Natalie debated all day on whether or not to look Isaac up and decided it's better to assume him to be though a Bardaen prince than to be sure he was. At least she should get to know him a little bit more so that she wouldn't find him too uncomfortable to be around. She looked through the window to the vast blue orange sky, the sun shone brilliantly as it set, and the clouds took on diverse shapes. It was a windy day, but she couldn't appreciate the wind as the car windows were up. She reclined on the plush leather seat, which welcomed her body and promised to ease her exhaustion. But she dared not to close her eyes because the hunk behind the wheel had yet to earn her trust. Jonas kept his eyes on the road, his face straight and body tensed. He made it quite obvious that he disliked her, but thankfully, he never acted it out. Natalie, on the other hand, had no idea how to get on his good side. Was it even worth a try? She honestly had no answer to that. They reached the hotel, a
Natalie couldn't explain how happy she was with the way Isaac held her hand as they walked into the restaurant. It was a fancy eatery and Isaac? Well, he just naturally commanded attention anywhere he set foot in. And she being the woman beside him got her ecstatic. “Are you comfortable here, or would you like to go somewhere less crowded?” He asked as they found a seat. “Here's good.” She pulled her seat, and he did the same. “Good evening. What'd you like to order?” A waiter approached them with a notepad in hand. “Get us the best and most expensive set you have.” “Okay.” He smiled warmly and began to walk away. “Wait! Do you have an allergy?” His face was suddenly clouded with concern. “No, I don't.” “Carry on then.” The waiter complied. “How's your day?” He relaxed on the plastic chair. “Fun.” “Tell me more.” “I filled in for one of the dancers who fell sick, it's salsa, and it's fun!” She cooed. “You can salsa?” She laughed. “Yes, I know a lot of dances. It's part
Isaac stared blankly into space, his mind lost within himself. He kept asking himself why he's overreacting. So what if she's dancing with a man? They weren't kissing each other, so why couldn't he stand it? Why was he so disturbed that she wouldn't go home with him? And why the hell didn't he force her to since she refused? Could she have fallen out of love for him? Or was she already in love with another person? Of course she wasn't! She shouldn't! He'd have whoever it was beheaded if she were! “Then why the fuck is she acting out?!” He hurled his glass of wine on the floor of the balcony making Jonas shudder. “Huh? Why is she being like this?” “I… I believe it's due to the fact that she just found out who you were.” “No, she had her doubts. She asked me and all I did was affirm it. I understand her not recognising who I was earlier but shouldn't she be more careful now that she knows?” “People differ, your Highness.” “As if I care. Get me a cigarette.” Jonas did just that
After a long and quiet drive with Natalie wondering at the back of her head where it was that they're going as the hotel wasn't that far to the best of her memory, they arrived at a wrought-iron gate that swung open automatically. Jonas wheeled into the long, tree-lined, cobblestone driveway that curved in front of the porch. Natalie appreciated the stunning architecture she beheld. The white two-storey building stood gracefully with large pillars and windows that covered almost all its height. The walls and floors had strips of LED that illuminated it as well as the numerous light fixtures that hung on the walls or suspended from the ceiling. A group of about ten uniformed servants, six of whom were females, lined up to welcome Isaac home. He held Natalie's hand, and they walked in together while Jonas carried on to park the car. The interior was sleek and luxurious with polished marble flooring and intricately crafted ceilings. The colour theme was gold and off-white, and the bl
Natalie was practising for her dance when Isaac walked in. She faced him, her breath short and her hair still wet from the shower she had about fifteen minutes ago.He'd left her alone for the past two hours and it's already past 7 pm, but the room's lighting could give the false impression that it's still daytime.Isaac gave her a smutty look. She looked cute dressed in his t-shirt with her hair tangled and hanging over her face.“Hey.” She uttered nervously after pausing the music, remembering their last encounter.“I doubt you're hungry?”“No, not yet.”“Practising?” He continued into the room, closing the door behind him.“Yes. How're you feeling?”He curved his brows. “I'm not sick.”“Well, I've been feeling guilty about earlier.”He chuckled and sat on the bed. “I'm okay. It just disturbs me briefly.”“I might be out of line but… is there a reason for that?” She sat beside him.“Trauma, my mother used to cut my hair a lot when I was a child. It's so bad she'd get me bleeding at t
Natalie woke up the next morning to the sounds of people going on and about. She sat up and stretched, feeling like she's never had such a peaceful sleep before. The bed was so warm and silky, and knowing she had no class that morning added to her tranquillity.Isaac's watch on the nightstand caught her attention, and she wondered if he'd come in while she's asleep.She slipped out of bed and strolled barefoot towards the walk-in closet, which led to the bathroom.Two maids stood still waiting by the dresser, looking like mannequins. She greeted them, and they greeted back simultaneously and continued staring at the wall, their hands crossed on their bellies.She scrunched her face slightly, finding them really bizarre. She continued to the bathroom and allowed herself in after putting on a pair of slippers by the door.Poo was steaming Isaac's hair carefully, and Dan stood by the wall waiting with a bathrobe hanging on his arm. Jonas was reading a fancy scroll to him but stopped when
“What's your love language?” Natalie sipped her watermelon smoothie, swirling the straw around the red liquid.Isaac sat back on the cushioned chair, one of his elbows probed on the arm. He gave her a cute smile, one as warm as the morning sun that shone through the glass window. “Sex.”She giggled, drawing her knees closer to her chest. “How many ladies have you slept with?”He rolled his eyes up as he thought it over. “Four, you're the fifth.”“How old are you again?”“Thirty-one.”“And you've only been with four women?”He nodded, nibbling on another macron. “Three were my girlfriends. I told you I had good self-control.”“For how long have you been single before me?”“About three years.”“I won't believe you've been abstinent for that long.”He shrugged, a relaxed smile on his face. “I'm a prince you see, I can't have every girl have that experience with me. It'd hurt my pride.”“I must be very lucky to have got you laid then.”He gave her a look-see, her short hair tied up in a b
[[BARDAEN]]The king was in his private cabinet having a midnight cup of tea by the fireplace while going through the government reports.His page permitted himself into the room and bowed before him. “The Prince's cook has been taken care of. Your assumption was correct.”“Filter out every of the queen's people around the prince.”“There's only one now remaining, and I believe the Prince knows about him. He must have a reason for letting him be.”“Sure, but keep a close look on him.”“Yes. The prince seems to be romantically engaged with this lady. She currently lives with him.” He kept a sealed black file on the table.The king gave it a glance. “Do you think he's willing to settle with her?”“She is of lowly birth, your Majesty.”The king gave the burly, bald, bearded man a scrutinising look. “For how long?”“She moved in five days ago, but it seems they've been together for a week or two. I believe she's the reason he went to the school.”The king thought over it for a minute and