Anamaria
"Lady Anamaria," a servant called as I was chopping the carrot.
I wasn't expecting that, the knife accidentally pinch my finger as blood rush out.
"My lady!" The servant shriek.
"Leave it," I said as I pour water on my finger and wrap a cloth around it. I pour the soup from the pot and gently pour it inside the bowl. The servant pick it up as she lead me. It's true, I feel better since last night. I need to do my job.
I followed the servant to the front of his highness room. "Your highness?" The servant knocked but there's no answer.
She quietly open the door to reveal Prince Garrett and Princess Abigail. Prince Garrett was laying down on the bed as Princess Abigail was feeding him with a spoon in her hand.
His eyes met mine until the servant said, "I'm sorry to disturb, your highness. We're leaving." The servant awkwardly said as she grab my hand to direct me out of the chamber.
"No!" The Prince yelled. "Anamaria, stay!"
The servant look ate uncomfortably as she gave me the soup bowl and left. I made my way toward the Prince and bow, "your highness, I have to go do chores."
"You don't have to do chores, you are here as a guest, not servant."
I press my lip together, "I'm sorry." I said as Princess Abigail smirk at Prince Garrett.
"No need," he said without looking at me. The princess pick up the soup bowl and excused herself. I watched as she leave the room. "Is that for me?" Prince Garrett asked, referring to the soup. I sigh, "yes but since you've already ate, I'll give it to Rafael." I said turning around.
"Don't you dare," the Prince said as he slowly got out of bed. He struggle to walk. I put the soup bowl down on the nightstand as I made my way to help him back to bed.
The Prince smirk as I feel my face flushed. I grab the fur blanket and cover the Prince.
"I should get going," I said.
"Don't." I look at him in the eyes, "Anamaria, you haven't feed me the soup yet."
I can feel my lip curved by itself, "your highness, you have hands don't you?"
He grab my wrist before I can make any move. "Feed me."
I nodded, as I slowly dip the spoon inside the soup and carry it to his mouth.
His eyes suddenly noticed the cloth.
"What is this?" He said grabbing my finger, I tried to pull away but he unwrap the cloth to reveal my bloody finger. "Anamaria! What happened to your finger?"
"It's just a pinch," I said as I try to pull my hand away from him. His wrap the cloth around my finger tightly.
He stood up and drag me to the chamber's bathroom. I stared at him in shock as he wash my finger with clean soap. He grab the handkerchief from his pocket and wrap the expensive handkerchief around my finger.
"Thank you," I said as he kissed my hand. I nervously smile and pull back.
I turn my back to face him, "I really don't think that's a good idea...your highness."
"What? This?" He took arm and place kisses everywhere. His muscular arm wrapped around my waist as I struggle to get out. I didn't even try.
His face lean toward my neck as his soft lip touch the side of my neck slowly make its way to my face. I moan softly as I blink. My face was in shock as I spot Princess Abigail with a blank expression, leaning against the doorway.
Using all the force I can, I push him back. The princess quickly left as the Prince look at me perplex.
"Geez, Anamaria! Are you trying to kill me?" I shook my head. "Why are making that face?" He asked, referring to my face that I couldn't see.
He extended his arm for me to help him get up but I didn't. "Aren't you going to help me?" He asked, shaking his hand. I shook my head and continued to stare at him in shock.
"I thought you couldn't walk," I said.
He hesitated as his eyes bore into mine. He got up own his own as I step away from him. I cross my arms.
Once a liar, always a liar.
"You didn't finish feeding me yet," he continued.
"Aren't you full?" I asked.
"Never," he said with a smile.
I didn't smile back. The thought of not being with him.
"What's wrong?" He asked, pulling me closer.
I fake a smile, "I'm leaving tomorrow."
"No," he said pulling me even closer.
"Your highness," I push him back. "I don't think the princess would like that."
Prince Garret frown, "my name is Garrett. We're back to your highness now?"
I snicker, "fine, Garrett."
He smile, as I turn to leave the room.
"So this is it?" He asked.
I looked at him confused, "what do you mean?"
"This is it between us?"
"I don't understand what you mean, excuse me, I have to go pack up." I said and I painfully leave the prince's room.
Nora walk up to me, "my lady, the queen requested to see you."
I nodded as I followed Nora to the library. The queen was sitting in a comfortable navy blue chair reading a book. She put the book as soon as her eyes captured me.
"Anamaria, take a seat." The queen gave me a friendly smile.
I gave her back a friendly smile as I took a seat next to her.
"How is he doing?" The queen asked. I smiled at the thought of the Prince.
"He's doing better," I said. "He's getting stronger and more energetic."
The queen grabbed my hand, "I see." She said. "You did a really good job," she compliment.
My smile slowly faded and I shook my head, "I don't think I'm the one to take credit for it." I said. The queen glare at me, perplex. "Princess Abigail deserved the credit." The queen fake a smile, "I'm glad to hear that. She's such a good fiancé."
My heart has been stabbed, I fake a smile, "she is. She's also lovely, I'm glad you pick the right women for him."
The queen laugh, I was perplex about the subject she was laughing about.
She wipe the tears from her eyes, "oh Anamaria. I didn't pick his fiancé." She gave me a nervous smile. "My husband did, to be a little honest with you, I don't like her really much."
I closed my mouth before multiple question released from my mouth. The queen is probably irritated by me.
"If there's anything you want to say go ahead, dear." The queen kindly smile at me.
"Why don't you like her?" I asked.
The queen grin, "it's not that I don't like her...it's just that I prefer my step son with someone else. Garett is the crown to Ravernica after all, he deserved a smart queen to stay by his side. I just wanted him to find that perfect girl." She smile at her own thought.
Oh.
I studied her before blurting my mouth, "and who is the perfect girl you're talking about?" I asked curiously.
The queen blue eyes sent sensation over me. "You, my dear."
Anamaria