The sleeping handsome

Aliyah's POV

This space has left me completely idle and fixated to diverse thoughts as I watched Kelan day after day.

Looking at him sleeping, he looked like a healthy man. My instincts were telling me that something wasn't right. It was telling me that Kelan should have woken up by now. I watched the machine that monitored his heart and it was all normal.

It didn’t feel all normal again, and I began to seek answers to what actually happened in the first place.

I patiently waited for a time when the Queens of the house were not away and took to questioning some of the maids. They accorded me respect as revered for the wife of the Donald’s first son, and a particular maid, named Priscilla, the oldest seemed like the best person to ask my questions.

“Every one loved him.” She started with a tone that obviously sold her out, showing endearment. "You really care for him, I see" I smiled, in between my response.

It would sound suspicious if I go ahead with direct questions. I'm a s