Confession

"My Prince, I liked you since I was fifteen. From your beautiful porcelain skin to your amazing orange eyes at that time. Its funny really, I was about to confess on the day I drugged you. Guess I failed..." she spoke, averting her eyes to the window before back to meet his. She pressed a soft kiss on his cheek, to his forehead.

"If you would just give me a chance, Davis, to explain my self further." Davis was frozen, stiff and just staring at her with wide red eyes. Madilyn moved closer, as if her whole torso was pressing against his chest now. His breath hitched when her orbs fell on his lips, and her warm hands moved to press against his cold bare shoulders.

With no warning, her lips touched his, molding together immediately. It wasn't awkward like last time, but it was...strange and wrong. Her lips were soft and dominant agianst his. Her fingers played with some locks of his jet-black hair, moving her head a bit to deepen the kiss. Davis didn't move a muscle, he didn't know whether to pull her closer and continue the kiss with passion or push her away. Both will result in problems in the future. Madilyn finally unattached herself from his lips. But she didn't stop.

She started to plan gentle kisses on his jaw and chin, before climbing back to his lips. Now, Davis was a tomato. A red, flushed, tomato. Davis doesn't even know if he likes her back or not! But just as her lips touched his again, memories of someone that was dear to him clashed against him. Alice, Alice Rosie Park. Davis gasped and his hands touched Madilyn's shoulders, pushing her away from him. Madilyn looked incredibly hurt.

"M-Madilyn, I don't know o-of my feelings for you. I'm not sure if I fancy you or not..." he trailed off. Madilyn's bottom lip trembled before she sucked in a deep breath and gave him a sad smile.

"Please, when you do, tell me? And if you don't, I hope we're still friends, right?" Madilyn said, Davis looked up at her and smiled sadly.

"Oui, I will inform you! And we can still be freinds." Davis wanted to get out of the room, now. He stood up, towering over Madilyn, before grabbing his shirt and quickly slipping it on and taking the bandages on the tray before flying out of the room in a rush, leaving Madilyn alone for her to cry.

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Nicole eventually found her prized dagger and the belt with the knife holder-pocket. She put on the belt on her thigh and slipped the dagger in the pocket. And here she is, laying on Davis's bed, reading another book of Ami Fesori, 'Black Tears', which spoke about the poor children of Mavernem. But just as Nicole dived deeper into the book, the door slammed open and then closed, Davis entering. Nicole's eyes widened at his state. Swollen lips, strange pink lip-like marks sprinkling his chin and jaw, and he smelled like roses.

Davis was breathing sharply, grabbing a shirt and pants from his closet before running into the bathroom with his bandages. Nicole blinked in pure confusion. Why did the prince resemble a tomato?

After almost half an hour in the bathroom, Davis finally comes out. Only to be greeted by a question from Nicole.

"What happened to you?" Davis looked at her, about to answer until his eyes fell on the red dress. Slowly, anger boiled within him and instead asked her a question.

"Why are you wearing Alice's dress?" He spat, glaring at her. Alright, she never seen him angry and it's only her second day, but who exactly is Alice? She wasn't afraid, she can easily rip his throat open with her teeth if she felt fear.

"Who's Alice?"

"Answer my question first, Nicole."

"No, answer mine."

"Who exactly is the prince here!?"

"I'm afraid I don't care, heir of Mavernem."

Davis glared at Nicole, who looked chill even though a vampire has the urge to kick her. He sighed and sat at the edge of the bed, fiddling with his fingers nervously.

"Look, I had a bad day already, and your making it worse by wearing a dress of someone that was dear to me!" He whimpered, obviously the dress has a reason to be in his closet. But before Nicole should ask who the person was again, Davis raced her.

"I was twelve, me and a girl, daughter of the most richest lord in Mavernem, where to wed. She was supposed to become my queen, my wife. Her name was Alice Rosie Park. She would come every Friday for the future six years before we marry when we both become eighteen. Like any other idiotic boy, I had a massive crush on her, who wouldn't? Golden hair, peach-colored eyes, and pink full lips!" Davis looked at Inky, that was listening to the conversation on the floor.

"But then, when we both reached eighteen, her father broke the engagement when he noticed that I will never feed on blood. I was depressed, very. Now, the only thing that I have from her is that dress and shoes that I gave her as a birthday present when she became eighteen. But her father returned it. And here you are!"

Nicole blinked at Davis, only her second day and the prince is having a mental breakdown about his past. She decided to lighten up the mood since this was getting too depressing and annoying for her.

"So, she was your first kiss?" Nicole giggled when she noticed the Prince's face flushed, he turned away and hid his face in his hand. I'll take that as a yes! Nicole thought. Another thing learned about the prince!

Nicole stood up and dropped the book on the bed, grabbing the grey shirt from Davis's closet and walked into the bathroom, wouldn't want the prince to think that she is an enemy? No?