Zion |✔️ {featured on Wattpad Talent Scouts}

TWENTY-ONE

"Let me guess, you have some fancy penthouse up here?" Zion chuckles, nodding his head as we head up. As the doors slide open, a set of double doors revealed. Zion pulls out a key, unlocking the door, the doors opening to show off a beautiful entrance hall. The dark orange walls display modern art, the chocolate wooden flooring polished as I try and find any specs of dust. The hall opens up to a modern living room, leather couches circling a fire pit-like-fireplace, a Persian rug beautiful done. "How often do you come up here?"

Zion heads directly to the posh kitchen, taking out from the fridge an expensive beer. "Whenever I'm in the city or there's nothing to do at the palace," he explains, taking a swing of the alcohol as I look to the city line displayed by the wall-replaced-windows. "Has a pool as well, right next to the office."

Rolling my eyes, I can sense his ego through the one statement. "Well, I'll have to test it out," I comment, a smile spreading across my face as some new confidence has boosted me up. "Coming?"

I enter the only other hallway, the hall stretching on as ten doors are in the hall. Pushing open one, I reveal a guest room. Another door and I find a TV room. "You passed it."

Arms wrap around my body, swinging me to the other side, a giggle escaping my lips. At least I'm acting my age now.

The door opens to show off a beautiful and massive room, one filled with a shallow to deep pool, a hot top as well, and mosaic tiling upon the pool floor. "Let me jar kick off my sh-

The warm water hits my skin and my clothes become soaked. "You asshole!" I shout as I resurface, Zion chuckling as he takes off his shoes and tie. He doesn't even both with the rest as he dives right in, coming up right next to me as I smile.

For what feels like hours we just stay in the water, my eyes closed as I listen to the water, my heartbeat, and the occasional commentary from Zion.

Suddenly, lips brush again my cheek, arms wrapping around my body as I roll my head around, opening my eyes. "I can tell why you prefer this place, it has the city to go with it instead of that village, no offense."

"None taken, I'd rather be out here anyway," Zion replies, resting his forehead against mine.

"Is the Senate surviving? Anything new?" I ask, pushing off the wall and away from Zion as I float upon my back. "After all, you left them for the day."

"They want to start having you contact some rogues that are well respected." Closing my eyes, I concentrate on my breathing, thinking about the rogues the Alphas want me to talk with. Believe it or not, rogues have leaders, those that they look up to. "Besides, I bet they are having a shorter day today because of the ball tomorrow."

"You gave a dress maker one day to create a piece?" I ask, looking up to see Zion checking his phone. As he looks back to me, he shrugs his shoulders, his dress shirt covering nothing as it sticks to his skin, completely wet, and making me want to do things I don't want to do now.

"The owner of the store is a fairy, meaning it's easy work." Rolling my eyes, I swim on my back, reaching the other end.

For the rest of the day I spend the time in a silk robe that reaches mid-shin, Zion and I making small talk every now and then. After swimming we both came to a silent agreement that we were here to get away from the palace.

As of now I lay in one of the guest beds, looking up at the ceiling as I just want to be swept away from this life. I have no clue how I am going to handle the rogues and try to bring them in on the war. Fisting my hands in my damp hair, I groan, rolling off of the bed with the duvet secured around my body.

"Goddess I hate this," I mutter, getting to my feet, I stretch my arms up, letting the muscles stretch and my bones pop. Getting up, I head for the door, a bit uncomfortable that underneath I have nothing on but my undergarments. As the door opens, I can hear the TV playing softly in the living room and noise in the kitchen.

"I'm thinking Japanese, opinion?" Zion asks right away as I step into the kitchen. As I cross my arms, I realize how casual the King is dressed, in nothing but sweats and an older t-shirt with Yale across the front.

"Fine with that...did you attend college?" I ask, cocking my head to the side.

Zion nods. "Got my bachelors and masters in electrical engineering at Yale." I'm surprised, no business or law like I would of expected. I head to the fridge, grabbing a water as Zion comes up from behind me, caging me in. If anything from the past weeks that I've learned, Zion is growing more confident about imposing upon my personal space day by day. "We should leave after eating, back to the castle."

"Good idea," I mumble, looking over my shoulder to Zion. "I want an answer, and I want nothing but the truth."

"What is it?"

"You promise to give a truthful answer?" Zion leans back against the kitchen island, crossing his arms as he nods for my question. "Did you kill my parents?"

Silence.

Complete and utter silence that makes me sick to my stomach.

"Do you trust me?"

Tears begins to form, falling down my face as I remember my mother's gentle smile and my father's laugh. I want the truth.

"I trust you."

Zion let's out a deep breath, looking me straight in the eye.

"Then that's all you need to know."

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