Chapter Five

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"I don't paint dreams or nightmares, I paint my own reality."

Frida Kahlo

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I am confused, I stare at the door wondering if he would come back and trying to understand what I did wrong.

After a few minutes of waiting, I finally get up and wear my sleeping gown.

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I wake up in the middle of night, I feel strong arms around me and I start panicking.

"Le-let me go please, I beg you! Not, not today, I please not today!" I start sobbing loudly and squirming to get away and grab the lamp to hit him with it.

Once let's go of me, I fall hard on the grown and crowl backwards as fast as I can to try to find the door knock to get away from the room.

"Your highness, calm down. It's me, Hassan are you alright?" he lights on one of the candles near our bed. I slowly calm down as I see his face and run in his arms. When smell his scent, I slowly calm down and snuggle closer to him .

He takes me to the bed, puts me under the sheets before coming next to me and hugging me close to him.

We stayed in that position until I was fully calm and gain my composure back.

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When I feel the first ray of the sun on my face, he let's go of me to open the curtains.

I can finally witness the mess I've caused.

The broken lam, the ripped sheets and the blood.

The blood...

I look up to watch his face and that's when I see the scratches on his face and the wounds on his arms.

"Sir Hassan, I..." He slowly approaches me and gets a strand of my hair behind my ear.

"You are hurt, we need to fix that." He says with a deep voice. I do not know what to do, I just stay in the same position as he gets a wet cloth and puts it on my forehead.

I fell a light sting, he cleans the wound up and the dried blood under my nose.

" We should call for Fatima and Lorel, they will help you more than I can." He mutters before getting of the room.

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"Oh my gods, what happened why are you looking like that?" She asks after opening the door.

"Keep it down everyone is sleeping, come with me." She nods and follows me quietly.

I knock on Lorel's door and he opens up. He directly gets out without a word and just goes toward his highnesses room, I follow him with my sister.

Once he get in our room, he stares at his highness and helps him get up.

"Let me help you, your highness." He leads to a chair and starts cleaning the room. Fatima confused by the situation stares at me.

"Could you treat him, he opened up his forehead and his hand. Also he fell on his nose and busted his lip." She nods and runs out of the room.

She comes back later with some material and gets to work.

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After she treated me and Alexander, Fatima went back to her room to get changed. I took a quit shower while Lorel took care of his highness.

I get out of the room and I find an Alexander in deep thoughts. He didn't budge from the chair and just looked at the broken lamp that was, now on the table in front of him.

"I'm sorry for what I said to you last night that might offended you, I didn't want to insult, I just thought it was for you to receive what you would lack from the women you usually took pleasure from. It was my mistake to assume that." He apologizes, never once looking at me. I still need time to process what happened, so I just brush everything off.

" I understand, don't worry yourself too much. You were tired last night, the trip and the wedding were quite exhausting more than I thought it would be."I give him the simple excuse and he finally looks up.

"And about what happened after, you'll explain it later." I just turn around to go get ready.

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"Where were you this entire time, I thought you had to avert me before you go to your manor." My mother's asks upset. We came back a few hours ago, but I had a lot of work to do.

"Mother, please not now. I have a lot of things to attend to and I'm exhausted. If you could please avoid screaming at me or lecturing me, it would be nice."

it's like she didn't hear what I said because she spent more than thirty minutes complaining about the regent king and the council. How unfair they treated her, even though she was the queen drawger and how they abused of their power to keep me crown prince, because they needeta puppet on the throne, and so on...

I always loved and cared for my mother but all she seems to care about is the throne and the advantages that comes with it. Never once she asked me how I was feeling or if I was tired, even when father was alive. At this period it felt like I didn't exist because I wasn't useful yet.

But now that I am, she won't let me go against the council because she knows the power they hold. But if I actually became emperor now, I would just be as I am now.

A simple and maleable object to those old pigs.

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To be continued...