The air was still colossal over my chest. How in the world did I not understand the poison-like intensions of the Prince. I could not look anywhere other than the ceiling, almost hypnotized by my own thoughts and the rotating blades of the ceiling fan, think of the way I was betrayed. Betrayed multiple times, so many times so that it felt numb to call myself a traitor. It was no surprise that my heart is a traitor who betrayed my brain and soul and this did nothing other than adding another revenge task on my list, the revenge that I want now from myself too.
Overthinking is a disease and I was feeling sick after a while of looking at the hypnotic ceiling of the palace room which hid much more than a person can ever hate in their life. I jerked my hands to see if they are free or not; but then, again, my hands got stopped by the lace of my silk robe. This time I was almost naked if i didn't have the blouse inside the robe. I jerked initially and later used the tightly fixated lace to get up on my spot, just to feel a sharp piercing pain in the temple of my face. As i lifted my face up, the culprit was straight there. Standing in front of me.
I could feel him studying my actions, every small detail of my movements were by now noted in his minds notebook. I part my lips in the anticipation of saying something unplanned, they refused to be parted but I forced. Eventually, with a dry mouth, I lookd at his figure, turned my face towards the bondage on my wrist and shout in a manly tone, "You know! This feels like a shroud."
He smirks.
"The bondage feels like a shroud, this bed feels like a coffin but what a shame! I am unable to rest in peace!" I complete spitting my thoughts out of my mouth in a fit of rage.
I look directly at his eyes and then unwanted ways of actions peaked in. Intending to challenge him by my eyes, my bloody eyes found themselves tracing his collar and then his chest and then his veiny knuckles. I grinned to the thought of using a shaving blade on those veins as my instincts kicked in once more.
Caelum, however is a silent observer, I bet that he already knew my plan of doing what i was actually planning to do. He looked at me, smirked demonically and walked towards the bed saying, "Perhaps Elara is dead because only the dead Elara would feels safe in the arms of her supposed enemy!"
Those words pinched me and my persona. I felt the betrayal strongly. I wanted to slap him but I was tied. He pulled the chair on his right with a lot of ease while not looking away from my orbs for a moment and sat right in front of me, my feet touched his thighs and I absolutely resented his touch as I knew this was the beginning of the other series of repenting thoughts for my own actions and feelings. He leaned in completely unbothered by the touch on his thigh and said, "Blood seeps in even through a land of drought, no one cares of the thirst it had for water for the last time and the land is tagged as a demon; you are smart enough to know, I am the land and drought has been a partner of mine. I have been drinking blood(not literally) drought is still there. "
He moved back and closed his eyes to stop them from being a portal to his heart.
"But why the hell did they kill Glare." I jerked off again from his embrace.
"Queen sent him, he is a trained horse who had systems in him to track your actions. You might think that the Queen killed him, then you are wrong, those were my men, who took my orders to get you here. The queen wants to have a pudding made of your blood but you are stupid enough to think that she is the justice of the kingdom, Wow!" Caelum spoke.
Caelum spoke now, after almost four hours of contact, he did and I am believing him, why? Basically, he is inviting me to be his alliance or I need him to be my supporter. Time will reveal the same but what importance is of being born as humans if we cannot MANIFEST?