I woke up the sound of heavy breathing and snores. A sleepy Prince still on my shoulder. I felt drool, a heavy head and sweaty hair. Would I dare wake a Prince? Yes. "Harry...Har-"
"Mm?" Harry hummed without opening his eye lids.
"What's going to happen today?" I asked, looking at the ceiling.
"Mm. Today? Wha- How'd you get in here?" Harry asked me, lifting his head off me and sitting up right, very quickly.
I pushed my body off the bed to sit up right and look at him. "What? I- You asked me to sleep with you."
Harry shook his head and used his hands to shoo me. Shoo me huh? "Get out! What's wrong with you?" Harry yelled.
"Harry, you told me to lay next to you?"
"What'd you call me?" Harry asked tensely.
"Harry. What's going on-?"
"It's Prince Harry. Prince. Don't forget it again." Harry said, removing his body from the bed. He pushed his hair back and faced the ground, seconds later he looks at me "...Did we fuck?"
I opened my mouth to gasp and I widened my eyes. "No! No, we didn't!" I was certainly appalled by what Harry said, and so I covered my chest with my hands. I was still only wearing my bra and underwear.
"Well we had to have fucked or else why would you be in my room? ...Maybe you don't remember." Harry said shaking his head and walking over to his bathroom.
I watched Harry as his back faced me. "Oh my goodness. Harry, you said I could call you by your first name last night! Do you seriously not remember me? We did not have intercourse, you told me to sleep beside you, you said that I give you good company."
Before Harry could get into the bathroom he turned to look at me, "Look, I'm just as confused as you are. Obviously I drank last night. Just get out and put on some clothes for God's sake."
"Harry, I'm so confused." I shake my head.
"Get yourself clothes before you say my name again." Harry warned and then shut the door to his bathroom.
"I've got no clothes. You told me as a punishment, I would get no clothes!" I yelled, loudly.
Harry smirked, walking out of the bathroom and over to his closet. "No clothes huh? That was clever of me. Well I guess you'll have to go this whole day without a wardrobe."
I stayed sitting up right in his bed, my legs covered by his blankets. I looked down at my fingers, "What do I have to do to get clothes?"
Harry turned, walking backwards to his closet and smirked at me. "What can you do?" he asked, causing my stomach to churn.
"I can't do anything." I say almost to quickly. Perv bastard.
"You're capable of much more than you know... what's your name again. Jas? May? Gab-"
"Gisele. How could you forget me? I can't believe this." I mutter.
"Acutally, I remember there being a Gisele. She's sexy... you're sexy. Hey, you know we've got the same eye color Gisele?"
I felt the heat rise on my face and my short temper suddenly craving to burst. "I told you that last night."
"Of course you did! Fuck, I was probably foolish enough to tell you that you're the one." Harry shouted, while he was inside his closet. He came out dressed with black pants and some wool navy fleece. "I didn't do that did I?"
Oh. I shook my head, lying.
"Well good. Actually you could possibly be the one though, with a body like yours, I'd be stuipid to let you go." Harry smirked, eyeing my chest, since that was the only visible body part of mine that wasn't covered at the moment. I turned my head around and looked out the window, tears forming in the corner of my eye. I don't want to be here, if he were even to wed me, he'd only use me for sex. This isn't right. He isn't right.
Harry chuckled. "Come here."
"I don't want too."
"Get the fuck here."
I looked at him to see his hands in a fist. His eyes darted right at me. He's so damn demanding. I got out of the bed and walked over to him.
"Good girl, now listen to my plans. The seven of you girls are going to work in the kitchen today. Not that I need my woman to cook, since I've got twenty fucking chefs. But it's a quality that I would like my wife to have. You'll be preparing a dish for me. Don't dissapoint me." Harry said, while cupping my face with his hands.
"I don't know why you're doing this." I said, not daring to look him in the eyes.
"Hey, look at me when I speak to you." Harry said, moving my head with his hands.
He let out a smile as soon as my eyes met his, "Atleast I warned you. I'd think about what you're going to come up with. I like Tacos; just so you know."
*
All us girls had to shower and change before we begin our day today. Thank goodness I was able to wear some clothing. A maid bathed me and told me that it was Harry's request to use the best soaps and conditioners on me, only. I rolled my eyes, he probably made sure to have all the maids say that each girl.
I walked over to the clothes that were set for me. Harry also picks out the clotheing for us all. For me he chose a black dress that looked like a long peplum shirt. The black dress hugged my curves and stopped mid thigh. The dress was thick and sort of heavy. After putting the dress on, the maid gave me enormous gold studs to put on my ears and black flats that had a gold tip. The maid, whose name I learned to be Leah, blow dried my hair and put it in a half up-half down style. Leah said she was my assigned maid. I assured Leah that I wasn't a crazy woman and that I appreciate her help, she smiled and hugged me.
I looked over to the mirror in front of me. Harry really knows how to treat a woman. I loved the way I felt.
As I went down and into the kitchen, I looked over at the six girls that were left, each dressed in beautiful hand crafted dresses, like mine. The only difference that I could spot between my dress and theirs, which was obvious is that they all wore bright and bold colors.
I looked down to my dress only to be reminded I was wearing black, my mother once told me black was evil and the color of death. Great.
Each girl had her hair styled in a different way and still we all looked so different from one another. I know for a fact though, that I was certainly not as beautiful as these women.
I looked over at each girl as we stood awkwardly in the kitchen; all the girls here hate each other, since each of us is technically fighting to 'win' Harry's love. I'm just trying my best to cope with this mess and Harry's personality, although I do enjoy the ten karat gold that's clipped onto my ears.
Harry came into the kitchen and introduced to us our 'task' of the day, which I was well aware about, he concluded by clapping his hands and telling us to get to work immediately. He made sure to throw in a wink before he walked out of the gigantic kitchen. Each of us having a stove and oven; our own station.
I know that Harry likes tacos, since he told me, but I don't want to serve him something he'll like, since I don't want to be here at all.
My brother always made our meals back home. And oh how I miss Anthony so much right now. Hopefully Julian is sharing the money he got from his trade for me, to Anthony. And I hope Anthony hasn't become depressed or back to his old, agressive ways.
I watched some of the girls run back and forth from pantry, to fridge to a stove. I walked toward a cabinet to look for a pan. I've never prepared a stake, but there's a first for everything. And hell, maybe Harry will get food poisoning.
I hadn't paid attention to the man standing in front of me, but once his eyes met mine, I stopped to listen to him. He looked at a slip of paper in his hand. "I need a, 'Gisele,'" he said.
I nodded my head and dropped my equipment. What's going on? I followed the guard out of the kitchen and towards a room with white tile and no furniture. I saw Harry standing, looking out a window. There were so many windows.
The guard cleared his throat, in order to get Harry's attention. "Prince."
Harry turned to look at the guard and then shifted his body to look behind him, at me. A smile appeared on his face and he opened his hands out for me, "Gisele! Come here."
I stayed in place and turned my head slightly to watch the guard leave. "I will run out of time Harry, I need to get back into the kitchen and cook a meal for you."
I could tell Harry was ignoring me as I saw his eyes move to areas all over my body. "You look lovely. But of course you look lovely without the clothes too." Harry grabbed my waist and put his lips to my ear, "but that's no secret."
"I need to get back into the kitchen." I blurted, while trying to put a distance between Harry and I, which I failed to do so.
"Ah, no you don't. I don't want you to cook for me."
I shot my head up to him, "but why? That won't be fair."
"Because I don't want you too. Don't question me. I'm getting rid of a couple of girls today, and eventually I'll be choosing one of the barbies in there to compare to you, and you'll both stay until I can figure out who fits me best... if you know what I mean."
I gave Harry a disgusted look, which only made his smirk grow. "Well hopefully I get to leave," I mumble quietly.
"What was that? You want to leave?" Harry said, acting surprised, he even took a step back and now placed his hands on my shoulders.
"I'm not meant to be a princess. I'm from Loam, remember? Filth city, you said so yourself."
"The city may be filth, but you are a diamond and nothing compared to the city people."
"What do you mean? Filth? My family lives there." My family. "What's happening to my family right now, Harry?"
"Remind me of your family, Gisele. I'm not a fucking wizard."
I shut my mouth and squeezed my eyes, as I tried to explain my family to Harry. It's hard explaining that you were sold into this life and pronounced dead to your brother but are currently living in a castle, made of only gold and marble, and shower with honey and doves. I'm living luxuriously, while my brother is suffering. "Julian. He-Julian, he was the one who sold me to you or the King- and he-"
"Sh baby. It's okay." Harry said, as he grabbed my neck and placed my head on his chest. "I know who you're talking about. I know a Julian. I'll be sure to get them taken care of."
"Thank you."
Harry let go of my head and moved his hands behind his back. He smiled at me, "Of course." Then I noticed him starting to move away from me, I turned my body to follow him but he quickly grasped on to my shoulders. "Stay in place, baby."
I looked at him confused, where was he going? A smirk formed on Harry's face, as he circled around me, staring at every part of my body.
"Baby, you look so great, I can't even explain..." Harry said, once he made a full 360 degree turn around me.
I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. "You've dressed me in the color of death," I spat.
Harry moved closer to me and put one hand on my waist, his left hand on my cheek. "Black is associated with power, elegance, formality and mystery. It's a mysterious color associated with fear and the unknown. You're beauty gives you power and your body was crafted by God only to be elegant. Death and Evil? No, you're more a mystery. A mystery I need to solve. There is an uncertainty that I feel when I'm with you. Yes, black has a negative connotation like you just stated but black denotes strength and authority; for only the two days I've known you, I can tell you're afraid, but you're strong. Stronger than most women I've met, even most of the women here. Black gives the feeling of perspective and depth, it's a powerful and aggressive color, which is why I picked it out for you. Which is why you're wearing this color dress."
I put my hand up to touch Harry's hand, which was still on my cheek. My mouth opened and I shook my head to disagree with him, all the while a tear formed in the corner of my eye and soon stained my cheek, crawling down to my chin.
I looked into Harry's green eyes, which shined and stared deep into me. His warm hand leaving a cool sensation on my cheek. His tall frame shielding me and his strength keeping me up and still. I may have just fell over and fell in love.
Another tear hurried out of my eye, but Harry was quick to smear it away with his thumb before it reached my chin. I wanted to thank Harry, he made me realize that I am a strong young lady. I guess I wear black well. I opened my mouth to thank him but he spoke before me.
"Don't worry. Now, lets go together into the kitchen and see who can impress me."
I sniffled and let out a laugh.
Harry winked, and dropped his hand to grab mine. "Although I may not want anyone other than you. They can't compete." He said in my ear, leaving his breath to make the hairs on my face rise.
I let out another laugh. "Harry, you liar. They're all gorgeous." I said, wiping my eye and holding onto Harry's hand tightly.
I felt Harry squeeze my hand back hard, causing me to whimper. "Don't call me a liar, babe. I don't like to lie and I would never lie to you. I don't need to lie."
"Okay, I'm sorry."
"Let's go." He said, as we made our way out of this room and toward the kitchen.
I can't help but wonder how the other girls will react to Harry's relationship with me. They're probably going to plot my death. After all, I was the first to be sent to his room, I spent a night with him and I recieved the most elegant dress. I wasn't allowed to cook and I spent more alone time with him than anyone else.
Yeah, they're going to hate me.
I ignored my thoughts and looked at my hand that was held by Harrys. I can't help but feel that he must chose me to wife...