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Snatched
Chapter Eight
The storm billowed outside like the emotions inside the palace. Trunks had come home to the surprise of me lying in bed injured and looked more than irritated that he hadn’t been called. Kaspar left us alone while I felt the full heat of his hardened eyes as he stood next to the bedside. Letting out a sigh, looking at that same storm for five days, I still remembered our first argument:
“What happened?” he’d asked. Even Ra sought sheltered from his cold words by crawling off the bed to go lay near the fire on the other side of room. I let out a sigh and felt my shoulder stiffen while the pain shot through, hot and fresh. My temper had been ticking like a time bomb since I was without pain killers. No matter how I positioned myself, I found it uncomfortable and felt agitated. I didn’t know how to make myself feel better, or if it was possible to get into a comfortable position. I had felt the numbness wear away while my body relaxed and realized the wound. The sheer hot heat made me push the blankets off, but Kaspar had been arguing with me to keep them on or else I would catch a cold. That was the next thing I needed. To be injured and catch a cold…it would be misery.
“It’s nothing too serious,” I had answered, trying to shift to a comfortable position. My stitches were itching and I wanted to tear at the bandage. Feeling a chill push through me at his dead stare, I felt like a child being scolded. My pride pushed up at his approach to the situation and I felt my pain pushing anger into my mind. Who did he think he was to come in here angry when I was the one in pain? I decided to humor him with a quick explanation. “I took a ride on Osiris through the forest and was mistaken for an elk by a hunter.”
“It’s not hunting season,” Trunks muttered, looking even more closed off. I felt a cold chill push through me as I thought of the possibilities. If the arrow had aimed two inches to the right, it would have pierced my heart. But if it wasn’t hunting season in the forest, then how could I have possibly been hit? Was this another incident involved with Tokyo that we’d left behind? Did they find out we knew that Bobby had been hired to threaten Reika and I? I could sense his anger rolling off but knew it was starting to be directed at me. “Why wasn’t I informed?”
"I didn’t want to disturb you at work,” I replied, watching his brow knit tightly. I could feel my irritation building and wanted to be like Ra to leave the battle zone. It was a simple true but I found how closed off he became at my words…he looked just like his father in a quick instance while his mind was surely working like his mother.
“I will not tolerate secrets in our home,” he had stated, anger pushing into his face. My patience felt pushed for the last time and I began to unravel. I was tired and my patience had already run thin.
“This wasn’t a secret kept, but rather told at a later time since it was not a pressing matter. If I was seriously harmed, you would have been contacted,” I snapped, feeling my tongue loosening. What reason did he have coming in here with a snarky attitude? With all my anger building up, I felt like going for another ride on Osiris. Or even a duel with Kaspar in the training, once I found the training room…if only I could move my arm. It would be a good tactic to practice being handicapped during a fight and build more skill.
“The palace is on lock down. Every move you make, or medication taken, will be reported and approved,” Trunks ordered, startling me at how he barked his demands in that even cool tone. My freedoms were going to be cut off and I felt even more irritated. I was beginning to regret this union, seeing another side to his persona that I was disliking. I didn’t like being told what to do, and even worse loathed being treated like a prisoner in my own home. “There will be no more unsupervised rides in the forest, Osiris is off limits until he’s properly broken, and a maid will be helping you instead of Kaspar.”
I could feel the detest he felt when his eyes glanced over my body clothed in a simple lace strapped night gown. My freedoms were being stripped away, and I felt like I could relate to Osiris like no other at that moment. My fiery spirit pushed up as I glared.
“Must I obtain approval to breathe?” I asked in a sunken tone, pushing to sit up. The anger spit through me like the splitting pain I felt burst through my shoulder after using the wrong arm. I never knew how blessed I’d been with the powers of the Imperial Crystal until now.
“Makoto, it is final and there will be no discussion further,” Trunks finalized and left me in shock. That was the last words we spoke five days ago and I could feel my irritation growing while I thought about it once more. I was tired and in pain, mentally hating Dr. Livingston for keeping my pain medication away as a precaution until she could get my blood results back. The machine she normally used had broken in the process so instead she needed another set of vials before sending them out. In her professional opinion, she wanted to be safe than sorry when it came to our health especially if there was a possibility I could be pregnant. I highly doubted it, but something in my brain kept bugging me while I sat around thinking over the argument, especially how he pointed out Kaspar.
Was there something wrong with my assistant? I knew there was a line to be drawn, but during an emergency he had helped make sure I was comfortable. It had all happened so fast after I put Osiris back when I was whisked away to the medical ward. Could Trunks have been jealous that another man had seen me nude? I let out a long sigh before turning back to look at the opened curtains to view the winter wonderland that had consumed us. I could no longer see the trees of the forest, or the path leading to the stables…I wanted to terribly visit the animals, or brush them down to take my mind away from all these thoughts. Instead, I was settling with Ra warmly curled next to my side while I stroked his head.
Silently, Kaspar sat in the chair near my bedside like a guard as he read over a random book from our library. I’d turned down the offer to busy my hands, but I needed to focus on more important things…like our argument. I picked and pulled it apart, trying to find the meaning to all the words we’d spoken. Our words were harsh, but our minds were in two different places. I was beginning to worry that maybe I’d jumped into thinking I’d loved him too soon. Trunks hadn’t been to our room since, and I was beginning to feel nervous. Did he leave? Or was he going to leave? Maybe he wasn’t even in the palace this whole time and had angrily gone somewhere else. I couldn’t see him investigating this matter, especially since the sudden snow storm hid all the evidence and tracks.
“Apologizing is the first step,” Kaspar quietly spoke up from reading his book. I couldn’t help but notice the smirk he held and felt the frustration burn through me. For whatever reason, I felt Kaspar was right. There was no reason for us to continue on this path of being angry at each other when one of us could simply take the first step to apologize. Although I believed I was right, the right thing to do in this situation was bending to the wishes of the other. Letting out a long sigh, I stiffly got out of bed as Kaspar helped adjust my robe while I slipped on my warm slippers. It was so cold even with a fire brewing. “Would you like company or will you be walking alone this afternoon?”
“Alone,” I answered, and began on my way. I was tired of being in the palace, especially in this foul mood. I was tired of being in bed, and tired of waiting on the results from Dr. Livingston. How long did it take to do a test? These ritual walks were burning me out as I wanted desperately for my feet to take me somewhere pleasurable. Letting out a long sigh, I leaned against the wall to take a moment to stare at one of the many portraits we had in our long corridors and found it captivating. It looked like a romantic picture drawn from a fairy tale where a woman in long white gown stood glowing under the moon in ankle deep water looking at herself in a pond smiling. Behind her, a handsome man looked bewildered and watched from the safety of trees and bushes. I wondered what the story was behind that image and why it was hung in the palace. Was he a romantic at heart? Saying I was in love with Trunks was easy, but digging to know what was in his heart was harder.
Kaspar was more than right; we both overreacted on the situation and I didn’t think to consider how he would feel. With the recent events in Tokyo, I needed to be more careful since it looked like I was being targeted. I thought that if we followed their wishes and went back to Satan City, then I would be safe. I really hadn’t thought much about the Tokyo incident, and wondered where the investigation lay. Letting out a sigh, I turned in the direction of his office and decided that I would seek him out. In this large palace, Trunks had to be hidden somewhere while his anger simmered. Now that I thought about it, I’d never been to his office before or knew where it was located.
This was my time for the adventure I craved around the palace since I never received the official grand tour. Trunks had his fair share of work to do running a kingdom and business at once. I was sure his responsibilities would heighten when it was time for the company to be handed to him. I never thought we would be so busy that we could hardly see each other, even at night. Winding through the corridors, I saw a maid stop before two large white doors where she left a silver cart but seem afraid to enter. This had to be it. Gazing at the large white doors, I found them to be engraved with a simple square designs, the smaller squares outlined in gold paint. Should I knock? My pride swelled as I thought of my own position.
Pushing the cart to the side, I gave a small polite knock before pushing through the doors. The first friendly face I saw was Goten, staring at me in surprise while he stood before the large mahogany desk with his hands in his pockets. A warm smile pushed to his face as he took a few large steps across the dark red carpet. He stopped short of hugging me as he paused to look at either shoulder.
“Which one is the bad side?” asked Goten, the warmth from his brown eyes turning into worry. He was so easily readable.
“The left,” I answered calmly and felt him finally hug me while staying away from the wound. I couldn’t help but look past him to find the office empty except for us. Where had Trunks gone?
“I heard about the issues, and we will be working on keeping you safe,” Goten began, relaxing to take a seat in one of the plush white chairs with matching mahogany wood. I felt a frown push forth while I stood uncomfortably in the room…who all had he told about our situation? I hadn’t even told my friends for the fear of Julie’s bakery. Taking a seat on the matching white couch near the wall, I couldn’t help but notice a blanket over the side…so this was where he’d been staying. I felt my heart drop thinking of how our argument had pushed him out of the comfort of our room.
“Thank you for the concern,” I said automatically, wanting to change the subject. I eyed in on Goten and felt a slight smirk pull out. “Did Minako treat you well?
A red blush pushed into his face as I watched a nervous chuckle pulse through him…oh yeah, Minako had more than treated Goten well.
“Minako is lovely,” Goten admitted, managing to push his blush down but his grin was even brighter. “We’ll see where it goes.”
“Oh, you’re still staying in contact?” I asked curiously, hearing the first news of it. Minako hadn’t called to gush all the details of her relations with Goten but I thought it was out of respect of him being my husband’s friend.
“I visit Tokyo often, but managed to get back just before the storm grounded all the flights. During this season it’s often a harsh winter, especially this far north. Near the mountains you get the front of all the storms coming in,” Goten commented. I never thought of the location of our palace, but now that I thought of it we were near the base of the mountain with the forest to our backs. It was no wonder the storm raged on so strongly from the peaks.
“I’m happy you two are working out,” I answered, giving a warm smile. Goten seemed to agree with his eyes and how he lightened up. It became quiet as I felt his eyes watching me carefully before he decided to choose his words.
“Makoto, I—” I watched his voice leave as soon as the door opened. I felt my breath catch as the cart was pushed in before I saw Trunks’ lean form shut the door. When he turned, I felt a sting against my chest when I saw how disheveled he looked. His hair hung lazily around his shoulders and I could see the beginnings of a stubbly beard starting to show, barely noticeable against his lightly tanned skin. A silence pushed through the room while it took Trunks a moment to notice someone else in the room, his tired blue eyes finally rested on my form. I couldn’t help but feel responsible for how tired they looked, or how stiff he must have felt sleeping on that small couch. “I need to give Minako a call, give me a moment.”
I mentally glared at Goten for leaving us in the room alone, and felt all my pride leave while I felt sorrowful looking at his state. Trunks was the first to move, pushing his jacket back while he shoved his hands in his pockets. Until now, I didn’t realize how much I’d missed him while I tried to subdue my bubbling emotions. I felt in a strange emotional haze while I tried to reign in control and decided it would have been best if I never came here at all.
“I didn’t realize you had company,” I finally spoke, pushing to my feet set to leave before my emotions would get the best of me. I tried not to look him in the eyes while I moved to the door, hoping to escape without catching too much of his attention. When I pulled to open the door, I felt it didn’t budge as his hand kept it pressed closed. I froze, unsure what to expect at this brash movements.
“Makoto, how are you feeling?” asked Trunks, his deep voice surrounding me in comfort. All the past anger and stubborn transgression seemed to melt away the moment he spoke. I wanted to turn around to press into his arms but my pride kept my feet planted.
“Human,” I managed, feeling the one syllable didn’t convey all that I felt. I was feeling horrible, like a bad wife for pushing up an argument at a stressful time and how that argument made him feel he needed to sleep in his office. Although my heart and mind wanted to say so many things, I found my mouth tightly shut. My senses were taking in his musky smell, a slight comfort that was easing how stiffly I stood. I felt my voice finally come back in a low whisper. “I…missed you.”
I turned and felt breathless in front of him as I followed his movements to pull up against his chest in a gentle hug. My worries washed away as I let out a gratifying sigh and wanted to stay like this for as long as I could. Trunks pressed a warm kiss on the top of my head while he held me a moment longer. We were quiet as we stayed pressed against each other with my head in the crook of his neck. I could feel his heart beating and muscles tense whole holding me like a porcelain doll.
“Dr. Livingston received the results,” Trunks began, gaining my attention back. Knowing that I would be receiving my pain medication soon gave me some more comfort as I felt a sigh push out and smile pull up. In the past few days I’d jerked my shoulder more than I could believe, making it almost impossible to happily get through a day. Finally, I would be able to get a full night’s rest. No matter how much I tried not to think about it, my mind kept going back to the idea of ‘what if’ since it had taken so long to get the results back. Was there something else the matter? “I’ll escort you.”
I didn’t want to pull away but take all I could wrapped in his arms. Knowing it was time, I slowly pulled back. Gazing up, I saw the caring sincerity gazing down at me and immediately felt like a toddler that had thrown a tantrum. A warm, passionate smile stunned me as I felt a light squeeze on my hand before he lifted it to kiss the knuckles tenderly. I shuttered at his warm lips touching my skin, but giggled at how his facial hair tickled.
“I think it’s time to shave,” I spoke, finding his eyes amused at my comment. He kept my hand securely in his while leading me out the door of the office. Goten stood a ways down talking on the phone, flashed us a smile before giving a signal that he’d be a moment longer.
“Your highnesses,” Dr. Livingston’s voice spoke behind us. I peeked behind my shoulder to acknowledge her and saw a bright smile. “Please, come to the medical bay.”
I felt curious, and more perplexed as we followed Dr. Livingston hand in hand. I wondered what she could possibly want instead of just informing us in the hall of the negative results. Letting out an irritated sigh, my shoulder was still aching but at least the itching wore off. Following Livingston’s hand pat on the table, I reluctantly sat on the table while routinely letting the shoulders of my robe drop. I could sense her smile while she peeled the bandages off. A chill pushed through me at the cold liquid rubbed over it where a little blood had pushed up.
“In a week you’ve healed quite well your highness,” Livingston commented while she kept the bandages off. “I recommend only wrapping them at night to let the oxygen help your skin in the healing process. Too much moisture could lead to infection, which wouldn’t be good. Next, I need you to lie back and I will walk you through what I’m looking for.”
I felt a fluttering in my stomach as I let out a long breath to slowly lean back, watching Livingston with careful eyes as she pulled up a computer with a long device attached. I remembered it from when I went to an ultra sound with Usagi and felt my body stiffen. I glanced quickly at Trunks as I felt his hand light squeeze mine with reassurance.
“I’m not getting those pain killers am I?” I asked, lifting my hips as she helped to pull my night gown to rest under my bosom. Livingston smiled as she pulled out the cold jell.
“That’s what I’m positively checking,” she began. “This is going to be cold…you’re doing great Makoto. You’re going to feel a slight pressure but that’s only to get a good look…I received your blood results and found your hormones elevated higher than normal so I’m going to see what’s going on to cause it.”
I watched on the screen at the black and white images trying to figure out what it was until she stopped. She was right, I was feeling the pressure of how hard she needed to press to get the images. Underneath the moving head, the jell warmed quickly but I still couldn’t help feeling nervous. I’d been too preoccupied with other thoughts to think about the ‘what if’ possibilities or try to recount if there were any slips in protection during our honeymoon. I could see the soft smile brighten up her face as she clicked on the screen to take a picture of the image.
“We’re going to start a good relationship over the course of the next seven to eight months,” Livingston suddenly said, turning back to us. I still couldn’t process her words while I looked curiously at the screen while her fingers pointed to a circular white outline with two white golf ball sized circles in it. “This is the amniotic sac in the uterus that holds a fetus, and the two here are the fetuses…congratulations on expecting twins your highnesses.”
I felt my eyes widen as I gazed at the screen until my eyes darted suddenly up to Trunks the moment his warm hand gave another squeeze. There was a stronger brightness in his eyes while he gave me a broad smile. I couldn’t help but feel multiple emotions bubble up while I tried to think on the situation. We were expecting, so soon and yet I felt the joy spread through me. I let out a sigh as I stared at the image while strangely imagining them floating around in my womb. We were going to be parents.
“Shall we have a dinner party to announce the news?” asked Trunks. I couldn’t help but feel the excitement begin to bubble up as I nodded. This was the beginning to my dream that I had wished and wanted since I lost my parents; I was one step closer. A ring of Trunks’ phone made him step outside while we finished up. Livingston finished wiping the jell off my belly as I rearranged myself to go back to my room.
“I’m going to start you on prenatal vitamins and have the chefs make changes to your diet to make sure you’re able to stay strong during your pregnancy,” she started, grabbing a bottle out of her cabinet and handing it to me. “Make sure to take two a day, take plenty of walks, and I suggest some relaxing yoga. This will later on help during the birthing. Have you decided which method you’ll use?”
“Natural, I don’t want chemicals in my system since they will go straight to the children,” I answered, having done my research plenty of time before this time came. Livingston nodded.
“I’ll keep in contact with check-ups as needed. Good luck your highness,” she said with a bright smile. I couldn’t help but smile back and slip off the table to continue on my way in a strange blissful daze. Trunks stopped me as I exited when he hung up his phone. I couldn’t meet his gaze without blushing and trying to pull the plastered smile from my face.
“Would you like to call your friends?” asked Trunks as I shook my head ‘no’ and finally let the excitement burst forth from my mouth when I pushed up to kiss him. Trunks was more than surprised by the kiss, but with five days built up, it wasn’t long before it turned feverish and hot. Gently his hands began to roam across my thin nightgown sending a tingle across my skin as I craved for his touch. Gently grabbing my rump and pulling me closer, I felt a soft moan push up. I felt lost in him and yearned to fully embrace him; we would have tried right there if it wasn’t for someone clearing their throat that slightly broke us apart. Bringing the kiss to a halt, I slowly opened my eyes to look at Kaspar with Caspian behind him looking in another direction. Letting out a sigh I pulled away for the sake of our surprise guests, but felt a bit irritated that our moment was disturbed.
“May I introduce King Caspian of Cairo to his highness, King Trunks Briefs of Northern Satan City,” Kaspar introduced. Trunks moved right into being diplomatic with his firm handshake that Caspian accepted while keeping his eye from meeting mine.
“I see we are in the palace of newlyweds,” Caspian commented, giving Trunks a knowing smirk. Trunks let out a chuckle while he gently placed an arm around my waist. “The best new bride is a blushing one.”
I couldn’t help but see Caspian wink at me and felt a chill push through me when I felt Trunks fingers twitch a little. I still hadn’t told Trunks about my past with Caspian and I didn’t want to keep any secrets.
“Shall I schedule the event?” asked Kaspar giving his full attention to me.
“We can go over the details at a later time,” I replied and let my eyes move back to Caspian. “If you will excuse me, I was unprepared for the arrival of a guest.”
I took my leave, feeling in bliss while I moved about the actions of changing to accept company. It felt rather odd watching Caspian and Trunks interact even with Goten in the room, but I was glad they were able to get along. The bliss was short lived when Trunks seemed to be called out of the palace on emergency leaving me alone while counting down the days until the dinner party. I was worried with him gone, left in the palace with Caspian while we hid the news even from all the staff until the day of the dinner party. I hadn’t called my friends yet, feeling bad they couldn’t make it through the storm for the announcement. With the work of Ami, I set it up at a later time we would gather for another conference call since I didn’t want to give only one person the news to pass it around.
Strangely, an instinct pushed through me over the next few days. Feeling alert, I watched the way Caspian and Kasper interacted while we were in a room together. Pretending to read over a book in the drawing room while Caspian drank by the fireplace, I could see their constant eye contact while Kaspar seemed to darken in the mirror above the fireplace. I couldn’t help but feel suspicious as I decided that it was time for a little sneaking around to see what was going on. With all the events budding together, I felt suspicious thoughts stream through my mind as I found all these accidents began to happen around Caspian and Kasper. I knew just the item to do the trick. Digging through the bridal gifts I received, I grabbed out the floating water lily while reading through the instructions to state the words: Lily, disguise me with invisibility.
Feeling the magic swirl around me, I watched the water lily disappear and decided to try it out. I walked through the palace but found no one noticed me even when I made weird faces. As long as I hadn’t spoke, I knew I would be fine. Going down the guest rooms, I lucked in to see Kaspar entering into Caspian’s room where I took the time to slip in the door that was left open. Surprised, I watched a maid finishing to pull on her clothes before quickly exiting and quietly closing the door. A shutter pushed through me at the idea of what she was doing in here.
This guest room was inviting with white and blue stripped walls, white stuccoing, a beige carpet, and redwood furniture with a similar comfortable set-up as our room but smaller in scale. I almost gasped when I saw Caspian in a new light, his warmed skin perspiring from the musky activity that filled the room. He looked rather cold, lounging in bed with a sheet covering his lower torso as he smoked a small cigarette. I wrinkled my nose at the smell and planted myself near the wall.
“I still don’t understand why you stay in such misery,” Caspian spoke, letting out a breath of smoke before setting it in a glass ashtray next to his bed. I tried not to watch his lean body stretch, each muscle pulling powerfully. “Every time I look at you, I feel pity. Come back to Cairo, brother.”
Kaspar finished mixing himself a drink before relaxing powerfully in a chair near the bed. I’d never seen his demeanor so demanding for attention or eyes sharply gazing at the man in the bed. This was their relationship? Brothers? I was floored at the news, knowing what this meant. If Caspian was King, then Kaspar had to be a prince of Cairo.
“I told you once before, I don’t need your help or suggestions. Makoto is my personal affair,” Kaspar retorted, his voice pushing the tones of sharp. Caspian gave a warm grin as he moved from the bed and slipped into a robe before making his own drink. A blush had pushed into my cheeks while I kept my eyes planted on Kaspar.
“Like a puppy you’ve been following some random princess and serving her like a common slave. If you’d wished to make her your bride, you’ve missed your chance,” Caspian mocked with a slight grin. I could tell he enjoyed teasing his brother, but this new attitude proved to show he had been hiding his true persona. Instead of the kind, warm man I thought him to be, he was a cold hearted fiend. “All you had to do was ask for your brother’s help and I would have been able to apply some pressures in the right places to free her up. Instead, you let some man…fly…off with her.”
“Your meddling has become quite troublesome,” Kaspar commented coldly, giving his brother a slight glare. “I have no intention of trying to marry before you for the throne. I can see how you can’t understand true beauty when it’s right in front you. Leave us be, and I will spend my life as I wish.”
“In servitude? I bet she doesn’t even know who you are, or what you’ve done…” Kaspar buckled at the comment, throwing his glass against the wall as it broke into tiny pieces before launching at his brother. Holding him by the throat, Caspian chuckled as they stared up in a war. “I forget, what have I done? It is not easy trying to make your brother happy and give him what he utmost desires. Although, whoever hired the shot in the woods was good.”
“I’ll break your neck if you dare harm her again. Go back to Cairo before I’m unable to forgive you,” Kaspar snapped, raising another chuckle from Caspian.
“I’m not leaving until I let your Queen know a truth I uncovered her husband his hiding,” Caspian retorted as Kaspar finally let go of his throat. I felt a gasp build up but managed to keep it down while viewing the interaction. I had no idea that the two were related but what were the reasons Kaspar followed me? He could have just approached me when I visited Cairo at the invitation of Caspian so long ago. Then all these years that I believed Caspian was seeking my hand had all been a joke? This was becoming all too confusing…but worse, what did he find out about Trunks? Or would it be another one of his ploys? I already wanted to punch him in the face knowing that he hired someone to shoot me in the shoulder.
“She is happy brother, let well enough alone. You have already caused too much trouble,” Kaspar said and moved to make another drink. I couldn’t help but see the smirk Caspian held on his face while he finished his liquor.
“Don’t you want to know about this big secret I found out? Or would you rather hear what he is?” Caspian coyly coaxed. I felt interested, but unsure if I wanted to believe anything from his mouth unless I heard it from Trunks. Kasper looked interested but seemed to hide it well with his stiff posture. “I’ll save my big secret for the dinner party and feel the satisfaction his face…he is a strange being. Enormous feats of strength, a strange power, the ability to fly, and can manipulate Kai into bursts of energy. Perhaps he is a God on Earth, testing us or wanting to reclaim the Earth once more. Sounds like the Legend of Hetspa.”
Before Kaspar could reply, a soft knock on the door stole all our attention. Slowly, the door opened as a maid poked her head in.
“Sir, her highness has disappeared,” she said quietly. I watched Kaspar’s brow push together angrily while Caspian chuckled and winked at the maid.
“Why don’t you come in here for a while and keep me company?” asked Caspian. The maid seemed to obey as she pushed the door open. Timing it just right, I slipped through the door and pressed against the wall just before Kaspar slipped out to begin searching the halls. I needed to find somewhere that would look casual…somewhere no one would have seen me enter. Searching for a wing in the opposite direction, I decided the best place to hide was in Trunks’ office. Beginning to panic, I sat in his chair while whispering the words: Lily, I am done thank you.
Watching the ball appear, I leaned back in the chair while multiple thoughts plagued me. Kaspar had been lying over the past years, working as my assistant and I knew this would make our relationship highly uncomfortable. I needed keep the suspicion low, and couldn’t let him see a change in my behavior. I hope that Caspian would leave after the dinner party instead of acting interested. Without evidence, I knew he was responsible for it all…even breaking Motoki and I apart. I wanted to confront him but knew I couldn’t…I couldn’t even tell Trunks that I had been invisible in his bedroom and seen how he used our workers for his self pleasure. How far would this go? I knew it needed to end before things became dangerous.
I felt my hand touch lightly over my abdomen as I let out a small sigh. I needed to think of them now, and take care of my body so they would healthily come into this world. The smile pulled up to the corners of my mouth as I thought of two budding heartbeats that were slowly growing every day. To end this, I would need to ask Kaspar to leave. Hearing the door open, my eyes pulled up in the darkness as I looked up when the light flickered on. Kaspar still held his cold composure as he watched me carefully sitting in the chair.
“Your highness,” he spoke softly while we watched each other. I could tell he was looking at my strange posture while I slowly removed my hand from my abdomen.
“Sit down,” I instructed, watching Kaspar ease the door closed before taking a seat in one of the plush chairs. “I have been thinking that it is time you went back to Cairo with King Caspian. It would be wrong of me to keep you here knowing you were sent as a proposal gift, seeing as how I accept another.”
Kaspar quietly gazed at me while I watched his brown eyes begin to harden behind his glasses. I knew this was the only way to cut off the connections and ties to their antics. With Kaspar gone, Caspian wouldn’t seen and reason or find pleasure in his play. Caspian was doing all these antics to anger his brother and I was the bait.
“Please allow me to stay by your side a little longer,” Kaspar spoke, his warm voice chilling me as I tried to keep my mind steady. I didn’t know what to do…I didn’t know how to have him leave without looking heartless.
“Why?” The words pushed out of my mouth before I could catch them, but I was curious. Why did he want to stay? What was it about me that made him follow me back to Tokyo and work as a servant? For a prince, he was highly confusing. Kaspar seemed to catch my curious gaze while I watched him let out a small breath.
“Give me a few weeks and then I will go back to Cairo as you wish,” he answered. I couldn’t help but agree, feeling relieved that I would be able to clean up this mess before it brought more tension into the palace. Quietly, I followed Kaspar back to my room and watched him stop at the door; a sign that let me know Trunks was finally home. “Rest well your highness.”
I felt surprised at his words, and mostly his actions, as Kaspar gave a swift bow as his hand lifted mine to his lips. Watching him walk away, a chill pulse through me…I felt this was only the beginning to my troubles.
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