Author's Note:
Hey guys! So here is the next chapter, as I promised.
So, the next update would be on Tuesday or Wednesday, depending on whether I would go to the amusement park on Tuesday or not.
Without any further ado, here is chapter 2
Enjoy!
Metal clanking seemed to wake him up as sharply as it can. It did remind him of the nature of his childhood, past residence. Even the sunlight from the window seemed to set his hair ablaze, directly shining on it.
His eyes the dull grey metal plate; a reflection to his mood. Lightly, his fingertips touched the soft bread that gave off steam. She was right. He was given good food.
Like a stubborn toddler, he refused to sleep on bed, still shocked and full from eating the stale bread for the first time.
He couldn't believe it still, he managed to devour it completely! Sitting in front of the plate, he pulled his sleeves, folding them up as he got ready to eat his breakfast.
Again, metal seemed to be the only habitual thing since he came inside. With such a material, it really did bring him back to reality of his situation and the burning image of the vute beauty before him before the two days.
He still wondered if she really was the royal daughter. She had the perfect nose like her father, an aura befitting a leader. But a frown that didn't match her father's, nor a glare that he had ever seen from a woman given to him.
"You're still doing it again." He raised his head, eyes watching the woman that was surely smaller than him but intimidating enough to put the entire male population to shame. Except him.
He simply was too awestruck to even feel a pinch of fright.
Like salt to a wound, he nonchalantly stared at her as she continued to tap her leg impatiently. Irritation settled in, and she knelt in front of him, harsh as she had always been.
"Listen, Mister. Either you eat this bread or not have food for the rest of your stay in this dungeon. I don't care if you don't come out at all. But wasting food is something that I hate absolutely."
The hood of her cloak shone in the sun, her ebony hair defined in its silkiness and softness. His hand rose to her head; he found himself running his fingers through her hair.
She swatted his hand in a not so gentle way and glared at him one last time before exiting the room.
He grinned.
Because he didn't miss the blush on her face.
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"Sakura, why didn't you tell me that my husband is starving downstairs?" Kotono demanded. The King's other three daughters were still unaware of the whole drama that had taken place two days ago.
Except Kotono and Misaki. Misaki's legs were on the table as he read her novel in the room. She wanted to roll her eyes at the silliness of her sister. There was no way Misaki would ever want that pervert for a husband.
Her cheeks rushed with colour as she felt his fingers running through her hair, he was the first man to ever do that except her father. Not to mention, in a very intoxicating way.
Misaki felt disgusted and annoyed by the charm and aura he gave off. It pissed her off to no end.
"Your highness!" A maid lowered herself in front of Kotono and she knew she was being called. Dramatic as she was, her duties can't be neglected even if she did harbour such fantasies of imaging that blonde handsome standing buy her side.
"Misaki!" Sakura whispered as Kotono was led away. There was an urgent note in her voice as she crept towards her. Sakura Honozono was actually Misaki's only friend from the Kuuga royalty. Although they were childhood friends, Misaki knew Sakura was going to leave the next month as soon ss Kuuga returned from war.
The Great War of Balgar.
Balgar was the only war that extended for eight years, and Misaki knew that it would have been stretched hadn't the Ranchester Royalty withdrawn. She still hated their guts for even asking her father to give his thrown up for their son, Gerald.
Back to Sakura, she patiently waited till Misaki marked her page and gave her full attention to Sakura.
"Is there something the matter?" Misaki asked softly.
"That guy downstairs hasn't eaten anything in four days already. I know you are responsible, but he will die if he didnt get to eat anything. If he turned out to be someone really important, we all will be in grave danger."
Misaki sighed, already feeling sympathetic towards the people that used to starve and now happily ate what the kingdom offered. Unlike that arrogant man. He didn't even bother touching the food.
Guilt twisted in her gut, as she realized she was being a little too harsh on him. Sighing yet again, she placed her book on the table, and sauntered into the kitchen across the room.
There a few cooks brewing some tea and simmering soup. Weighing the possibility that he would eat, she decided to pour in some soup and grab the water glass.
Slowly carrying the tray downstairs, she smiled as she realized that only one dungeon was occupied. She frowned, after all, that unknown space man didn't clear off to empty the dungeons.
She should congratulate him on being the first to enter, for not so punishing reasons. Rolling her eyes, she nodded at the guard, who allowed her inside.
"Hey, Mr. High chair. Come on, have your food." She muttered. He was still staring at the window, the same way he had done multiple times. Except this tume she could detect the loneliness emitting from him.
He turned his gaze ever so slightly and raised a perfect brow.
"Usui Takumi." She froze. Then blinked her eyes.
"What?!"
Did he just speak?
"Can you repeat what you just said?" She asked again, setting the tray down all the while.
"I said my name is Usui Takumi."
His voice was deep, velvety and the kind that attracted the entire female population. But in Misaki's dictionary, well she wouldn't admit but she'd say he did sound pretty hot over there.
"Alright Usui, I am giving you a last chance to complete your food or else―"
"Misa-chan."
Right then, he looked like a lost puppy, eyed wide to persuade her. She felt herself drawn towards his adorable expression .
Wait, adorable?!
"My name is not Misa-chan." She replied under controlled voice .She didntD want to entertain any prisoner, and especially not perverted ones. She still can't believe she was forced into this.
"I... I'm sorry for wasting food that day. Can you forgive me?" He pulled the same trick looking innocent. But she was already pissed off. What she really needed was him to add to her list of tension.
"Shut up, pervert. If you really felt guilty, you shouldn't waste it. I don't believe you at all." She crossed her arms hotly as he amusedly watched and slowly brought the soup to his lips.
With a final satisfied look, she left him alone. Although he was a little disappointed by her early departure, he was in a better mood than he ever was.
"Deary, I am back! I couldn't come because dad thinks extra duties can keep you away from me." She pouted.
Just like that, his mood dampened.
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