CURIOSITY KILLED THE CAT OR SHOULD I SAY THE HUMAN?

It was the same old boring routine. Anya was serious about the fact that they intended to keep me here for a long time because so far all I had been here was locked up in a room for days with nothing but a mean-looking vampyre who would have killed me if she didn't need to receive orders from Corion.

In all my life, I never thought I would end up in a place like this and sure, I could have ended up in a smelly dungeon, tortured for days till eventually I was killed but instead, I was locked in the prince's chamber with a large comfortable bed to sleep on, three square meals daily, warm bath whenever I feel like it and also sweet smelling clothes that felt soft on my skin.

All of these were nice, but at the same time, I just wished the prince would get on with it and tell me what he has in store for me, I mean what does he intend to do? Keep me locked in here for the rest of my life? That's just simply impossible.

As the days passed, exhaustion began to take its toll on me. The constant silence was both suffocating and infuriating. There was nothing to do here and I yearned for a glimpse of the outside world instead of being confined within these four walls.

I stared at Anya who was busy reading a book that looked old and was inscribed with strange markings on the front cover. This was all she did all day, apart from making sure that I was fed and ensured that I stayed alive, the only other thing she did was read the book.

"What now?" Anya asked not looking up as she flipped a page. She could probably sense me looking at her and it was no doubt annoying based on the tone she took with me.

I cleared my throat as I adjusted myself on the bed. "What's that? You've been reading it for days?"

"I thought I told you that you being curious was going to kill you," Anya responded still not bothering to look up. "besides, it's not something your mundane brain would be able to comprehend without combusting into flames." She remarked dryly.

Cocking my head, I frowned at her. "Did you just call me stupid?"

"Why, that's one word for it, yes!" Anya responded taking a moment to look at me with a sweet smile before she went back to reading.

Bitch! I thought to myself in anger as I leaned back in my seat but I swore I saw Anya smirk before she went back to reading. With an exasperated sigh, I stood up from the bed and moved towards the window. My gaze fixed on the snowflakes cascading from the sky. Each delicate flake danced in the air, seemingly weightless, as if they held the secrets of the world within their crystalline structures.

With every passing moment, my longing to be outside grew stronger, my heart yearning for the freedom that lay beyond the confines of this world. But most importantly, I missed my family. I wondered how they were coping with this winter. I wondered if Mirabel was using her drugs and if Gizelle and Grace were also doing okay.

All I wanted to do was just get out of her but I don't think I'll be having such luck. Not with Anya watching my every move like a hawk. I was still watching the snowflakes outside my window with a look of longing in my gaze when the door was suddenly pushed open.

Startled by the sound of it, I turned only to find the man whose name I still didn't know enter. He had his hood up so I couldn't see his face but I could tell something had happened.

"You need to come with me now!" He said as he stared down at Anya whose brows were pulled into a frown.

"What is it? What's wrong?"

"It's Corion!"

That name was all it took to get Anya to her feet. I watched as she began to head towards the door about to get out but she paused and turned to look at me with an icy look in her eyes. "You stay here, if you know what's good enough for you, you will stay here!" She ordered me and before I could even question her further, she was out the door along with the man.

I heard two soft clicks followed by their receding footsteps. I stood in the middle of the room, a small frown on my face as I wondered what the hell just happened. The man had mentioned the prince's name and from the way Anya behaved it would appear that he was in trouble.

I had seen the look of worry cross Ava's features before she left which meant whatever was happening was serious. For some reason, I couldn't help but also be worried. Was he okay? What had happened to him? I asked myself as anxiety gnawed at my inside.

Something was wrong with the prince, the one who held his fate in my hands and he was in trouble. I wanted to know what was wrong with him and where he was these days, I mean where has he even been sleeping? Also, what happened to him? As I paced the room, my mind began to spin with countless scenarios.

I was still pacing the room when the sudden realization struck me. Why was I worried? The only person I need to be worried about right here is me! This was my chance, my opportunity to finally escape now that I didn't have eyes on me. This was the perfect chance and I wasn't going to miss it.

Taking a deep breath, I crossed the room and headed straight for the door. I placed my hand on the knob and tried it. It was locked, I knew they had locked it but what they forgot was that I was a thief, a skilled one at that! I thought to myself as I knelt and removed the bobby pin that was used to hold my hair.

I knelt and put it inside the keyhole. After tinkering with it for a minute, I heard a soft click which brought a smile to my face. Drawing in another breath, I placed my hand on the handle and opened the door. Just like I had suspected, there were no guards posted outside.

It was obvious the prince didn't want anyone to know about me, if not he would not have placed me in his room and allowed his friends to watch me when they could be doing other things. Having been here before, I made my way down the hall.

I carefully maneuvered through the castle corridors, my steps light and purposeful. I had become well acquainted with these halls having only been here once. As I walked, my mind wandered, my thoughts consumed by the thrill of the chase. The adrenaline coursed through my veins, fueling my determination to succeed. I need to make it out of here! I thought to myself as I quickened my steps.

But as I turned a corner, my heart skipped a beat. A door was half opened, soft light streaming through the space. I hesitated for a moment, torn between my mission of getting out of there and knowing what was inside the door. I didn't have time to think though, because I soon heard voices and on instinct, I slipped through the door, just in time to see three guards walk past while whispering in hushed tones.

I was just about to leave when I heard soft grunts, I turned only for my breath to get caught in my throat as my eyes fell upon a sight that made my heart race. A shirtless man stood in the center of the room which looked to be a training arena of some sort. I watched as he moved, fighting an invincible opponent with two swords. He moved with grace and precision, his muscles flexing with each deliberate motion. He was undeniably handsome, a captivating figure amidst the solitude of the room.

My initial shock subsided, replaced by a mix of intrigue and embarrassment. I had stumbled upon a private moment, an intimate glimpse into this man's life. Also, why the fuck was I still wasting time? I was about escape wasn't I? I Furious at myself, I turned about to leave the room when suddenly a sword was thrown at the door, the hilt inches away from my face.

Fear gripped me instantly and I turned only to see the man standing behind me and boy, did he look pissed!

"Who are you?" He demanded staring down at me with stormy grey eyes.

Fuck! I cursed silently as I swallowed a whimper while trying to come up with the best response.