lowered my head, biting my lips as he continued, "Soon you have to take the responsibility, I know you are not ready, you might never be. I know you don't even want it but know I am here for you." Prince tried to assure me but I was anything but assured.

"Death shall linger over your head but you are secured in my presence. Don't worry, you don't have to kill anyone, you just have to order that guy De Villiers, he will take care of things and shall teach you but I won't let him force you to be what you are not."

He explained so softly that I truly wanted to believe in his words but we both knew things were not easy as he was painting them.

They were rash, atrocious, immensely displeasing but my disapproval meant nothing.

"I don't want to become a heartless murderer." I said in a croaked voice.

"I am not even going to let you. If you trust me, believe me." He whispered, kissing my hands. Stealing a disappointing glance, I only looked down, unable to tell him- I do.

Removing my hands from his warmth, providing solace to my heart, I put them on my laps, sensing his gentle eyes laying over mine to do anything for my assurance.

"I am afraid to become what I am not." I confessed.

I have heard when you gain high status, you become arrogance, heartless. I don't want to become a second Zaniel.

"I won't let you, this is my promise." He smiled, taking a strand of my hair, but I gasped a little, moving back.

Standing up, I was about to leave but he held my wrist, standing behind me, he touched my shoulder, feeling the shudders of my body responding to a mere touch.

"Where was this reaction yesterday?" He asked in a slightly angered tone.

Gritting my teeth, I didn't look up, denying his touch grazing my skin like a lovely incurable disease. And since when are diseases good?

Lifting my chin, he made me confront his demanding eyes, brushing his thumb over my dry lips, his face lethally close to mine, restricting my breath to cope with his inflamed ones.

"Can I tell you a secret?" He asked seductively with his lips too close to mine, when his thumb gradually removed.

I thought his lips were going to replace it but instead to my vague nod, his murmur came, "I want to become necessary for your breaths."

You are becoming...

The anticipation paused my functions, dread made me swallow hard and when he noticed the thread of fear, he removed his hand and moved away from me with a long sigh.

'I hate what no one else could- he does to me.'

"I can't do anything about this fear." He said, getting away from me.

"Why?" I asked.

"It's beyond my capabilities."

Breathing out, my lips curled upward in a mocking manner, asking in disbelief, "So controlling my life is in your hands, obstructing my senses is in your hands, manipulating my body is your skill but annihilating a goddamn terror is not." I scorned, taking a step closer.