Avoiding Him
Hermione woke up feeling puzzled. Her head was spinning and she was dizzy from sleep. She remembered having a strange dream last night and it felt so real.
Fiddling with the blanket on her, Hermione lifted it up to her waist level, she took a glance at the sole of her foot, and behold the was a scar there. 'How..?' She asked in bewilderment.
Something is not right. "Run?....From him? Who?" She whispered to herself in worry. She must be missing something.
Hermione's gaze flew to the window, it was just the break of dawn. She sighed in frustration. She decided not to let the dream affect her morning, shrugging it away she took it as a mere dream and nothing more.
Convincing herself to not read much into it, Hermione swept the blanket aside and got out of bed. She threaded carefully on the long lobby that Lhiana, the maid had led her through yesterday. She wanted to find the Prince.
By the time she got in to a huge hall, it was already burstling with maids all around. Hermione thought that they were really efficient. Looking around to see if she could catch sight of Lhiana around.
She did not have to Check for a long time when she saw the girl coming out from a room with another maid by her side. They seemed to be busy.
"Lhiana." Hermione called out to her.
She saw the girl look around for who called her name, before she caught sight of Hermione. Lhiana said something to the other maid before hurrying towards Hermione.
"Good morning." She greeted.
"Morning Lhiana. Can you perhaps show me to my dress?" Hermione requested, holding up her chemise.
"Oh, that, please this way." Lhiana said before taking a path to the right.
She took her into a room that had a lengthy cupboard. Lhiana opened it up and brought out Hermione's dress. "Here it is."
"Thank you." Hermione offered her a smile, taking the dress she turned around and left the room, heading back to where she came from.
Lhiana followed behind her as they went back together. She quickly rushed to prepare a nice bathe for Hermione before leaving the room with a bow.
It was quick, she did not waste time like the previous night. She hurriedly wore her dress and sprinted out with the purpose to find the Prince and bid her farewell, because she does not intend to stay here any longer than she already had.
Fortunately on her way out, she came across the man who was referred to as Zolan. "The Crown Prince sent for you."
"Oh, I was on my way to find him." Hermione replied, following him.
"Are you close to the Crown Prince, just like other Lords?" Hermione found herself asking.
"I am nothing but his underling." The man grumbled with distate.
"Oh, that does not sound bad." She told him with a little smile.
When he did not reply Hermione threw another question. "Do you mind if I inquire what the relationship between Lord korden and Cesarean with the Crown Prince is?" Hermione asked with curiosity.
"I would suggest you ask that to His Highness, Lady Larabee." Zolan replied.
Hermione nodded in understanding. It was not right for him to give out information of his Master to anyone.
"But…." She heard him begin.
"They are quite close, their friendship began a long time ago, even before the queen died." Zolan finally divulged.
"How old was the Prince when the queen died?" Hermione asked.
"Sixteen." He stated.
"It must have been hard on him."
"You cannot imagine." Zolan blandly replied.
Hermione didn't ask anymore question as they walked in silence. She somehow felt bad for him. He must have been very sad. Hermione thought.
They finally arrived at a different wing of the castle. The sight was marvelous to behold, it was a room that contained a long and magnificent golden dinner table, with majestic golden chairs accompanying it. The room spoke grandiose.
The presence of the person sitted on one of the chairs there made the place to give off a vibe of elegance and royalty.
"I shall leave you here, Miss Larabee." Zolan interjected before turning on his heels and off he went.
Hermione gazed at the Crown Prince who had not noticed her yet, she cleared her throat to herself, before proceeding with a step to him.
"Good wishes of the morning, Your Highness." Hermione bowed in greetings the moment she arrived close to him.
She watched him grin mischievously. 'Please not this early morning.' She echoed in her mind.
"You are indeed a stubborn one, are you not?" Servyn taunted.
"I don't understand you complaints, Your Highness."
She was poking him intentionally.
Servyn nodded slowly, his smile now lengthened into a mischievous grin.
"One day." He started, looking right into her dark eyes.
"I will make you say my name."
It was not a promise, it was a threat and Hermione could feel it in her bones. The intensity his gaze held while staring at her. The drumming sound that erupted from her chest hit her ears.
"I want to go back home." Hermione brought down her eyes to her hands which subconsciously fiddled with her dress.
When did she become like this? She instantly let go of the little fold that she moulded in her palms, berating herself inwardly.
He was silent.
Hermione looked up towards him. "I…"
"Why not after joining me for breakfast?" He asserted.
Hermione pursed her lips tight. He was really getting to her nerves. Can't he see that she has been trying to avoid him, or is it that she isn't making it obvious enough.
"Is it just the two of us…." Before she completed her sentence, a voice disrupted her.
"Do not worry Miss Larabee, we don't plan on giving you that opportunity." It was korden.
Hermione frown at his words but chose to remain silent.
She saw Cesarean trailing after.
"Good morning, Lord korden.
Good morning, Lord Cesarean." Hermione bowed to greet.
"Morning, Miss Larabee. Hope you enjoyed your night in the castle so far." Cesarean queried with a half smile.
"It was worth it, My Lord." She gave a response.