9 Chapter 8

Skay

I was thoughtful in front of the door's room in which the stranger was.

It had been a very uncomfortable situation to see her cry and the scene had shocked me more than I was going to admit... because the cold people do not cry, nor do they feel. That showed that Alice was not like our enemies. But then what was she? How could she be the only daughter of Queen Opal, characterized by her supreme warmth? Nothing made sense.

I felt so overwhelmed by the situation, that I had not been able to avoid going back to her room, because I needed to talk to her and know if she really was different from the other cold ones. Maybe it was a trap, although I knew that infiltrating a teenager in warm territory was not the way Ageon, the king in the cold kingdom, used to act. He did not think so much, but he attacked and killed without remorse when he wanted to.

I had spent many years of my life understanding the workings of their deadliest ambushes and Alice did not seem to go inside normal.

I was standing in front of the closed door of her new palace room, thinking about what I might ask her when I saw her. Besides, I truly hoped that she had stopped crying, since it would have been too shocking to see her again in that emotional state. I was not used to seeing anyone with the appearance of the enemy, crying uncontrollably.

Finally, I decided to open the door widely. However, the script that I had recently prepared in my head, vanished completely when I saw the girl practically naked.

Her skin was white and looked like porcelain. At that precise moment, I found it exotic and different from all the girls I had seen with few clothes.

My eyes could not help traveling through her body with an uncontrolled desire. What was I doing, why could not I move? Why did not I look away?

I was not like that. Obviously, I did not enter women's rooms while they changed their clothes. My bad habit of never knocking on the door, privileges of being the heir to the throne, had taken my toll with that incident.

A few seconds passed and Alice was as petrified as I was, so much that she did not even react to cover herself.

My breathing quickened as I observed the perfection of her breasts, round and big. Also, the mirror behind me gave me a good view of her back and the curve of her hip.

Then, I surprised myself when I realized that my body temperature had risen to levels I thought was unattainable. Steam emanated everywhere and I was sure one hundred percent that my face was completely red from the embarrassment I felt.

If someone had touched me at that moment, he/she would have found that I was burning, like fire.

Finally, what happened should have happened from the moment I opened the door of that room. Alice covered her breasts, that I had not been able to avoid not looking and shouted very loudly.

That scream made me close my eyes and cover my face, completely ashamed of what I had done.

"Sorry! I did not mean... I mean it was not my intention..." I began to say with my eyes closed, dead of shame.

I heard Alice's sarcastic laugh a few meters from where I was.

"You were not pretending?! Stupid! Do you think you have the right to go where and when you fucking want, without asking?" Alice replied and I frowned when I heard a strange word from which I did not understand its meaning. I thought about the many dictionaries I had memorized as a child and the word "fuck" was not found in any of them. However, it did not take me long to guess that by the tone of her voice, she was very angry with me.

I started to answer, but first I opened my eyes, since I felt insecure when I did not see the person with whom I was trying to speak. To my relief, Alice was then with the clothes that had been left for her.

"I'm really sorry... I just wanted to talk to you. I do not want you to think that I break into the girls' rooms to see them without clothes." I tried to defend myself as well as I could.

"Well, you've just kept staring at me." answered, leaving me without arguments against it, because I did not even understand how I could have behaved in such a non-noble way. What had happened to the strict manners I had been taught?

"Do you think I wanted to see you practically naked? It's not something I've wanted precisely."

"And why are you burning?" she asked, embarrassed, but also with some anger in her tone of voice.

I was surprised at the insight that girl had, I had judged her when I had not even spoken to her yet. She was smart.

And, again, I felt that I had no answer to that question. It was something I had not yet dared to acknowledge myself. Why was my whole body burning for her?

I had not yet had the audacity to assume that this girl, whose fragile body seemed to break at any moment, managed to awaken in me strong feelings and emotions that I had never thought I was capable of feeling ever before.