Damien still couldn't believe what was happening. Even as the driver followed him to the staff house to take his meagre belonging, he half expected someone to shout that it had all been his imagination. The workers around looked at him in awe as he entered and even the cook did not have her perpetual scowl on her face that evening so Damien thought that someone must have informed them all about the new situation. He couldn't think of any work that he had seen around while the occurrence at the main house was going on. Except maybe Butler Shawn and Aliamin but at that moment, the two were still at the main house. "I heard that you are finally leaving. Did the boss finally send you away?" The cook couldn't seem too resistant she gave the well-dressed driver behind him a thorough scrutiny. Damien derived pleasure in giving her a reply. Finally, he wouldn't have to tiptoe around her anymore. "Not at all. I am leaving on my own." he answered then after a pause, he added "To a better pla
The cook must have thought that she was about to miss an opportunity because she ran so fast behind him to catch up to him before he left. Damien was amused as he heard her heavy footsteps behind him and the events of how she had dealt with him in the past ran through his mind. The starving, The cold foods. The leftovers that she would scrape together for him from other people's plates even when he was sure that there was still food left enough to feed more than one. The lies, The accusations.All these thoughts went through Damien's mind in a matter of seconds and the remembrance of the helpless feeling he had had during those moments wiped off the little amusement he felt earlier. He was tempted to have her run after him till they got to the car but then he thought better of it."Stop running after me. I will not do it" he snapped at her, not giving a damn that others around had come out to stand on the porch and they were all whispering to themselves. He decided not to tune into wh
Isabella couldn’t understand why she was anxious. She was a princess for pity’s sake and here she was, dancing forth and back. Checking her phone, and the clock and looked out the window like an anxious wife awaiting the return of her husband.“Ridiculous” she laughed self-deprecatingly before she tossed her phone aside on her bed and said to herself firmly that she would stop this nonsense this minute. She went to the bar to pour herself a chamomile rum. The only thing close to alcohol that her father had allowed her to store in her bar. Isabella still couldn’t understand the logic of his thinking when she had assorted varieties of wines at her disposal, alcoholic and non-alcoholic wine but he had only laughed when she asked him that and said he was not going to have a drunkard on his hands. So, chamomile rum it was. Isabella suspected that he only allowed that because of the sentimental reason attached to it. It had been her mother’s favourite evening drink.Isabella poured a gener
Damien had no idea what to think. He had originally thought that immediately he got to the palace, the princess would simply tell him what to do and get him to start working on it immediately. He knew she wanted something from him and even though she had not been exact about what she thought he could do for him, he knew that it was something that he needed to be careful about because it might have to do with his identity. He was all psyched up that he would not let her manipulate him even though she had the power to simply snap her hands and have him at the palace then he had had enough of all the bullying. He got himself so worked up in the car on the way to the palace that he was ready to confront her when he got to the palace. Nly for him to be confronted by the frosty look and insincere smile of Victoria as she told him that the princess was not available. “Not available?” Damien couldn’t describe the rate of his disappointment when the head maid told him that. He watched as sh
Damien almost dropped his bag in his surprise. What is this? He wondered wide-eyed. “Did that big tv just talk or is someone around?”He looked around hastily and even peered up at the ceiling to see if anyone was trying to cause mischief. All he saw was the intricately designed pop ceiling and the mesmerizing chandeliers that beamed down at him.Before he could look further, he heard “Will you like to take your time to decide or should I list out the available channels?”Damien felt that something must be wrong somewhere, now that he was sure that the sound was coming from the Tv. He was looking straight at it after all.Even though he felt like running out of the room to tell the maids that something was wrong with the TV, he knew that would give Victoria more reasons to insult him. So, he squared his shoulder and said in a serious tone “Pick Channel 3”“Good choice. Channel 3 coming up in a second. Here you go. Enjoy!” the voice replied chirpily and true enough. A program came on.
The king asked in a stern voice “Who the hell are you and what are you doing with my girl?” all the softness that was on his face earlier when he was talking to the anonymous Mon Cherie was all gone. His face was like that of a lion who wouldn’t hesitate to tear his prey apart within seconds.“I…I am Damien, sir”“I am not interested in your name, you idiot. And I am no sir to you, you call me Your Highness. Have you no idea how to address a royalty?” Damien could have easily answered yes to that question but the man was already saying something else. He looked up in thought, rubbing his barely-there beard as he said contemplatively “Damien, Damien. Have I ever heard of any young master with that name?” he shook his head before turning back to Damien “What is your surname? Where are you from?”That question of his origin made Damien sputter and he said in a panic “I am from….My family name is Kostos”“Kostos” King Saldus repeated to himself “No, definitely not” then to Damien “You st
Isabella woke with the sound of a scream ringing in her ears. That sound. That sound sounded inhuman. She doubted that any human would make such a sound. It was too primal. Too…Isabella jerked back her coverlet and climbed out of bed when she realised that she was drowning in her sweat. The high-power AC in her room and the fact that she slept with just a tube and pants on did nothing to detract from the heat that was pumping off her body. She was too weak to go to the kitchen so she merely went to the minifridge close to the sitting area to get a bottle of water. She gulped it down while standing as the cold vent of the ac buffetted hr exposed skin.Her sweat dried up in no time but that did nothing to reduce the way her system was still jumping. Just like a junkie on the rebound, she walked groggily towards the bathroom she entered the shower and simultaneously pressed the cold shower button. She didn’t even jolt as the cold water sluiced over her, drenching her hair, tube and bra
Damien couldn’t bathe. When the forbidden tone of Victoria rang in his mind, with the message “He doesn’t like to be kept waiting”, he only brushed hastily and tossed his clothes on before running out of the room.He halted when he met two burly guards in front of his door. They gave him a once over before one of them said “Follow me”Damien tugged at his well-worn shirt as he followed the silent guard down the staircase. He remembered that the king had said he was on the same floor with the princess so he looked around to gauge where she could be staying but the guard was moving so fast that Damien couldn’t even get the lay of the land, so to say.When he heard snickers from passing maids and royal officials, he knew that it must have something to d with his shabby wear. Every one of them was formally dressed and their uniforms seemed to be according to their post yet he looked so frumpy beside even the maids.The guard nodded at two guards that stood in front of a tall, intricately