Chapter 15: Princess Treatment And Not a Slave Treatment? {1}
I forced the water down my throat and gave a hard swallow before hiccuping. I quickly closed my mouth because the sound echoed in the entire hall and I looked over to William but his attention wasn’t on me but remained on whatever he was reading, it felt like I wasn’t here at all... I should be thankful he wasn’t giving me that attention after what happened at the bath but deep within me I wanted to hear his voice.
I shook my head at that sudden thought that caused my heartbeat to race. What is wrong with me? I’m eager to hear the voice of this dangerous man? Why? I cleared my throat looking over to the food still dressing on the table even though I had eaten from it.
I held my stomach suddenly feeling sick now... I wasn’t so sure I could eat another, I was full to the brim and my stomach was all round that I rubbed it, with no space at all.
But I was skeptical... Could this be the last time I eat? Is that why there is enough food? Will I not eat again? I was suddenly afraid now... This will definitely be the last time I eat, I got scared now... should I take some with me? But where would I hide it? My nightgown had no pockets unfortunately and I was out of options, the thought of starving again caused my insides to twist, I have tasted good food and I wasn’t so sure I would be able to come back from that.
The door barging open made me jump like I was caught stealing... well I thought of it.
With her stoic expression, Elvenia walked to me and bowed. "Time for bed young miss, I shall lead you to your room"
I looked over to William as I rose to my feet, his entire focus still remained on his book at hand and still in the same position, I don’t think he has moved even once since I came here, he was acting like a dead man again.
My dim brown orbs remained on him until I exited the dining hall, I brought my eyes to my feet as I followed Elvenia to wherever she was taking me.
I remained in deep thought, with so many questions I was dying to ask and yet I can’t.
’Keep it in Ava’ I mentally told myself as I gripped my nightgown hard.