Novel & Cerita A Prince's Silent Wait

*EXPLICIT CONTENT WARNING* -You have two song choices to listen to while reading this chapter: 1. ”Earned It" - The Weeknd 2. ”Dive" - Usher. Have fun 😏- *** Writer’s POV: Saïda’s heart was beating even faster by the time she got to the Prince’s door. The rain outside was literally roaring and its noise was great. The halls and corridors, unlike the rooms, were cold and so Saïda already had goosebumps covering her skin from the cold. She rubbed her arms through the long sleeves of her nightgown and then, knocked gently at his door. When she didn’t get a reply, she realised that the heavy rain outside had covered the sound of her knock and so she decided to knock a second time, a little loud

The castle stood tall and majestic, its golden accents reflecting the light in a dazzling display. " Wait here," Merilla suddenly said. " I'm going to announce your arrival." She sprinted up the stairs, leaving me behind. Now, standing still, the exhaustion from walking through the night and the entire day consumed me, making my entire body feel numb. I scouted my surroundings and noticed a bench next to a waterfall in the garden. The soothing sound of water cascading from the fountain was inviting.

I plugged my phone in and went to bed early no way was I letting Mr Smug Prince get a jump on me because I was tired. My alarm rung at 5 am and I got out of bed pulling on a silver blue lyrcra training shorts and a black sports bra, I zipped myself into a white hooded zip top for the walk to the training area. I went to the pack breakfast hall finding my father and some of the elite Fianna warriors there getting ready to do their own training. Grabbing a bowl of fruit and adding a scoop of natural yougart I went to grab the honey when my hand was beaten to it by someone who had come up along side me. His aura and the scent of cedar wood and mint told me it was the Prince himself.

Damn his killer smile and his dimples. "You know" I faced him, propping my left arm under my head "my prince charming is gonna have dimples just like you" I poked his cheek. He groaned "here we go again" I was pretty serious about the prince charming thing, I know that we dont live in a fairytale world but I believe there is a special person waiting for us. My special person must be super cute, tall, must have brown hair, blue eyes, dimples, and yes, pink lips. Yummy.

Shawn looked over at her suspiciously and asked, “You know what he wants from me?” “We are well aware of the prince’s needs,” Mrs Wright said with a slight smile on her face. “It is not normal, he is a prince and yet chooses to do this?” Shawn questioned. “You will have to speak to the prince to get your answer, my Lord,” Mrs Wright answered avoiding the topic. One of the servants walked in and curtsied to Shawn who just looked at her. She whispered into Mrs Wright’s ear. Mrs Write nodded her head and watched the servant as she disappeared then looked at Shawn and said, “Prince Aldridge’s gift for you has arrived and is waiting in your chamber.”

I whispered urgently, terrified that the proud royal had never faced such a blatant public insult in his life. The prince remained dead silent, his crimson eyes narrowing into two lethal slits as he stared at the wooden structure. Silas caught the sudden, icy shift in his master's posture, knowing full well that the wolves inside had just signed their own execution warrants. "Silas," Cassius called out, his voice dropping into a flat, emotionless vibration that chilled the very air around us. "Command me, my Prince." "Detonate the gates."

I'm too far. But I can see her. The fear in her posture. The loneliness in her stillness. I want to go to her. I want to tell her everything. Not yet. I stand in the dark. I watch her silhouette. I wait. Ten years I've searched. I can wait a little longer. --- A cold whisper brushes my neck. She is ours, prince. You cannot save her. I spin around. Nothing. The courtyard is empty. The walls are still. But the whisper was real.

The waiter inquires, while scribbling our orders down. "A glass of water, please?" I ask. "A bottle of white wine, please," Prince Shithead asks, smirking. The waiter nods. "Right. I'll be right back with your meals," He says, walking off. I turn around to see Prince Shithead intensely staring into my eyes. "Can you stop staring?" I snap. He quickly looks away. "Umm, yeah, sorry..." He stutters. We stay in an awkward silence for a few moments, before he breaks it.

The silence was so profound that the mere act of breathing seemed like an intrusion, a disruption to the stillness that had taken over the room. It was a silence that spoke volumes, a silence that hinted at the deep-seated fear and trepidation that each member felt. For in that moment, they were all acutely aware that they had been put on notice. The Prince's words had been clear and direct, leaving no room for misinterpretation or equivocation. They knew that the stakes were high, and that failure was not an option.

ROSHIDA By the time I got to bed, the prince was asleep. Or so I thought. His back was turned to me and his shoulders were rising and falling steadily. Also, he was quiet. Very quiet. As I got into bed, he turned around to look at me and I froze, waiting for him to do something, thinking he would do something but he just fully turned around and moved further into the bed. Then he stretched his hand out, waiting for me to lay in it.