What are you doing to me?

The question scares me. The exact same amount of fright that was produced in my veins when I felt myself falling for the man. I don't dare look into his eyes while I answer, "I do not know."

"Are you being honest?"

Was I?

I shake my head to his question.

His chuckle brightens up the moonlight room whilst I begin to fiddle with my fingers and think of the best way I could handle this stranger danger. It was stranger danger for me, because I barely knew this person.

As I look up to his eyes, he speaks something rare which makes my heart jump a beat. Was it love that I read in his eyes?

"I- I'm sorry." Quickly gathering myself, I sit up and escape his vision while my back faces his curious gaze. I could not possibly explain to him that I was beginning to fall into the depths of his sea of love. Even if it was as deep as the earth's core and as deadly as a black hole, my mission against him shall disagree with our love story. I did not want to be a betrayer. The title of traitor was enough for me, because I am going to trade him away... like a traitor. For the sake of humanity, I am going to be a traitor to my own mate.

I could feel his warm palm against my clothed waist as he asks me, "Why? This is normal to fall for each other when we are mates. Do not deny my feelings for you, nor yours to me. Say something, Laura. I've never talked to a woman for so long." He says, the desperation so clear in his voice I could see myself through him.

Did he begin to love me too?

Am I supposed to enjoy these lover rights from him when in the end I am bound to betray him? That kind of betrayal... I am not ready to face the consequences if he remains alive.

Sighing through the chill air of October, I wrap the blanket around me and ignore him staring at me with perplexity.

"Don't fall in love with me. Please. It's not the right time." I say to him. His eyes quiver as he sits up straight too, staking at me who stands in front of him against the dimensions of the bed like a little bird who's come for food.

"You think there is right time and wrong time for people to fall in love, Laura?" He questions like I was in a meeting. This question, he asks as if his life depends upon it.

"Yes." I say foolishly. "Hmm." He nods, looking down at his lap.

"Wait. Where are you going?" I ask him in a hurried tone.

"You want a separate room for yourself. I can arrange that." His voice was back to being serious as I find me doing the mistake of ruining his mood. I should have given him a chance while still keeping my heart inside the cage, trapped against his love. Why did I not do that?

But, whatever happens shall happen. As he comes back and sits on the bed, which I do not touch again but the blanket is still around me to protect me from the cold, I look at his back that faces me and hear him sigh.

"You can enter the room after five minutes. Are you going to stand there for five minutes?" Asking over his shoulder, I begin to contemplate sitting on the bed or not. It felt illegal to do so, because I was definitely the one who told him I didn't want to share the bed with him. I could feel his annoyance with me radiate through his juicy muscles, but I was still fumbling on my feet.

"Sit. Down." Two words. Those words were warning me not to test his temper anymore as I sit back down in a heartbeat. Placing the blankets back on the edge of the bed near his feet, I see him taking his slippers off and rest back in the position he was before; arm over his forehead.

As the five minutes pass by, a servant knocks on the door as I take the queue to leave. I couldn't let the awkwardness spread, but somewhere as a hope I thought he'd see me go.

What was I expecting?

I straight up rejected his confession towards me. He must be disappointed to have a person like me who is heartless and doesn't understand the meaning of love. I'm sorry, Lucien.

For everything I've done and everything that I'm about to do to you.

Slowly turning back towards the door, I begin to walk behind the servant who shows me the new room I'd be residing in. As I find myself staring at the new room, I find how magnificent and glorious the room looked for an average person like myself. It was as though I was the princess myself. I think I don't deserve such treatment.

"Is- is this the room I'm given?" I ask the servant who slowly nods her head.

"Okay, thank you very much. You may go." As I step inside the well ventilated cream colored room with chocolate brown bed as a complimentary object to the room, I realize something.

"Oh no, wait! Excuse me, but could you please get me my clothes from the King's room too, please?" I ask the woman who begins to grow afraid somehow.

"Y-your majesty will demand lives if we go disturb him in his sleep. We shall transfer everything of your possession tomorrow morning, Luna. For now, please get some rest. Do you perhaps want us to give you a bath?" The middle aged lady asks me at the end and I see a flock of servants looking at me expectantly but I flail my hands like a seaweed and begin chuckling awkwardly.

"No, no! Haha, there's no need to give me a bath! I'm a grown woman!" I exclaim, stupidly.

"Uh... we don't mean like that, Luna. To freshen you up with herbs and flower extracts and some massages. Like a human spa." She explains.

On a scale of 1 to 10, how stupid am I? Probably a 11.

"Oh. No, but thank you. I'd need that someday later." I say and send them to sleep, knowing well that the day wasn't arriving any time soon.

The next morning, I find myself to be waiting a little longer to take a shower and remove the tacky sweat from my skin that makes me stinky like a wet and poisonous frog. I felt itchy all over because of the change of rooms, or maybe the bed was way dusty for it has to be an abandoned guest room, I look at the clock mounted on the wall which reads the time as 10.

Jeez. I understand that he is a king and he has to catch up on a lot of sleep but he is literally messing with my schedule today. I have to take up classes for Jasmine too! She has been waiting for me to take her princess classes for more than an hour now!

"Ugh. Is there a chance I can wake him up?" I ask the lady who warned me about the sleeping beauty last night.

"Luna, I suggest you to carry on with your things. We shall fetch you your belongings soon."

"You've been saying that since eight in the morning, miss. You know what?" Staring at his closed doors, I squint my eyes into small slits as I change towards his room at full speed. The servants yell at me but as I cross the threshold, they stop themselves and I swear I heard them slapping their foreheads.

I barge into the room like a bull and I'm surprised that he sleeps with the doors open. Isn't he afraid someone shall harm him when he is vulnerable in his sleep? I have three locks to my heavy teak wood door for my dorm. He's really brave, or he is just the beast that no one dares to mess with. Even in his sleep.

Although. I wished I was asleep until evening as I see the man in front of me.

He was so, so attractive.

Except... he was completely bare like a newborn baby.

As I try to analyse the situation, I begin to scream like a mad cow.

The screams don't stop until he personally mushes my face into his huge palms and holds his drawer in his other hand, shushing me with his finger against his lips.

"Shush! You're going to make them think I did something filthy to you!" He exclaims as I close my eyes.

"C-c-could you please m-move back?" Wow, I haven't stuttered that horribly since ages.

"Close your eyes. Or don't. I'm all yours to see." He says and moves away respectfully. While I stand there for a minute with my eyes closed, he clicks his fingers in front of my face as I see his smiling facade.

"You're afraid to fall in love with me, aren't you Laura?"