CHAPTER 2: HIS SAVIOR PART 2
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Meryln paced back and forth in her bedroom. She was screwed and she knows it!
"I really had a bad day today." She said to herself and bit her lip. She paused and looked at the unconscious prince on her bed. "I'm so going to have to go to prison."
She jumped when her phone rang.
"Hello?" she answered, uncertain. She was panicking because the palace might have traced wherever the prince was.
"Meryln, you have one minute to explain to me why you're not here in my wedding reception." She heard Gwen on the other line. I forgot about Gwen. She forgot about her friend's wedding reception.
"I'm so sorry Gwen; I'm just preoccupied at the moment." She really was. "Let's just say that I'm royally screwed."
"What aren't you telling me?" she asked the latter and she just gulped. She couldn't really tell her that she just save the prince's life from a monster.
"Fine, I'm dating someone and he had too much to drink." She lied. Well, she didn't know exactly what to tell her normal friend.
"Alright, I'm just upset that you aren't here to catch my bouquet. I was hoping you'll be the one to catch it, so you'll get married next." She teased and they both giggled. "But, since you're dating someone, I don't think you'll need the bouquet's help anyhow."
Arthur groaned and moved his head side to side. Her eyes widened, frozen on the spot.
"Gwen, I've got to go. He's awake now."
"Alright, I'll see you tomorrow before our flight. You'd better be there or I'll skin you alive when we get back." Gwen threatened in a joking way and she hung up.
She approached the prince and positioned her head above his royal highness' head. She smirked to herself. He was just dreaming, she guessed. Then, another smirk appeared on her face.
Now, she sees why many English women are infatuated with the man. He was gorgeous. His skin was flawless, his facial features were sharp in a good way, and his built was exceptional.
"I can see it now." She said to herself, amused. "Let's see if I can smuggle you inside the palace."
Arthur groaned when he felt a sharp headache. He opened his eyes and hissed at the pain. He ran his hand on his blond hair, and felt a small bump just above his right ear.
"So it is real." He muttered to himself. "I wondered what happened to that woman…"he trailed off realizing what happened to his car.
It didn't take long for the police to track his car. The police report, of course, had to give a false name to disguise his royal highness, and the thieves were immediately apprehended. He really didn't care much about the car, but what he cared more was the woman who he helped last night.
He didn't get a good look at the first woman who ran past him, but he got a pretty good look at the woman who saved his life. At first he thought he was just dreaming, or he was just delirious, but the woman just raised her hand and the man in front of them flew and was thrown back. But then, his head was a reminder that it was all true.
He wanted to know her name. He needed explanations. He knew he was just a crown prince; he didn't really have much power in terms of the law-making process, but he can influence them. If his country needed help, then he will gladly do it for the people.
"Arthur, Gwen called." Morgana told him while her eyes remained on the magazine she was reading.
"What did she say?" he asked, almost in a whisper.
"She said that you must move on because she did. She also said that you must meet one of her friends. She has a feeling that you'll like her." She answered his question. She looked at him and followed his gaze. She looked at the person that his brother had his eyes on. She chuckled.
"Who's that?" he furrowed his brows, not leaving the eyes on the page.
"Oh, this is Meryln Emrys." She supplied. "She's the CEO of Emrys Clothing line. She's an aristocrat from Ealdor, and an heiress to the Emrys Corporation." She added. "She's very beautiful, isn't she?"
"Yes, I suppose she is." He mumbled and stood up. "I've got to go." He excused himself from his sister, and ran to his room.
When he arrived, he got his laptop and searched for Meryln Emrys. Over hundreds of thousand search results came to view in a matter of seconds.
"Lady Meryln Emrys is the CEO of Emrys clothing line." He skimmed through. "She's the eldest daughter of Earl Balinor Emrys, and Countess Hunith Emrys of Ealdor… In addition to her powerful connections, her uncle, Dr. Gaius Emrys, is a world renowned orthopedic doctor."
He found it odd at how powerful this woman was. She's very wealthy, famous, and powerful—literally. He didn't make sense of it, and he knew that he really needs answers pronto.
A week passed and his sister and he were in an opening of a new hospital. They cut the ribbon, took photographs, and are now being toured in the hospital.
"I'm bored." He leaned closer to his sister and whispered. She giggled.
"Well, why don't you excuse yourself for a minute and go get some fresh air?" she suggested, and he did.
"Leon, I can go to the loo myself. I've been doing it for more than twenty years." He halted his security personnel and stopped just in front of the automatic door. "Just don't let anyone come in." he ordered and the latter nodded.
Meryln, on the other hand, was preoccupied. She managed to track the whereabouts of the possessed man by an Afanc. Her uncle couldn't give her answers to why an Afanc's spirit rose from the dead, but they knew too well that they need to put a stop to it before it kills more people.
She made sure to keep her eyes out for anything out of the ordinary while making sure to put an enchantment to the CCTVs, so she would be undetected.
Meryln managed to get inside the new hospital while deterring the royal protection command. She didn't expect the royal family to be here, but it's her only choice. She was approaching the corner, and was about to turn to her right when someone bumped into her.
"Oh…" she looked up and didn't expect the prince to be in front of her.
"It's you!" he pointed at her.
"Yes it's me, your highness." She bit her lip and gave him a nervous smile, but her smile was cut short when he heard the Afanc from nearby. "It's good seeing you again." She waved goodbye and ran away from him to the direction of the Afanc.
"Wait!" he yelled and unbuttoned his suit blazer to catch up to her.
"You really need to stop following me." She said to him almost like an order while rushing up the fire exit stairs.
"Well, I just need some explanations." He answered and still followed her.
"I can't give you one because if I did, you will be dead." She regretted saying that, especially to a prince.
"Is that a threat?" he was offended, and scared.
"More of an empty threat, your highness; If you don't mind, I need to do this alone because you'll only get hurt." She said to him and opened the door leading to the fifth floor.
"By the looks of it, I can probably take you apart with one blow." He mused.
"Trust me; I can take you apart with less than that." He heard the seriousness in her voice. He saw her do things—unbelievable things a week ago—that might prove that true. "Just… leave, please."
"No, I won't leave." He smiled at her and felt his body froze. "What are you doing?"
"I have powers. I'll probably be killed by the Order, but I'll explain to you everything later. I just need to protect people from getting sick, and death." She explained and let go of the invisible rope she'd wrapped around his waist.
"I'm dreaming." He wanted to think it was a dream.
"Not really, your highness; just stay here please and don't follow me."
"I am the prince and if I'm not about to stand and do nothing when my people are in grave danger." He hissed.
"Well, I tried persuading you. If you die, I'll just commit suicide." She tapped his shoulder with her hand and gestured for him to stay quiet and follow her.
He was scared. No, he was terrified of his life, and somehow, hers as well.
"The man you saw last week has powers to turn water into poison. If it is ingested, the person who drinks it will never recuperate and will die of a slow and painful death." She explained to him while crouching.
"Alright, how do we stop the man?"
"Well, I have to use my powers."
"That's it?"
"Well, there's always a chance that it will go fifty-fifty."
"Great, I'm in the hands of a woman who isn't exactly sure of how to stop this man."
"Well, Mr. Royal prat…" she smirked. "I'm more than capable of killing the man."
"Killing the man?"
"Yes. The man is already dead; he's being possessed by an Afanc. Now, we have to move." She sighed and blasted the door. "Hold it or I will… well, I'll kill you either way." She raised her hand, and the man just flew to the wall. "Come on!"
"Right, what's next?" he raised his fists in front of him, ready to fight the man.
"Trust the elements that are at your command." The voice that called her last week rang in her mind.
"Arthur, what's the element opposite of water?" she asked.
"Well, it's fire. Fire always beat water." He added.
"Of course it is fire." She smirked and moments later, a ball of flames rested on her palms and her other hand made the flames rush toward the Afanc's direction.
"Watch out!" he jumped in front of her and they both fell on the floor with his arms wrapped around her waist.
They looked up, and the Afanc burnt into ashes for only three seconds. It was done.
"You saved my life." She turned to him.
"Yes I did, but you also saved mine." He smiled.
It didn't take long for them to get out of the room. He needed to be with his sister downstairs, but she promised him that she will explain everything to him.
An hour after killing the Afanc, she waited patiently for him in one of the doctor's office.
"So…" he started to speak. "Let's hear the explanation."
"It's going to be a long while. Are you sure you're up for it?"
"I am sure." He sat down on the sofa, as she did next to him.
"Well, can I just please say that you're a prat?" he chuckled. He found it amusing. No one has ever insulted him in his life other than Morgana before. "You used your title on me. But I am grateful that you were with me, because if it weren't for you, I would've never defeated that Afanc."
"Well, I am a prince. I do not have much to say about politics, but I care about my people. I cannot just stand still while my people are at risk." He explained and she smiled.
"Well, it started a thousand years ago…" she began explaining and he listened carefully.
Kilgharrah smiled when he saw the two interacting with each other in his magical orb.
"The two have found each other again after a thousand years." He smirked. "It is time for King Arthur to arise once again because evil is once again at hand." He said to himself and the orb vanished in thin air.