Chapter Fifteen: She Had Drowned

I opened my eyes in a flash, only to see myself drowning in the pool. Water drenched my clothes and then my skin, leaving it to feel heavy on me.

The water was worst still, cold and I felt myself shivering and my teeth chatter at the low temperature.

 "Please..." I yelled, glancing at the stoic man who had thrown me into the water.

He was now clad in a towel and was drying his skin with another.

 "Please..... I can't swim!"

As a princess, swimming was considered too unfit for me so I wasn't taught how to, due to this, I got a slight phobia towards it.

Besides I didn't jump into the water, I literally just fell flatly on it which'd feel as if I landed on bricks.

My back hurts and my shoulders too.

I gasped, struggling to keep my head still on the water. My legs shook as I fought not to go under.

 "Please!!" I yelled again regretfully.

I felt so much regret for angering him. I regretting ever going ahead with my stupid ideas.

I seized my breath as the water rumbled and swallowed my entire body.

I tried my best to take my head off the water but it seemed like the water had a firm hold on me and kept drawing me to the surface.

I reached the surface under of which was tiled. I wanted to prepare myself to swim back up to the top but I couldn't hold my breath any longer and my eyes were paining so bad.

I took a breath and instantly water rushed into my nostrils.

I felt so frightened and my eyes widened as I kept struggling to breathe. I looked up at the top of the water but couldn't see anything or anyone.

At once, I knew one thing.

Luther had thrown me in, to kill me.

I was terrified but soon enough, with no breath left in me, I lost consciousness.

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Luther had thrown her off at the bathing pool with much anger flowing through him.

He was right. The girl didn't fear him enough. He felt he was being too kind and merciful towards her.

And she had even dared ridicule him — that was why without a single hesitation, he had thrown her in.

He heard her cries, her pleads and gasping breaths, but he didn't care. He felt no concern or even any iota of pity.

He just kept drying off his moistened body and hair.

Soon, he didn't hear her voice anymore.

He felt she had gotten tired of screaming so he didn't check or even look up at her.

He almost left to the bedroom but his eyes caught sight of the bathing pool.

She was not in and must had drowned.

But still yet, he didn't care. He felt no emotion, not even satisfaction.

But he didn't want her to die like that. It felt too simple, quick and painless.

He desired her to go through his hell before she loses every inch of her soul.

With a rough sigh, he jumped into the pool and saw her laying over, unconscious.

She looked like she was sleeping and if he didn't know any better, he would have believed she was.

He held her arm and yanked her to the top, laying her over on the pool edge.

Her eyes were closed, her lips were a bit ajar and her skin was so cold.

He rubbed her cheeks to awaken her but she remained unconscious, with no sound or even any jot of movement.

He felt her stomach and realized she had taken a lot of water. Her stomach was a bit risen.

He wanted to call for Ruth to take her to the palace physician but he knew she would lose her life before the physician would even begin with the revival.

Her lungs were filled with water and she wasn't breathing.

Luther knew she would die within seconds if he didn't help her in anyway.

He didn't want to but he also didn't want her to die this much easily.

He kissed her and tried to draw the water off her lungs in that manner. He repeated the action again, this time hardly pressing down on her chest.

Luckily, after a few trails, she jerked and vomited some water into his mouth.

Luther scowled at the action and spited the water mixed with her saliva out.

He gazed at her but she was still yet unconscious. She had only done that out of impulse.

He repeated the action a few times and she coughed out most of the water.

He stared at her.

She was shivering in cold, even though she wasn't awake.

He knew he had to pull off her clothes if he wanted her to be warm and that he did without any slight reluctance.

He loosened her soaked apron and then made to pull off her dress but it was quite hard to do so, as the dress had no zipper.

He held the ends firmly and forcefully tried to pull it down but she jerked to the side as the force harmed her skin, causing her to be almost injured.

He cursed impatiently and with an heavy breath, went to his bedroom and rang the bell, alerting Ruth to come in.

In less than ten seconds, Ruth came in, bowing her head instantly to the floor as a blush spread across her face.

Her fingers quivered as she fidgeted, embarrassed she had seen his highness like this.

He was half naked. This was one of the rare times she had seen him so.

But what even made her embarrassment heighten was the fact he was actually dripping water down his body and his hair was styled in ridiculous standing braids that almost made her laugh.

It looked funny but he was nevertheless handsome and even somewhat cute.

It gave off a childish look that she had never, in her whole existence, seen of him.

She wondered why he had called her in, looking this way but she knew that whatever it was, it was important.

 "Get me some scissors." His voice held no emotion, so she couldn't guess what he needed the scissors for.

However she asked no questions and only bowed her head, leaving to fulfill his orders.

She brought the scissors and handed them to him with a bow.

 "Here they are, my Lord." She said, her hands stretched forth towards him.

Luther took it from her and without any slight second passing, he said to her. "Follow me."

She followed after him until they got to his bathroom, there she saw a figure on the ground.

She recognized the figure to be Rupert's daughter but she was surprised and confused to see that she was unconscious with a sickly pale skin.

Luther squatted to the floor and began cutting off her clothes with one of the scissors.

Ruth wondered why he didn't leave it to her but she didn't say a word, as she wouldn't dare try to poke her nose and query the king's decision.

Luther handed one of the scissors to her and understanding the assignment, she too began cutting off Almira's clothes.

Soon, the dress was cut off, exposing her underwear.

Ruth almost felt pity for her seeing her so vulnerable to a male's eyes.

Ruth feared he would cut off her underwear also, leaving her fully nude. She felt uncomfortable to experience the sight with a male, even though he was her king.

Fortunately, he didn't cut her remaining wears, he only handed back his scissor to her and icily said;

 "Return them and invite Alberto over. I want him here in not less than five minutes!"

She bowed quickly and hurriedly left to find the physician who lived few blocks away from the palace.

Soon, they both arrived at the king's bathroom, though Ruth wanted to kneel since she arrived late but Luther didn't give her a chance to.

 "Begin the treatment." He simply said and the physician, Alberto knelt to the floor, arranging his medicine materials.

 "Your highness, the floor is quite cold. I suggest we bring her to your bed to keep her warm."

A glare from Luther shut his mouth up and the old man sighed, seemingly a bit afraid as he nevertheless began his treatments.

Soon, after some minutes of much work, a heavy sneeze from Almira grabbed all of their attention and made their gazes turn towards her.