Chapter 10 Handsome

Trying to figure out, how the last few days of my life, were...

I'm going to wait here, wait to be devoured by any beast that's down here

I kept looking at my wounds, if only I could treat them, I'm so weak right now.

A door suddenly opened, I was high on alert, is it coming now? I was scared...

I looked up to see an elderly man holding a golden tray and looking at me, obviously surprised.

I cannot believe, a human is here!

His tray fell to the ground and I caught a whiff of delicious Tomato bisque soup.

"Who are you! How did you get in here?" He asked, nervously" pointing his hands at me, like a weapon.

"I was thrown here..." it was all I could say.

He looked at me for a million seconds, probably contemplating, if I was telling the truth.

"Argggh" I cried, the wound stunged, anytime I made a move.

He seem to notice my bloody clothes

"Hold on" he said, as he carried me in his arms, running passed many doors, I never knew existed.

I must confess, he's so energetic for his age, I didn't know, he could run like that.

This may be an underground but it was still bright. Light illuminates the hallway too.

He opened a door and came into the room, dropping me carefully on the bed, he rushed to open the windows and came back to me, pulling a box under the bed, I was groaning in pains, It was even more painful when he started treating the wounds.

"I am sorry, mi lady but I have to tear the upper part of your dress, as your wounds are all over the place" I sighed and nodded. Who cares about my nakedness, anyway?

He tore it, and started applying the ointment, I could see he wasn't staring so much at my bare chest.

Soon, the door opened.

Actually, why is the door opening? I thought he was the only one here.

"Sire, i heard some noise..." a young man who looked so much like the king was saying but stopped midway.

Man was so handsome, beyond words.

He had brown long hair, he was fair, his unfathomable, golden brown eyes contrasted exceptionally with his light toned face. his eyes were as deep and expressive, where you could get lost if you stared long enough, I was already lost in them, his lips looked like they were coated in deep red, I unconsciously bit mine, without realising.

Damn, I have never met a Greek god as handsome as him, even more handsome than the king, my heart was beating fast, by just staring, his eyes slowly darted below and I traced his eyes to see, he was looking at my breast, what!

I immediately tried, covering it properly, I know he's really handsome but, is he also a pervert?

"Prince Oliver, there's nothing to worry about" the man treating my wounds, whom the Prince called sire, said.

So, he's a prince...

Wait, how is he a prince?

What is a royal doing here?

"What are those?" The Prince asked, pointing to my breast, that I was trying to cover.

He cannot seriously, be asking that now?

What's going on?...