Mind Taking A Seat?

I wait for Magnus to come out but my thoughts kept spinning. Is he actually ready to marry someone he knows nothing about?

Or probably his parents have elaborated everything about me to him. Maybe he even knows the date, month and year of when I was given birth to. If you ask me, I am supposed to be the one to tell him that. That's where I come in, not them.

In my own point of view, his parents or my parents are the ones that dated him, not me. Because if it is me that dated him, I will be the one to disclose all these information, but I don't remember doing that. I don't remember dating this guy. I don't remember ever having an encounter with him or knowing him. I don't!

Hope he reads my thoughts now and know what I am thinking about. So that he can see the pain a Princess passes through when trying to get along on the good side whenever it comes to men.

The door creaks open and I don't look up but the steam engulf the whole air and I can't help it but just inhale the sweet, warm and soothing scent that fills the room.

I still can't believe that this is a tree. It looks more like a maiden's room. I take a look around one more time before my eyes lands on Magnus chest. It have a deep cut and looks golden inside.

I stare with uncontrollable curiosity to know what had happened to him and how he got that mark.

"You got injured?" I ask unconsciously, but I don't regret it.

He looked up at me with his cool asian-like eyes and sat on the bed that's directly opposite the couch I am sitting on.

"What?" he asked.

I narrowed my gaze to the cut in his chest and he looked down, now realizing what I meant, he answered me. "It's been there for years now"

"It looks painful. But isn't it supposed to be white inside, how come golden?" I ask.

He immediately looked up at me. Wide eyes and shock overtook in the game.

"You see the color inside?" he asked.

Of course I can see the color inside I am not blind now, am I?

"I... I can" I whisper gently.

My eyes can't leave the mark. The cut. What is this?

Before he said anything more, my finger trailed from his mouth, neck, to his chest and then into his wound. I try to see if it would be sticky but no. Not like a normal wound.

The golden colour didn't evacuate, even when I touched it.

"Even my parents didn't and haven't yet seen this"

What?! Are they blind?

"How? Aren't you their son? They see you without a shirt everyday I suppose" I say.

He stared at me with a cold expression as he ran his index finger down his jaw like he was thinking.

"How come you are this comfortable? Just some moments ago you were behaving scared"

I suddenly felt embarrassment and anger wash over me.

Embarrassment that I touched his chest without even thinking twice and anger that he didn't even had the appearance nor expression of appreciation that I even care for him. Anger overcame me and I looked down at my fingers as it interwined. My hands shaking vigourously in anger and embarrassment.

"I'm sorry if that makes you angry, but I am just trying to show care" I whisper with furrowed brows that signifies anger.

I don't look upto see his face. I don't want to. I don't need to.

"Are you the type that's hot tempered?" I hear him ask.

"Am I? No" I ask myself and answer gently.

"Are you sure? You do look like you're angry now" he state.

I said nothing. My body itched hard to yell at him but I refuse that urge because I don't want to have an argument when we are not yet married and even when we are. So that throughout the marriage can only be happiness and...

Love... I guess...

"I'm in the other room, if you need me" I make an attempt to go and surprisingly, he doesn't stop me.

And that gets me more infuriated! I walk out of the room, not knowing the meaning of Royalty this time because my dress almost tore because of how I walked.

I closed the door and pinned my ear to it, wanting to hear if any movements take place but no. I don't hear a thing.

"Lyla dear, won't you get changed?" Anastasia asked.

It is true. I need to change, my dress look like a hollow rag!

I nodded and followed closely behind. She got a short gown that exposed a little cleavage and gave it to me.

"Have a bath in that door there, I will be waiting for you here"

I nodded and entered the room.

How this tree was crafted into a house is just a wonder.

The shower is even well fixed and the water passes through it very well with no fault at all. This is so outrageous!

I sighed in relief and slipped my dress off.

Sometimes, I hate seeing myself like this. It feels weird.

I had a quick bath and brushed my teeth clean, usually a Princess is bathed by a maid or something. But I, being the stubborn and dependable one, stubbornly made sure my door was locked back at when I was at Barune. I will lock my door after my mum sang me a lullaby and the next morning, maids found it so hard to get in. I will use that opportunity to have my bath by myself and come out cleaner than when they bathed me. Walking out of my room without noticing them made me feel pride all over.

Okay, enough recalling of memories.

I got dressed and packed my hair in another neater bun. The corner of my eyes slightly went back and it made me feel more beautiful.

I walked out of the room and into the sitting room... I guess...

The whole family sat round a table. Two couches are there, one on the left and the other on the right.

Magnus is sitting alone on the couch by the left hand side, his head is bowed and his hair is not making me to see his expression.

Now I feel bad. I hurt him with my rude and angry behavior. I am very sorry for that.

I don't know how because I never made a sound, Magnus raised his head and his eyes got locked in mine.

I feel really bad though. I made him sad.

His expression then changed, becoming a little softer.

Why and how does he hear my thoughts?

I have to know all these things.

I walk over to Anastasia and bent down from behind her.

"Thank you, my Queen. I am done" I said and she looked up at me with a smile. Then Louis noticed me.

"Oh, Lyla. We want to talk to you and Magnus, mind taking a seat?"