Chapter 9 Outsmarted

My legs were shaking now, and I felt like crying while I prayed in my heart that he would change his mind and proceed on his journey, but he just remained seated under the tree.

Like he was reading my mind and indirectly torturing me for trying to escape again.

Then suddenly a crack and snap.

"Oooh!"

I didn't know when I fell off the tree, finding myself in his arms, his face unreadable as he gazed at me with his amber eyes.

How was he able to stand so fast to catch me in the air?

He was so mysterious and a part of me had fallen for him already.

I was cradled in his left arm while his right hand was busy holding the tree branch away from hitting my head.

Thank God I was alive , if not what would they say?

That a princess of a golden castle died like an animal in the forest?

No!

He slowly brought me down without saying a word. I felt like he was angry because I couldn't read the expression on his face.

But if I was him, I would have been angry and let the little girl go, but I didn't know why he wasn't giving up on me yet.

Maybe he was patiently waiting to take me home and eat me up as he had a crush on me while I was tender, somi reminded myself again.

The patient dog, they said, eats the fattest bone, right?

He could probably be the dog, patiently waiting to stick his tongue in my cooze and eat me up, tearing up every piece of flesh in my body like I was some kind of meat.

I knew myself, I kept my body clean, so I should have tasted good as well.

But I have not taken a bath throughout this journey, who knew what odour could have swum out beneath this dress when I finally got to open them.

But in all of my weird stupid thoughts, he comforted me, even while I was smelling, yeah, a little.

I could sense it. But I wasn't sure I was smelling him.

The way he cuddles me should be studied.

Is it because of his obsession for me right when I was younger?

You know one couldn't sense a smelling coochie when his brain was clouded with lust.

Was his photographic memory seeing all my nakedness that he couldn't perceive the odor that exuded from my dress?

I couldn't ask him because , as a lady , I should have been ashamed of myself to smell , but then no one was stopping me from taking a bath in one of the waters we came across apart from shyness.

He carried me up onto the horse and we began our journey once again. Before he climbed the horse, I observed his face , it was blank.

Why didn't he yell at me or shout at me for stressing the hell out of him?

That was when he began to untie something from my right ankle. A light, thread, yet very strong, which cuddled by the ankle bracelet.

"You must really be a Dumbo not to notice that I tied a thread to your ankle. I'm always going to be 100 steps ahead of you, my little princess."

His pack laughed at me. Lily and the prostitute were astounded with their gazes.

He tied an almost invisible thread on me all these while and I couldn't see or feel it?

He was very smart. He studied me like some psychologist.

My every move, every thought and secret schedule had already been mapped out in his mind while he did everything to counteract me.

As he was removing the thread, he began to smile a little, then I could sense what was going through his head.

"She thinks she's smart," so I guessed that he would say.

He carefully folded the rope and put it in a box, hanging tightly under his robe.

So this was why he didn't leave the tree and perfectly ?

He had traced me to where I wanted to ruin my own life.

Great move! I said in my mind, confirming my stupidity.

"Now let me warn you, hold your two ears!"

What?! Did he just rudely command me?! My princess mind asked me.

"I said hold your two ears!"

Ooosh! I shockingly cum quickly grabbed my two ears with immediate alacrity!

"Let this be the very last time you try to escape again. If you try this nonsense again...!" He glared at me. His amber eyes turning fire.

What or how should I answer him now?

I hadn't seen him speak to me like this before.

He is waiting for your response! My princess mind reminded me, then I quickly stuttered, finding the very word to give "eee ye ye ee yes my king."

Whoosh! Did I just say that?

Oh, I wished I could flog my lips for speaking falsely without my permission. He wasn't a king, just a well-dressed young man that looked like royalty.

He glared at me, very mean. I read the meaning to his glare and quickly jumped on the horse's back by myself and we rode away.

The thought of what he had just done still resonated in my head. I never believed a beautiful man dressed in royal robe could yell at a princess like that, but the way I obeyed was nothing to write home about.

I couldn't even stand up for myself a little. I just disgraced myself in front of my maid Lily and the prostitute.

The feeling of also disgracing my kingdom came knocking in my mind, but I brushed it off; their king already disgraced and deceived them so who was I but just an ordinary to the people who weren't even from my kingdom.

Nevertheless, we finally rode to his magnificent house.

Christ on a bike!

This is not a house! What are my eyes beholding?

Is this who he truly is? My thoughts asked me.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing as a fly nearly flew into my mouth.

Lily, the prostitute, and I were all dumbfounded, gazing like village girls who had just visited the city in Nollywood movies.