Hiya guys...
So, this particular chapter is rated K+ or T. It has words like rape and damn. But worry not, nothing graphic or descriptive or anything.
So this is a very, and I mean really VERY, VERY, fluffy chapter. Hang in there folks. This part one of the chapter, since I didn't want to make it too long.
And I almost forgot. The dress Elsa purchased in the last chapter was that dress she wears in the movie frozen, you know, the post let it go one. She made the dress out of eyes. And I want more reviews guys please.
Its not like I'm hankering After it. I just need an opinion. So... yeah.
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Now on with the story!
Jack's P.O.V.
I woke up with a splitting head ache. Must be yesterday's hangover.
I looked at myself and realised that I was still in the garb I wore to the party.
I searched the room for Elsa and noticed that the bed was already made. Elsa never made her bed before she bathed. It was always AFTER it. Bathing was what she did first thing in the morning. Some crazy rules she dutifully STILL followed I guess.
And then I saw it. The bottle of wine. It had been really potent, I had lost control of pwmyself, I guess.
Lost control of myself.
Lost control of myself!
Damn!
...
It cannot be. Elsa, would have never let me do anything like that, she would've killed me.
Or she could've meekly allowed me to RAPE her!
She was after all a girl who went exactly by the book and I knew that her mother had grilled into her head that if her husband were to let his wild over her body, she must shut up and let him do it!
I felt terrible, there was the headache and there was Elsa.
She was only nineteen! I could've taken her anytime. I was betrothed to her wasn't I?
Hell!
I paced about the room, thinking about nothing except, how scared or lost or Hurst those blue eyes must have been!
I thought about her thoughts, mentally screaming, yelling, punching and even cursing me as I...
The door opened to let in My Elsa.
Why was she here? Wasn't she supposed to be, at Merida's crying into a kerchief?
This girl looked like she'd seen only the light of mankind, she was radiant... she was humming and her smile gradually decreased as she entered and she cutely clutched this little bag of... she'd gone shopping, with Merida.
That's why she is humming, her face is radiant and she was smiling!
Well... A person doesn't go shopping the day after they'd been raped, will they?
Or... would they?
I was nervous, just to be sure, I went...
'Elsa, hey, Hi, uh... about last night. Elsa I...' HOW COULD I? complete the sentence , I mean. When the most beautiful girl was looking at me? And most probably she is angry with me, the most beautiful girl!
It wasn't like I had stage fear, it was just that I was on the wrong side of the table. I was on the fault, how could I go on, and possibly explain to her, the most beautiful girl, that I was drunk, that the wine was really potent, that I only remember being dragged by bunny mund. And the next wave of sensibility was waking up?
'Don't say anything, you did nothing. You just dragged outta the party with hundreds of thousands of spectators to this chambers and yelled at me. And... and... well... kissed me! And vomited all over my dress!'
Phew!
I could feel my entire body relaxing. Elsa must've caught the visible relaxation of my facial muscles as she blushed to the roots of her hair and raised her eyebrow, just a bit, you couldn't even notice it. But I could.
'Uh... sorry about your dress, you looked rather ravishing in it!' I said. Again the response was a blush but there was a nod too.
That was IT? A nod? She only gave me a NOD? I had just told that she looked beautiful, and she NODDED? Really?
'Elsa... I'm sorry.'
When she didn't reply, I continued, 'What is my sentence princess?'
she looked sharply at me, when I said "princess".
'Don't... please don't. Call me that!' she said. She WAs uncomfortable. Around me. Heck! Thanks a lot out of control guy... this is all your fault!
I moved a bit closer to her. Although we were at different ends of the room, she near the bathroom, and I near the hearth.
Okay, the bit turned out to be quite a lot as she seemed nearer like four steps or so and the hearth looked farther that I remembered.
Then the plan formed beautifully in mind. I was gonna woo her, that beautiful girl! I was gonna go near her, grab her and kiss her, hard.
'Elsa... look I'm sorry, I really am...' two steps, 'I was drunk and the wine was potent and... I lost self control... i'm sorry about everything, really.' one more step.
All through it she kept having her wyes on the floor and... It was a advantage.
'Elsa... I want to tell you something...'
And then in one swift moment, I sweep her of her feet, quite literally and kiss her, like there was no tomorrow.
The French lasted forever and I didn't want to break it. But I did any way and looked her into her eyes...
... to find, hate. Pure hatred, anguish and anger and annoyance. Great!
I let her go. She went inside the bathroom, changed her clothes, kept the parcel somewhere, she might've even showered and all through it, I just stood rooted in one spot. The spot where she had rejected me.
...
When I did finally go out, I realised that it was evening and my parents were quite mad at me because o did not finish the paper ark yet. So I just bundled everything up went to the library and just zoned out with boring paper work. Great.
I must've been there easily for six or seven hours as it was pretty dark out side. I even noticed that the night shift guards were standing there. I smiled at one, asked after the health of a father of another, inquired about another's grill friend.
Being a prince, you have to kniw the back story of EVERYONE who worked in the castle. The funny thing, beyond a point, is that you get involved and you try to find out about their siblings and spouses and kids and relatives and exes even if they did not work in the palace. So if some random person comes up and says their name and a person they were related to, I can tell SOMETHING about them, if not, their entire life's history.
It is really interesting to know how all the lives are intertwined. For example the chief chef of kitchen 1 had a thing with the now retired seamstress who used stitch mom's clothes, but now the seamstress' son, a guard is going out with the chef's daughter, the immediate help for punzie.
And then there is this guy, the current head of battalion eight, who gave up everything to get the girl of his dreams...
I reached my chambers... And suddenly all the hurt that I had successfully kept at bay for so long suddenly surfaced out.
Heck... I was not gonna give up on her that easily.
If I had to woo her, I couldn't ask anyone else. I had to trust my intuition and my gut instinct.
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Attempt #1
I went inside the room and found her seated in the couch. I wordlessly went and changed my clothes and came back. She'd been reading a book which was now closed and at her side. Good. She wanted to talk.
'Uh.. its eleven clock, your dinner is on the coffee table next to the hearth.' She said monotonously. Great.
'Did you have your dinner?' she wouldn't have. "The rules" wouldn't let her.
'That is none of your concern...' she said meekly. What?
'It is. Of my at most concern. You are my wife.' Lets see you react to that princess.
'Well... I didn't feel like...' I knew it.
'Join me.' I said, sitting down in the low couch near the coffee table.
'I said I didn't feel like it. You go ahead.' She replied.
No freaking way, love!
'I am not eating either...' I said resolutely.
'Fine.' she replied and walked toward the table, and me. She sat and began eating wordlessly.
'So how was shopping with Punzie and Merida?' I asked chomping on a piece of bread. !
'Good... the stores were lovely.'
'I saw that you had a bag in your hand. A dress?' I asked. stupid. Of course it was a dress.
'Yes, a blue one.' She said, her eyes solely concentrating on the bowl of fruit and cream she was eating.
'I wanna see it!' I said. 'After we finish eating.'
'Uh... Jack I am sleepy...'
Great. I had to act fast.
'Uh Elsa... I like you ' I blurted. Stupid! What was thinking? Obviously, I wasn't thinking!
She reacted to my out burst by smiling.
'Thanks...' her voice trailed of. She had finished eating her food so she went to the bathroom to brush. Sure enough she returned three minutes - which was like an eternity to me- later and hit bed.
'Elsa... I'm sorry. I wouldn't drink again. Ever.' I said. And I wasn't. I was pretty serious. 'Can I kiss you?' Going by the gut instinct.
I heard a slight gasp. On the kiss part I suppose. I was gonna kiss her. I loved her too much to not go to sleep with out kissing her.
'Just make sure you brush jack. I am not quite a fan of the way you taste drunk or woken up in the morning.'she had just sassed me.
How was I gonna woo her?
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Attempt #2 The next morning.
'Morning Princess.' I said leaning on my pillow lazily. Shee was walking out of the bathroom to the vanity table. She always woke before me. Except that one time.
'So I take it that I tasted good yesterday?' I asked. She sighed when I had kissed her the previous night. She blushed deeply. Adorable.
'Yes.' was her only reply.
And I watched her as she did her hair.
How was I gonna woo her?
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Attempt #3 some time later.
I really didn't know where the idea of taking her out on a date came from. But I think it was sometime when I was bathing. So I jumped out and got ready as quickly as possible, she'd already left to catch her breakfast. Don't even ask me how I managed it. I just did.
So snuck to the garden to find one of the flower girls and explained that I needed two dozen red roses neatly arranged and in a crystal vase to be sent to the princess. This was highly romantic. My gut instinct was very proud. Of the idea, I mean.
I wrote down a note saying
Hey, princess.
How are you doing?
Meet me in the garden. Near the cascade with a mermaid like statue next to the blue orchids and the big hall kinda thing.
Its a date!
Love. Jack.
Hehehe! Imam sweep you of your feet princess. Watch out.
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Elsa's P.O.V.
How do I ask anyone that if a person kisses you twice a day, do the like you?
Honestly. I hated Jack. But with him going all... i don't lovey dovey over me... How could I? Okay, the guy is really very cute. I'll him that and he is a great kisser. I'll give him that too.
But its difficult. Really difficult.
I think he likes me. I've often seen him staring at me. Just the other day, Punzie teased me. But what if all this is just lust. What if his ultimate thing is lust. He is not the first royal who would be like that. There is no knowing it.
Thinking about Jack, I reached my chambers. I went inside to find this huge bouquet of red roses in an exquisite crystal vase and there was a note too. It read...
Hey, princess.
How are you doing?
Meet me in the garden. Near the cascade with a mermaid like statue next to the blue orchids and the big hall kinda thing.
Its a date !
Love. Jack.
its a date. Its a date? Honestly? What was this guy upto?
If he thinks that by constantly kissing me and going on dates, I would like him. Not.
I'm going to play tough. But technically we ere married and... and really I was already his.
My stomach flipped. reread the note. I was, strangely, filled with some kind of rush. I wasn't exited. Not at all. Yet I kept thinking about the kiss. Was I supposed to get kissed?
I am confused. I was so sure, what I felt toward him was just hate. Was I the one being lusty?
No. I was pinning for the kiss. That was all.
The kiss which had transported me to a different place. It made my heart flutter and my stomach knot. It made me lightheaded and colour creep into my face to the very roots for my hair. I was pinning for it and it made me feel that I would anything for it. Now, this was dangerous, really.
I got ready, I wore the blue dress I had purchased the previous day. I really don't know why. It was for a special occasion. I don't why I considered it a special occasion. I went light on the make up and basically gave myself a natural look.
When I finally finished doing everything it was almost noon. I had to hurry.
And through all this, I found myself smiling.
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So guys... Inbox me or review on your ideas for Jack. He needs to have ideas right. The idea of Attempt #3 is not mine to own. I would like to thank Jamie686 for this. you really took your time in typing that out, I love you!
So folks, as you know, this is a cliff hanger and we have some major fluff next chapter... the date.
So please, please review! Please! cuz I need to write.
And this whole date thing is just half of what Jamie686 wrote. I'm gonna break it into two different dates. And add my own sauces and ices to it. (I'm cooking a story, after all, aren't I. And don't worry I am an awesome cook.)
So guys please review. Please. so I can write. And don't be dejected that I didn't use your idea right away, I will use it, when the situation is perfect and it falls beautifully with my plot...
Until next chapter! So long folks!
Love
Laya.
