The Only Way

Part 1;Chapter 2

Dream

The prince leads me up to his room. I can already tell why the last night left, he is already getting on my nerves. I know he won't become easier for a while, I'm surprised he is letting me stay but I guess he now understands why having a night is the only decision in this situation.

The kingdom has been under attack for years, us knights get no instructions since the King is a drunk who never leaves his room. We don't even know who the enemy is. All we know is we need to fight. Hundreds are dead and we don't even know what we are fighting! Ha! It's an outrage. I can't wait till that drunk dies and the Crown Prince becomes king. My plan is to make him fall in love with me, or for us to work together as a team. Either works, I don't have a preference.

Once we reach his room he opens the door without another word and sits on his bed. His room has very few things, a large bed, a huge bookshelf across two walls, a desk scattered with books with many markings and three doors. One door leads to the room I stay in, it is attached to his room. The others are a closet and washroom.

He opened a book that was laying on his bed. I stand there for a few minutes before I realise he isn't going to talk to me. I sit at the seat next to his desk and pick up a book. I hear him shuffle to look at me but he doesn't say anything.

A couple of hours pass by when I see him get out of bed and head to the washroom. I hear the water turn on, so I stand up. I walk to the bookshelf and look at all the books. They all seem old and well kept, like they are only taken out of place when necessary. I sit back down and wait for him to leave the washroom.

He comes out in just a towel and when he notices that I am looking at him he jumps.

"I thought I heard the door close." He says calmly even though the only thing he is wearing is a towel around his hips. "I forgot to grab clothes before showering silly me."

He walks over to the closet with no shame in any step. He isn't even the slightest bit embarrassed. I mean he is quite attractive, the dark eyes that trap you in, the clear abs on his abdomen, he has a very masculine and defined face. I am surprised he hasn't found a prince or princess yet.

He catches me staring after he has picked out his clothes and smirks at me.

"I will be right back. I am going to change in the washroom." He says.

Once he is gone I stare at myself in the mirror. I remove my mask and try to figure out what just happened. I had never felt attraction towards anyone and a spoiled prince was making me feel something. What the Hell. I needed to get myself together. I took a deep breath and slipped the mask back on my face, the same moment George walked in. I'm guessing he saw at least a little bit of my face but that was alright. I don't wear the mask to hide my identity, I wear it to scare people.

"When are you going to leave my room?" He asks.

"I can't leave because there was an attack just a couple days ago. I have to be here all week but in a week or so if you are mostly safe I can leave for a few hours a day." I responded. I see anger flash across his face. I get it he wants his privacy but that's not how it works when there are constant attacks against you.

"Okay, I am going to bed now you can read my books but put everything back where it goes and if you move a single spec of dust in one of my books you will no longer be aloud in a ten mile radius of me. Is that understood?" He says sternly so I knew he wasn't joking.

"Yes." I respond with a smirk plastered on my face. "Goodnight Prince Geroge." I say in the sweetest tone I could muster. He doesn't respond and soon I can here his breathing get heavier and fall into a steady pace.