Lanora's POV:
What the hell is wrong with me?
I am supposed to be pretending to be nice, to get on his good side,then he let's down his guard and then I kill him...
Why does he push every single button of mine and cause me to react this way.
Ughh I flop on the couch. He just infuriates me so much. Also why does he keep calling me his mate. Mates are literally the dumbest shit ever.
"Ohhh, I'm your mate and the sun shines out your ass, just impregnate me now, and keep me locked up mopping and cooking and pushing babies out til the day I DIE!" I all but scream the last word at the top of my lungs.
"Uhum" someone coughs towards the door. Then I hear the click of the door.
I jump out my skin and look over to the intruder. A man not much older than me, blonde kept hair and a clean shaven face steps into the room.
"The king asked me to keep an eye on you, ma'am." A man that is dressed in a guard uniform, states as he takes a seat in a lone chair next to a desk off to the right cornor of the room. "My name is Liam, I will be right here till he returns."
"Perfect, the accommodations comes with a baby sitter" I muttered
What the fuck am I going to do all day?
"You wouldnt happen to have a key to the door do you?" I asked after some time had went on.
He shook his head pulling out a news paper ignoring me.
Well fine if he wants to leave me in here all day then it gives me plenty of time to strategize.
Looking around the room, I think where are the vents? Windows... I needed to look out the windows. I know he said that it was ten stories but he does have a rather large bed so I could tie up the sheets and scale the building. Even if it doesnt reach all the way, it could, just barely be enough length that if I dropped then it wouldnt break to many bones, or none at all if theres a tree or bushes. Though bushes hurt like hell.
I walk to the window, opening it slightly to see the distance.
"There are guards with arrows pointed at the windows, the slightest attempt to jump will cause an arrow to go right through your calf. Per kings order. Subdue not kill. If you continue, another arrow will go through your other calf then your palms." The guard say barely looking over his news paper.
"I was just letting some fresh air in, it was kind of stuffy" I say as if it was obvious.
Damn him.
He really does anticipate my every move. New strategy. Im going to be nice maybe even slightly flirty.
I wonder if he'd anticipate me being nice to him.
A knock comes to the door.
"Stay there" the guard says and he walks up to the door.
"Who's there?"
"Its Emma the maid, I was told to clean the sheet and bring the lady some clothes." A female voice says.
The door clicks and she walks in with gowns in her hands.
As I walk closer I notice they are very frilly and vibrate.
"Dont you have trousers, black, gray. Maybe yall still have the bag that had my leather jacket in it?"
"Im sorry miss but I was told to bring these to you, if you'd like I can ask for other accommodations?"
"Yes, because these just simply won't do, I need boots no heels, I need pants not skirts and I dont do whatever the fuck this is..." I wave my hand around at the garments.
"Well until we get you a style that you like, unfortunately you will need to pick a gown from one of these options tonight, the king wants you to dine with him." My whole face drops and my mood is instantly worsened. 'Be nice Lanora' I tell myself. "Greatttt" I say snatching the dresses and putting on the fakes smile. Pretending to be nice is probably going to be the hardest challenges I think I have ever faced.
My options...
Pink- fuck no, not even looking at it.
Green- I pull it out, it has a deep v cut and looks short as hell, 'ha in his fucking dreams' I think...
Black- okay I like black... its a little snug and the back is open, but out of the choices I was given this is the best.
I head to the the bathroom and shut the door.
Why am I having dinner? I mean yeah I guess I have to be nice but there is just something so urksome about him.
I shrug, oh well its probably my blood oath that makes me feel so bothered by his very existence. Thats why the sooner I kill him the better I'll be and I can get his stupid... handsome face out of my head.
If I was lying to myself I would say there wasnt a singular redeeming quality that he possesses but it just wouldnt be the truth.
My god his parents must be extremely attractive also.
Now I'm letting him get into my head. I am supposed to get into his head.
So I decide to pull my hair up into a half updo and I decided on a subtle makeup look with a bold red lip.
I take a napkin and dab my lips like Milly taught me.
Smiling at my reflection I turn back to the bedroom door and make my way out.
Here I come ready or not...