CHAPTER 6 - THE PRINCESS

 She slept for seventeen hours straigth, and didn’t even let go of my wrist. Te veins on my hand were all popped up as if they’d burst due to convulsions. I was to hungry and really in a need of toilet. I felt like a poor husband in love, waiting for his wife to heal on her own because he doesn’t have money for treatment.

  “Can you really losen yer grip now. Please”, I made a pretty complex expression. She was still a little drowsy and her head must have been heavy. Her hair were messy and eyes sore. A beautiful pyschopath, she was. “Change of plans was it?”, she yawned whilst putting the blanket aside. “Oh you are here”, she bluntly spoke. “Yeah you are gripping my wrist since you knocked yourself. I’d appreciate if you’d leave me now”. I beckoned my unfree hand to her and she made a weird grin looking at it and sighed while she losened her grip, “Well it can’t be helped. I am sorry if you misunderstood”. I responded almost at the same time, “No, can never call that romantic. My hand might have started undergoing necrosis”. She smiled wryly and stretched her back while jumping out on the floor, “Well you certainly did get it wrong”. A gesture of friendship maybe, “Yeah then what was it about”. She sighed in disappointment, “Never mind”.

I was already afternoon when she woke up so I ended up quickly making salad and toast for lunch. We did have the beans so it was surprisingly filling. Meanwhile Erici freshened up. There was new found silent vigour on her face. The grimace of yesterday had been lifted up as if she was exorcised.
  While making a sloppy sandwich with the toast and the salad I asked, “So Erici, what’s with the new schedule. Gonna change it up now that Elizabeth–”
  She attentively listened and as I was about to end my statement she interuppted with a cough. I stopped talking and she took a sip of the orange, “We are going shopping”.

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“Lady Grazelina, your father. The Lord had wished to summon you”, the maid had a fearful look on her face. Sweat on her forehead, she was squeezing her apron with fright. The figure on the royal bed, a seemingly delicate figure with slender and pale limbs, her long azul hair- a jumbled mess. She laid bare naked, asleep. The sunlight from the grand window panes leading to the balcony made way from the sunlight to come through and sparkle the princess as like jewel. Her moderate yet proud chest would make any man to desire her. The crown jewel of  her proud father, slowly and elegantly raised her stature and she spoke, “Are you a fool to wake me up from my slumber?