Your Doom

Servyn didn't know why he derived an unknown pleasure from the way she reacted towards him. He was not doing anything intentionally but he felt pulled towards her. Once he started he could not resist to continue. 'She has really casted a spell on me.'

How he wished for his thoughts to be true, but it was not. She was not a witch to begin with and humans do not cast spells.

This could only result to one thing. The fault was from him. But how? That was the problem.

He saw how powerless she became as he gazed right into her eyes. Her thoughts! They were playing with his senses and it was maddening. Maddening to think that he made her feel that way, maddening even to him as he liked it.

Something was wrong somewhere, he knew it but he just didn't want to let go.

"Mmmm, I…ah…..umm…I will…I will take my leave….now…., Your….Your Highness."

He heard her miscellaneous words as she tried to speak, forcing out the words. Somehow he was thankful that she looked away from him, it gave him time to stabilize himself as she did too.

Servyn felt her move away from his hold, not feeling that warmth that she radiated anymore. He wanted to let her go, he really wanted to but after he had made an agreement with his mind, his body still disobeyed him. He grabbed her by her arm before she could go any further. "Where do you think you are going Hermione?" His mouth moved without his permission.

F*ck! What was happening to him? Deep within him, he was madly surprised, but outwardly he did a very good job by concealing his thoughts.

He watched her as she stared at him with wide eyes that revealed astonishment. Her lips parted to make a sound but none came out.

Seems like he was not the only victim here.

Hermione looked down at his hand that held hers not having what to say. She slowly wiggled it out of his large palms that brought a sense of protection to her. 'What stupid thoughts are you having Hermione, say something, anything!" She chastised herself.

"Back…home." She whispered timidly, her always composed self was long gone with the wind that blew her hair, outlining her innocent and gorgeous features.

Servyn ran his eyes on her face again. "Are you not forgetting something?"

Hermione squinted, trying to think if she had forgotten about something, but she could not under his scrutiny. "I don't think so, Your Highness."

Servyn grinned. "It is passed the curfew time already."

Immediately, something clicked in her mind. It is passed the curfew time! Even before she followed the guard here. How did she not realize this?

Turning to Servyn, Hermione demeanor had changed as she looked at him suspiciously. "You planned it all along?" It was more of a statement than a question She inquired, gaining back her right mind.

"My only plan was to have dinner with you. About that, I did consider it but my plan of dinner with you was greater." Servyn replied, not feeling a bit remorseful for his actions at all, even though he did not mean it.

He began to walk out of the garden leaving her behind.

Hermione pursed her lips as she looked at his retreating back. Afterwards she followed along, trailing right behind him before striding fast enough to match his pace.

Servyn eyes went down to his shoulder before leading her into a lobby that had candelabras on the walls arranged in a straight line.

Different women dressed in maid's attire skittered about, going back and forth.

Hermione heard servyn call for one.

"Help Miss Larabee here to a suitable room, one of the finest in the castle." Servyn ordered.

"Yes Your Highness, please follow me my Lady." The maid bowed in respect waiting for Hermione to go with her.

Unsettled about all this, Hermione looked up at him. He gave her one of his playful smile that made her more unsettled.

With an exhale she chose to follow along with the maid. Turning to him once in a while.

Once Hermione departed from sight, the smile on his lips instantly disappeared, replaced by a cold look that one can never imagine.

Taking large strides, he exited from that side of the castle, over to a different wing.

Behind a huge door, sat the two men from earlier. Servyn walked in without acknowledging any of them, he went towards a cellar and picked up a liquor bottle. Walking over he plopped at the seat that was opposite to that of korden and Cesarean's

"Are you sure, she is not really a witch?" Korden began, looking annoyed.

"Did you not check her yourself?" Servyn sniggered.

"I did." Korden flatly said.

"Then…?" servyn questioned with a raised brow.

Korden sighed loudly. "I am just being careful. I could not read her thoughts."

"Neither could I." Cesarean inserted.

"I can." Servyn voiced out.

"But not completely" He seconded.

Cesarean nodded before looking at Servyn. "You are in a bad mood."

"What's wrong?" Korden questioned.

"Nothing, I just feel like…."

"Going on a killing spree?" Cesarean said dryly, his gaze focused on the small dagger in his hands.

Servyn snapped his head at him, his eyes flickering from their normal grey to red before maintaining it's usual color.

"That is enough." Korden interjected.

Servyn downed the whole liquid in the bottle without being affected. "I will be right back."

"Wait–" Before korden could stop him, he had disappeared completely.

. . .

On the other hand, on Hermione's side. She sat on the big and comfortable bed as the maid went to prepare a bathe for her. The room was bigger than most, it even trippled the size of her little house.

The was a large window adjacent to the bed, where the stars and moon were visible from. The lighting was okay and the room was perfectly clean too.

"The bathe is ready my…."

"Hermione." Hermione said to the maid. She did not like being addressed as my lady, she was no lord's daughter neither did she have any of such ranking. She was just her. A commoner who grew up without parents or guardians.

The maid took note and nodded at her respectfully.

"What's your name?" Hermione asked.

"Ah, it is Lhiana." The maid replied politely.

Hermione nodded.

"I can help you take a bath." Lhiana proposed.

"No, no. The is absolutely no need for that." Hermione refused in a kind manner.

"Okay, I shall take my leave now then. If you need anything please do send for me." Lhiana said before leaving.

As soon as the maid left, Hermione's mind began to get jumbled up with different questions. The most important one which she had repeated over a while now. What does the Prince wants from her, what is his intentions towards her?

Hermione soaked herself into the bathe, immediately she got immersed in it, all her thoughts seemed to fly out to the wind as the warmth from the water seeped through her skin, calming her nerves in the process.

She remained in there for like twenty minutes more after washing herself. She stepped out to find a chemise laying on her bed.

Hurriedly she put it on and fell on the bed, hitting sleep in the next seconds.

In the middle of the night, Hermione kept whispering incoherently, her brows were drawn together. She was having a dream.

It was dark into the night and she found herself alone in a thick forest that seems to have no end. Ravens keep cawing here and there making the place creepy.

Hermione walked further trying to figure her way out of the thick forest with sharp and crooked branches. She felt a prick on her foot and she grimaced out in pain. "Ahhh!" She looked beneath the sole of her feet that was injured. Blood slowly oozed out from the open wound making Hermione hissed.

Within a flash, Hermione no longer saw herself in the forest anymore. She stood on a bare ground filled with silverish colour sand, they were smooth and soothing, as though to ease her injured foot. The place was empty and silent, she could even hear the echoing of her breathing. "What is this place?" She whispered to herself. Bright light emitted from the moon, giving the place a silvery glow coupled with the fine sand.

It looked like a desert and it was very cold too.

She felt a silent swoosh behind her but when she turned back she saw nothing. Another came after but yet still nothing in sight.

"Run, Hermione, you must run!" She heard a sweet female voice echoe, but the owner to who the voice belonged to was unseen.

Hermione furrowed her brows in confusion, but she did not feel fear at all. "Run? Why? From who?" She found herself talking back with the unknown voice.

"From him, Hermione. He is Your doom!"