Jasmine waited in the isolated room that looked like any living room of the palace sitting on a chair emotionless. In the room were a few palace guards who were ordered to keep an eye on her. What will happen to that boy? She thought about it the whole time. Even that very terrible thing that was going to happen to her didn't even come to her mind as a priority. After a few hours, the room's door opened.
"You are not to be out of home without protection" said the official wearing a suit who came in. "These are orders from your father. You will have a new personal bodyguard arrive here tomorrow." Jasmine mentally burst into disgust as the man mentioned "her father." "Well why doesn't he just come and tell me himself?!" she spoke rashly. The man's eyes opened wide for a second surprised that she would say such a thing but kept silent. No one dared to speak like that.
With nothing more to say, the man turned to leave for the door, but Jasmine walked over and grabbed his arm. "That young man who saved me...what has happened to him?" she asked wanting to know her eyes showing how she felt. But he shook her hand off and left without an answer.
She spent the night in her room dressed in her pajamas. But she was still thinking about that man who saved her. She didn't know why but her heart was beating hard. Why was she feeling like this?! They had never knew each other before and yet there was this attraction. Why?...But she felt sad because their was a chance that he had been executed. He would've been lucky to receive a long prison sentence...but no sentence was torture free. Mentally tired from thinking a lot she slowly fell asleep in her cozy bed.
Jasmine awoke up to a fine morning. She went to the balcony of her room that overlooked a nice view of the city. On the rails two birds chirped happily. She smiled at the sight. But then that same feeling from last night also woke up from inside her. Oh no...Before she had time to think about it further, her telephone beside her bed rang.
"Hello?" she asked picking it up. "Madam, your new servant is here at the lobby" said a voice and then hung up. She put on a robe and headed for lobby. When she got there, she was surprised to see who it was.
Heero was standing instead of sitting down on the luxurious couch dressed in a Republican Guard uniform. He had been waiting here for only a few minutes until the lady of the house came. It was the young woman he had rescued from the previous night. She had long hair that was tied up in a braid that extended to her legs. She had light brown honey skin that was smooth and soft like silk. Not that he cared or was interested but she was a very beautiful woman he thought.
Upon seeing him, her jaw slightly dropped and her eyes opened expressing joy. "Are you here to work for me?" she asked speaking softly. "Yes ma'am" he responded attentively with and saluted like a soldier but still had no emotion whatsoever in his voice.
Author's Note: Sorry everyone for the short chapter. I just wanted to get this part over with. However, I promise to write longer chapters in the future. Please Read & Review! Also, if you'd like to share some of your ideas of what I should put in this story with me send them as a review as well as what you think of my fic. If I decide to add it to the things I come up with, I'll be sure to mention you and give you credit. Shukran Jazilan!
Sincerely,
Maj.Gen.