Chapter 4

Christabel's pov

"This school isn't just a school where you learn, it's also a body guard school" The boy explained, chuckling.

"Bodyguard?" I repeated.

"Yeah, but.....it depends. If you wanna be a body guard, you can. Most became lawyers, doctors and all that." He stated.

"Those who became bodyguards, where do they work?"

"Ah! You don't know where they work? Some works in the palace just like that guy over there. He's an old student of this school. His salary can buy my younger brother."

I chuckled. He's funny.

I nodded and faced the king that has been talking.

"..........your teachers will teach you all you need to learn." He concluded and left with the prince behind him.

I mean, he went to sit down.

The teachers lined us up in a straight line and asked us to start marching. Just like soldiers.

We did some training that almost break my legs. I can never be a body guard. Never.

Hours later, we stopped the heck of a training. I lay down on the field. I was hardly breathing.

I'm a woman for crying out loud. But I can't say that. This training is really for boys. Strong boys.

To hell with the training.

Everyone sat down on the field panting.

"Okay everyone. Time up. When you're done, you go into your room." One of the teachers said.

**

After the king and the prince left, some of the students left too. I closed my eyes, enjoying the cool breeze.

"It's a good thing you didn't faint." I opened my eyes and saw the prince's green eyes staring at me.

" My prince!" I quickly sat up.

"Stand up! You're following me to my room." He turned and started to go.

Sh*t!

"I can't stand up right now" I muttered.

"I heard that. I mustn't get to the room before you." I said sternly.

I breathed out and managed to stand up. I limped as I followed him to his room. Our room.

**

We got into the room and I couldn't even see clearly. All I know was that, I landed on a big soft bed in the room.

Before closing my eyes, I could see the big frown on the prince's face.

He's so handsome when frowning.

**

My eyes flutttered opened when I saw someone sprinkling water on me.

Sh*t! I know it's the prince.

"You've been on my bed for hours!" He yelled and poured the whole water on me.

Oh no!

My wet shirt glued to my body. I quickly stood up and ran to my room. I primped in front of the mirror amd saw my chest.

Thank God am not a girl with big boobs. Else....

I made sure I locked the door properly before removing my clothes, removed the breast band I put on.

Took another breast band, new shirt and trouser.

I dried my hair with an electric dryer. I took the wet clothes and walked out of the room to go spread it outside.

It's dirty though but I still wanna let it dry.

Walking back into the room and met the prince with his phone smiling like he won a lottery.

Why's he smiling? Is it because of a girl?

How's that my business anyway? What if the prince has a girlfriend?

A little jealousy washed through me at the thought of that.

It's not your business so I better don't think deep about that.

I got to my room and landed on the bed.

I haven't eaten since morning. What the hell?

It been long I missed breakfast. Even lunch.

Am a foodie, if you wanna know.

I got up from the bed again and walked to the prince's room.

If am not mistaken, he haven't eaten too.

"My prince" I called.

He turned his gaze away from the phone to face me.

He arched his brows.

"Yes?"

"Hmm..........." I stopped as my stomach grumbled.

F*ck! That just answered his question.

"You're hungry?" He chuckled.

I nodded my head.

In a swift, he sat up and stared at him.

"To the kitchen." He pointed to a small door in the room.

Oh-oh!

Did I even have the strength to cook?

I nodded again and headed towards the kitchen.

"I'm gonna eat too." He lay back on his bed.

Am now his cook. I wish I was given another room. Another partner and not the prince.

But mom told me to be close to him.

I got to the kitchen and looked around. A beautiful kitchen.

I shrugged and set to work.

**

I cooked the meal and turned off the cooker, poured the food into two plates and put them in a large tray then two glass cups and a bottle water.

With the tray, I walked to the prince room and looked around to see where I can put down the tray. Then I saw a table with two chairs at the other side of the room.

When I said the room is large. It really large.

Dropped the tray on the table and set the plates then go dropped the tray back in the kitchen.

I came back and saw the prince on the chair already.

He was staring at me as I walked to the table.

"You walk like a girl." He blurted out.

Huh?

I did a fake smile.

"I guess I took my sister's walking steps." I shrugged.

He took a spoon and dipped it into the fork into the chicken while he used the small knife in cutting it.

He took a bite and he mumbled a moan.

Wow! I guess it's delicious.

"You did well" Was all he said before he started munching the food.

Jeez! This isn't the prince munching a meal like this.

'Shut up! Don't you know he hasn't eaten since morning too. He must be hungry' My subconscious told me.

Just to make it more awkward. I took my fork and picked some vegetables in the plates and began eating.

Munching as well.

He suddenly stopped eating and stared at me.

"You look pretty while eating." He smiled.

This time, he was eating slowly.

I look pretty?

"I mean handsome." The prince grinned.

Before I knew it, he had ate everything in his plate and got up from his chair.

My food was half way gone.

I rushed the food and dropped the plates in the kitchen. I washed them before coming out of the kitchen.

I didn't see the prince coming so i bumped into him. My face was resting on his chest and I could hear his heart beating.

He moved me away from him. Still holding my arms though.

"You should watch where you're going to." He said as he removed his hand and pointed a finger to my chest.

"Watch where you're going boy!" He pointed his finger again to my chest.

He's touching my breast! He didn't know that.

"Your chest is so hard." He frowned at me.

He used his both hands to touch my chest. I moved back from him.

If only he knows what he's touching.