Chapter 11

He appeared before me, in all his splendor. A tailored black suit with a charming red tie. His chiselled jaw lifted with a proud, his lips making a thin line while His eyes a sparkling blue, so much like his fathers, and his soft, feather-like brown hair brushed away from his brow. He was charming and smart. To describe his appearance would be to totally miss the point. He was a king and he didn't give a damn what you thought of the way he looked. He saw the shock register on my face before I could hide it.

His face was stern, the look on his face was deadly serious. My drunken state was making it hard for me to control my thoughts and before I could think or say anything he caught my arm and pulled into the room. The room was dark and the smell of alcohol mixed with cigarette smoke hit my nostrils, I could feel my heartbeat… every single pound in my chest. I daren't move, I daren't even breathe, I'm frozen to the spot. I could feel his hot breath, his deep, heavy breaths soun