Pretty Hurts

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Prince Cleo's POV

My freshly polished suede Clarks gritted against the waxen tiles of the corridor as I sprinted, hoisting the two slender framed servants over my broad shoulder. I was on pins and needles, so in other words- scared shitless. It was difficult at times being prince of such a large country. Being prince meant that you often had a reputation to uphold; You had to be dauntless, venturesome and good-looking, of course. Luckily for me, I excelled in all three factors. The word scared was never supposed to be in a prince's vocabulary.

"Mffg!" I snook a glance over my shoulder to catch a glimpse of Syd'nee's oh, so peachy behind and I was suddenly left wishing the circumstances were different, but it wasn't and just like that; I was drawn back to reality. Oh how much I hated reality.

"Just tell me what the hell is going on, Sash?" I heard Syd'nee's hushed plea come from over my shoulder and I couldn't help but tighten my hold around her thin waist, my muscles contracting and relaxing like a spinal cord. "No time for talking." The trepidation laced within Sasha's voice was evident as she retorted back to Syd'nee, which caused a reaction out of her, instantly shutting her up. About time. Sydn'ee's knee achingly dug into my back, as if having read my thoughts.

"You better have nothing to do with this, Cleo." She spoke through gritted teeth, her foriegn drawl making it diffcult to even consider taking it as a threat.

"That's Prince Cleo, to you."

Syd'nee's POV

"That's Prince Cleo, to you." I could practically see the smug grin plastering it's way onto his face, which caused me to elevate a brow. I was serious, if I found out that Cleo was the reason why Sasha was so broken and heavyhearted, I was going to give him a reason to head back to Hampstead a week early. He was mumbling to himself now, gazing in either direction of the corridor as he sped down with perserverance and conviction. I inclined my head an inch to peek at Sasha. The innocence and purity finally evident on her features, causing me to release an unrestrained sigh; lines of care and toil had smoothed and virtually disappeared, eyelids closed against the dim light of dawn and her breathing deep and relaxed, all the muscles in her face and body were totally at peace, like a baby in its' first throes of slumber and before REM kicked in. She had fallen asleep.

"Here we are..." Cleo's voice boomed like thunder from above me and I found myself cringing, yet again. He gave an insubstantial grunt, prior to decreasing in height, his knees bending forward slightly as he shrugged his right shoulder suggestevely. I gasped softly, the impact winding me momentarily. "The hell was that for?" I whined whilst sliding from his shoulder limply. He munuvered Sasha once I'd gotten off, placing her head between his bieceps as he carried her bridal style. She continued to slumber peacefully as such, and I couldn't help the sudden urge to rip her from his embrace, drag her down six flight of stairs, and dunk her face into a canteen filled with battery acid. Jealousy? It could never be.

"Where exactly is here?" I scoffed brusquely whilst folding my arms, watching Cleo singlehandedly turn the rusty brass knob to the unmarked door. I felt the corners of my lips turn into a minuscule frown as I stood next to him, awaiting the conformation of what was inside. "This has to be some kind of storage or something..." He murmered gently as the door eerily creaked open, a clear indication that it hadn't been opened up until today. I shivered, as though, ice had replaced my spine. The cold air enveloped my entire frame, and I silently cursed myself for not deciding to wear the one pair of black stockings King A'yo had purchased for us maids.

"Damn... What do they got down here trying to keep so cold?" Each word that expelled from Cleo's lips was followed with a mist of cool air, and I shrugged in response, half-heartedly being mesmerized by the air that followed and danced from his lips, and the ear biting cold. I'd never experienced winter before, neither a climate this cold due to the fact I've been in Ghana my entire life. If this was how cold the nights were in foreign, I'd gladly stay in Ghana forever. Cleo set Sasha onto a large wooden crate, leaning her upright with her back placed firmly against the jumpsuit colored wall.

"Now can you explain to me just the hell is going on?" I was brought back to reality upon Sasha's incoherent murmer, her head lulling back and banging against the wall as she slept, giving us both a clear visual of her face. Ouch. That shits gotta sting. "I didn't do a bloody thing-" Cleo held his hands up defensively as he took large strides towards me. In response, I inched back, taking much larger strides to escape his hypnotic aura. Not again.

"It was that asshole king of yours who did all that to her pretty little face. I know at times I come off as a dick, but I would never hit a woman. I'm not that cruel." Cleo flashed his pearly whites in an award-winning smile, and I couldn't help but release a sigh at the way his words flowed from the confines of his lips like a melodic tune.

"A'yo did this?" My voice raised an octave higher which caused Cleo to clamp a large hand over my mouth. When in the hell did he get so close? The storage room suddenly seemed smaller than it really was as I'd found my back now firmly pressed against the jumpsuit colored concrete wallls. "Shh..." Cleo cooed from above me whilst shaking his head in what appeared to be disapproval. I shook my own, trying to tear his hand from my lips with an annoyed whine. "Mmnfggg!" Was the only sound my lips could form as he hushed me yet again.

"Just listen to me, alright?" Cleo whispered harshly, not even waiting for a response. "After you so rudely kicked me- your guest from the room, I wanted to pay a little visit to A'yo. Mostly to negotiate and advert his plans for today so I wouldn't have to spend it with his daughters. I hear their a real pain." You're telling me. "Anyways, whilst I was minding my own buisness per usual, thinking of a certain sexy maid," his eyes wandering to mine,and then quickly went back to staring into space, "but was interrupted by what I seem like... moans? It sounded like someone was in pain, and you know me, deciding to go check it out." He took a moment to gaze around his shoulder to Sasha, a resounding sigh spilling from his lips as he did so. I swallowed softly, following the movement of his Adam's apple as it bobbed. He thinks I'm sexy? I nudged his leg with my own as he continued to watch Sasha, quickly bringing him back down to Earth.

"He was hurting her. Kicking, punching, trying to tear off her clothes." He tensed his jaw as each word came out laced with newfound hatred and venom. His hand was still clamped around my mouth and I was sure if any blood circulated around there it'd cut off ages ago. "I mean, does he not realize you're all human too? You can't treat people like that.. it's.. its just wrong."

If only he knew.

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