58 Chapter 56 - Anya

I glanced down at my plate of food. The meat smelt soooo good. I felt myself drooling and I desperately wanted to tear into it but I knew better.

I have been drugged before and as much as I wanted to dive in and stuff my face, I need to be cautious.

The Emperor named Rogan watched me from across the table and he had this sweet smile glued to his pretty face.

Can this guy be anymore fake? Fake smile, fake personality, fake attitude, just fake all the way around.

I sighed, regretting agreeing to having dinner with him. Those green eyes of his remind me of a cat and cats enjoy hunting and toying with it's prey until it gives up or dies.

I hate to have to admit this but I rather be stuck with Teo. At least I knew what his intentions were but this guy. . I can't read him and that makes things a hell of a lot more dangerous.

I cleared my throat, "so what did you mean by I save your country?" I asked picking at my food spreading it around my plate.

His smile grew as if he was happy I asked, "my father was a cruel man who only cared for himself. He didn't understand how to be a ruler. If your people fall, your kingdom falls and if your people thrive then the kingdom thrives." He said in a matter-of-fact tone of voice.

I nodded my head in agreement. "yes, I agree but he was your father. Aren't you sad that he's. . you know. . dead?" I could feel myself frowning as his flicked but his smile looked genuinely. . happy.

Which was really fucking creepy. Has he even shed a tear? I mean I get he was an evil mad man but he was still his father.

"I answered your question now may I asked you a question?" He asked wiping his mouth with a cloth napkin elegantly.

I nodded my head. "I couldn't help but over hear the conversation that was the down fall to my father's weak heart. Why does it matter to you to be loved? Most women would have agreed to my father's proposal in a heart beat but you said no because?" He asked me curiosity.

I took a few moments pondering what to say to him without sounding silly but what do I care about what he thinks.

I sighed, "because I want a man who wants me for me. Not just for my beauty. I want someone to expect me for my mistakes, my flaws, my attitude, my personality, my everything. I want a man to look at me the way my father looked at my mother. She was perfect in his eyes. It didn't matter if she burnt his birthday cake or that she crashed his car into a pole. The love my father and mother had was super rare. You don't see that kind of love anymore and if I can't have that then I don't want a relationship or marriage." I said seriously giving him an honest answer and he was actually listening to what I was saying.

I felt my cheeks heat up with embarrassment. He probably thinks I'm some kind of fool.

"That's a reasonable answer. May I asked another question?" He asked laying his elbows on the table and folding his hands together in front of him. I nodded my head.

"What is a car?"

"A what?" I blinked a few times before I realized I made a mistake.

"You said your mother crashed something called a car. What is that?" He asked curiously.

"O-oh, uh, I-it's a. ." Think Anya think! "It's a name of a. . horse! Yes, a horse." I chuckled awkwardly.

"What an unusual name. May I asked who picked the name out?"

"Oh, my mother did. She really liked unusual names." I said having a stained smile. The look on his face told me he didn't buy it but he didn't question me any further.

I sighed with relief. I got careless with my words and if I'm not careful I may open a gate to more questions I may not be able to answer as fast as I just did.

Damn, things just keep getting harder and harder for me.