Disclaimer- See chapter 1

Oh, how lonely he was

He re-appeared again inside the room that had been made for her. Her dammed kitten had stayed on the girl's stomach too, and no amount of prying could get the thing off of her. So after tucking her into the bed and making sure the cat was happy, he stalked off to his study.

His duties as ruler of the land weren't as simple as one thought. He had to sign all marriage certificates, and if he didn't like the match he could deny the request. There was also an island for the insane which he maintained, and hired new guards to keep the insane in and the normal people out.

A stack of papers greeted him when he sat down. After one mug of beer, he finally fell asleep on the marriage document he had just signed.

Next morning

For once in her life, the sun didn't wake her up. She stretched and realized this wasn't even her bed. Instead of panicking, which any other girl would do, she rolled over and went back to sleep with her mind deciding it was a interesting dream.

This sleep didn't last long. Only about an hour later could she feel something very heavy sitting on the bed. "Mmf, five more minutes." She mumbled, turning on her stomach and burying her head underneath the sheets.

"Time to wake up." A deep male voice said, tugging at the covers that were over her head.

Lily's eyes shot open. She did not recognize this voice at all. A thousand questions ran through her head, but her throat stayed dried and she couldn't put together a coherent sentence.

"Lily?" He asked, managing to pull the sheet down to her shoulders. "I know you're awake."

Finally she rolled back over, and looked at the guy who was so rudely trying to wake her up.

Her eyes rested on a pair of large, masculine hands. They traveled up sculpted arms, to a torso covered in a loose black shirt, up the neck, past the softly rounded face and into a pair of cold, black eyes.

"Who in the hell are you and where am I?" Lily said while yawning. She sat up on the bed and cradled her kitten in her lap.

"Emperor Zeeke."

Lily's heart dropped to her stomach. Of all the people she could've been kidnapped by, this had to be the worst.

"Damn." She muttered, bringing her knees to her chest and hiding her head in them. "Where am I then?"

"At my castle." He replied, his hands itching to stroke her tangled hair.

"And why was I taken here?" She asked.

He didn't reply. She was about to raise her head from her knees when she felt his fingers untangling her hair.

Boy did that feel good. Problem was, she never let anyone touch her hair unless it was Cede or her mom.

Whack!

Emperor Zeeke held his bruised stomach, staring at Lily in shock. She smiled devishly at him, and said, "No one touches my hair unless they have permission. I have a thing for personal space, and you've already invaded it by bringing me here."

And with that, she bolted for the open door.

Sadly, she didn't make it far. His guards caught her before she could make it out the main door. They held her struggling body until Emperor Zeeke motioned them to make her kneel before him.

They'd also gagged her too, she'd already given them a tongue lashing that would make anybody cry.

"Princess Lily, I thought you'd be a little nicer than that. Considering you will be my queen soon, I wouldn't try hitting me ever again, got that?" Emperor Zeeke all but growled.

She met his icy glare. She read disappointment, lust, and anger in his gaze. Finally he motioned for the guards to haul her back to her room.

They deposited her onto the floor, and slammed the door shut.

She lay silently crying, wishing this nightmare would end and she'd at least be back with Cede. Anything would be better than becoming Queen of this horrible land. Including her betrothal to that dumb, smelly prince.

He knocked on the door, their food balanced on a tray. When she didn't answer, he unlocked it and went inside, placing the tray on the desk and locking the door again.

Lily lay on the bed, lost in a book she'd found after her crying fit had subsided. Her kitten was sleeping, using her shoulder as a pillow.

"I thought you might like lunch in here." He said, wishing to get her attention. Of course she ignored him, and forcefully turned a page in her book.

"You're acting very childish right now." He commented, sitting on the bed next to her while handing her a plate.

He received cold silence.

She reached for her kitten and placed him near her feet on the bed, before digging into the food he'd brought her.

At least she likes the food. His mind muttered dejectedly.

She placed the plate onto his empty one, then grabbed her book and pretended he wasn't there.

"What are you reading?" He asked, scooting closer to her small form, until their hips were touching.

"Personal space." She growled, nearly hitting him. When he didn't budge, she tried pushing him away from her.

That only led to her falling onto his chest. His nicely toned chest that radiated heat. His toned arms snaked around her in possessive hold, one she couldn't get out of.

"Gah!" She yelled in frustration. "Let me go! I'm not going to be your bloody queen god dangit, so let me go!"

He let out a deep chuckle, before burying his nose in her hair. "You smell nice." He said, his nose tickling the sensitive hairs of her neck. "Why don't you enjoy this?"

"BECAUSE YOU'RE MY KIDNAPPER!" She screamed, finally wiggling enough to get out of his arms and give him a good push off the bed.

He fell with a thump. She stood on the bed, a dagger she'd kept with her poised in a threatening manner, and glared at him.

"Lily… don't be this way." He said, getting up and grabbing her small arms.

Easily dislodging the weapon from her hands, he placed it in his pocket.

"Now listen. You have no choice, love. You'll be my queen, and you'd better be glad I'm not forcing anything. Another false move and you'll be in my bed underneath me like that."

He saw her visibly shuddering at that piece of news.

"I'll come back when you've calmed down, so we can talk rationally. I won't rush your affections, but if needs be I will."

He walked out of her room, and gently shutting the door before locking it.

She crumpled back into the bed, her anger for that stupid man boiling over. It didn't help that her sheets now smelled like him.

"What did I do to deserve this!" She asked out loud.