SIRE
951 Words
~INANNA~
Yesterday was a hectic day. I went to bed with aching feet and sore limbs from being on my feet the during the party.
I remember the pin drop silence that filled the room upon Prince Dominique's arrival. My senses were drawn to him, like moth to a flame.
Having him in the same vicinity as me caused my heart beat to pick up and goosebumps crawl on my skin.
And just that feeling was enough to make me both want to hide from him and run to him. It scared me to feel like that towards someone I don't know, someone whom I haven't even see his face. It scared me to even feel again.
I could hear my heart rushing to keep pumping blood to my cheeks making me feel flushed, blocking everyone out. Everyone but him.
He looked so majestic and confident in who he is. Yesterday by his looks and stance alone, I saw a prince made warrior, a royal who does not find interest in the banters of the Royal court but one whose joy and heart lies in the battlefield.
Even with his rich brown hair brushing his shoulders and the blue robe that glided across his skin like waterfalls, he looked every bit the warrior he is. His dominance leaked out of his pores, making it difficult to stand on one's feet.
I wanted so badly for him to look my way and that scared me. It terrified me to have such feeling of longing and desire for someone I do not know, someone who has hidden his face behind a mask. It scared me to feel a strong sense of security and safety and desire, for a man I just met whom I've not even spoken to. Someone who probably considers me less than the dirt on his shoe, if he even has some on his shoe.
Thinking too much is giving me a headache.
The Queen has assigned me as his servant so I need to brace myself for what is to happen when I meet him, which won't be long. Whether good or bad.
I put on the new attire I was given. A knee length spaghetti strapped dress blue dress the Queen sent to me, for reasons I do not know nor can I question.
I pull my curly hair into a tight ponytail, then make my way to the kitchen for the Prince's breakfast.
After which I continue my journey to the Prince's wing with a heart that's trying to leap out of my chest and nerves that restricts my breathing process.
I'm very much aware of my body structure, I'm thicker than the average wolf but with a slim waist, that makes the dress I'm wearing too revealing for my taste.
Standing in front of the Prince's room, with a tray of fruits, pancakes, meat and other things I have no idea of, my hands begin to shake and my knees almost feel like jelly.
I take in a deep breath, knock on the door and bow my head even before I go in.
" Enter" A husky voice commands, making goosebumps crawl on my exposed shoulders.
My trembling hands and feet carry me into the room that smells a lot like forest and ash. One that's very familiar but I can't quite point out where from.
"Your breakfast, sire" I say in a small voice, thanking my lucky stars that my voice comes out clear.
"Hmmm...put it on the table" He says. I'm not sure what the hum was all about. But I do as I'm told and put the tray on the table on my left.
I walk back from the food with my hands I front of me, my eyes on my feet and my heart trying to win a race against light.
His heavy footsteps makes its way towards me. The smell of forest and ash invades my nostrils, making it difficult to hold back a moan. I take in a lungful of that sweet scent, trying to hold onto it
He takes a seat and I take my place by his side after I uncover his food for him. Trying in vain to get my heart to work properly, my cheeks to cool down and my hands to seize trembling.
After a few minutes of silence with him enjoying his meal and me as still as a statue.
"Take a seat" he says.
" Thank you sire, but it's improper of me to do so" I say in a low shaky voice trying desperately not to anger him.
"That was not a request." he says with finality, causing me to flinch and let out a low whimper that I'm grateful he didn't hear.
I walk carefully and slowly with my sweaty palm clenched in a fist to the chair opposite him and take a seat with my hands on my lap and eyes anywhere but on him.
Silence takes its place with us once more, throughout the 20 minutes it takes for him to finish his meal.
If a male takes this much time to eat I wonder how long it will take the females to finish.
" What's your name?" He asks when he's done. There is no need for him to know. He can call me whatever he wants. But I still give him my name.
"Inanna, sire" I say
He hums and says " You can go now...Inanna"
The way my name rolls off his tongue makes my abdomen clench and a shiver runs down my spine.
I take the empty tray and scurry out of the room with my heart in my throat and my body on fire.
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