Chapter 14 - Love, You Will Be The Death of Me

Kashmir was stunned as she looked at who caught her from falling and saw Amaro.

"Hey, what happened to you?" Amaro asked worriedly.

"I sprained my ankle" she winced in pain.

He carried her in his arms and walked to the car. Omar immediately opened the passenger door. Kashmir tried to move out from Amaro’s lap but he refused to let go of her.

"No, you might hurt even more." Amaro spoke and held her waist. 

"Let's go home," he instructed Omar.

"But I have to go to Joyce's place, remember" Kashmir protested.

"With your condition, I can't let you stay there," Amaro said, while shaking his head.

"But Joyce is expecting me for a sleepover" she protested again.

"No more 'buts' princess, you are hurt."

She no longer argued with him because she knew that she couldn't win. So, she wrapped her hand on his neck and leaned her head on his shoulder. She was worried that if she remains stiff Amaro's arm will be numb when they arrive at the palace.

Amaro's breathing became erratic. He wanted this moment to last forever. He wanted her near him. Kashmir's scent invaded his nostrils, he loves her scent. He just loves everything about her.

'Oh, my princess, you just have no idea how much you make me happy.' He thought.

He just wished that Omar drives slow so that this moment will be prolonged. And yes, Omar perceived what he wanted, he didn't drive so fast. He secretly thanked Omar for being sensitive to what he wanted.

He leaned on her head and closed his eyes. He just wants to savour this moment.

After a while, "Uhmmm... Your Highness we have arrived at the palace." Omar announced reluctantly.

Amaro alighted from the car with Kashmir still in his arms. The butler, some maids and guards were astonished; their eyes were wide like a saucer. The way Amaro carried Kashmir is like they were a newly wedded couple, moreover, Kashmir was hugging his neck and her head rested on his shoulder. Anyone who could see them will think they are husband and wife. Amaro's eyes tell that he is delighted to carry Kashmir in his arms.

Amaro instructed the butler to immediately call their doctor.

He brought her to her room and placed her on her bed. Kashmir saw that there were three red roses again on her bed. She picked the red roses and smelled it.

"It seems that you have a secret admirer. Who would that be?" Amaro teased her.

"I don't know, maybe one of the guards." she shrugged, Amaro smirked.

"Do you like roses?" he asked, looking at Kashmir caressing the rose petals.

"I do like flowers but my favourite flower is tulip, '' she replied and put the roses on the nightstand.

The maid entered the room and informed that the doctor arrived.

"Your Highness the doctor is here" she bowed.

"Let him come in" he ordered

"Yes, Your Highness" she bowed again and left.

The doctor entered the room and greeted the prince.

"Good evening Your Highness." The doctor bowed respectfully.

"Please check on her right  foot, it was sprained" he commanded politely because the doctor is older than him. 

"Yes, Your Highness." He bowed and came near to Kashmir and held her right foot to check it.

"Her foot is already swollen and has bruises on it. I'll give topical medicine to reduce the inflammation." the doctor said.

"Take rest and avoid putting pressure or weight on your feet. You should not be walking around at least for a day." the physician advised.

"Doctor, how could I go to the bathroom if I need to?" she questioned the doctor.

"Use you derrière, crawl or, better yet, call someone to carry you. Maybe a guard can do it" the doctor suggested

Amaro frowned when he heard the doctor suggest that a guard carry Kashmir.

'I won't allow that' he mumbled.

"Thank you doctor you can leave now" Amaro said, the doctor bowed and left the room.

Amaro picked Kashmir up.

"What are you doing?" Kashmir yelped at his sudden action, Amaro was amused at her response.

"Carrying you to the bathroom. You have to shower first before going to bed" Amaro’s lips curled up. 

"Let me go there alone, I can manage it." Kashmir wiggled to get down but Amaro didn’t allow her. 

"Did you hear the doctor? Don't be stubborn." he chided her for being stubborn.

He walked to the bathroom and put her on the bench beside the bathtub. 

"Don't start yet, I will get you a pajama and then you can start" giving her instruction.

He went to the walk-in closet and took a silk pyjama set and a silk panty. He came back to the bathroom and put them on a bench near the bathtub. 

"I'll be back to get you to your bed. And don't refuse it" he left and did not wait for her to answer.

Kashmir started to have her shower when she heard the door closed. When Kashmir was about to put on her panty, she realized that it was Amaro who took it from the closet, she blushed thinking that Amaro knew what she was wearing underneath her pajamas. 

After she finished putting on her clothes. She heard a knock.

"Come in" she said

Amaro came in, he was wearing a white t- shirt and sweatpants. His outfit showed his chiseled physiques.

"Are you done?" he asked

She nodded while looking at the floor. She doesn't want to stare at his body. He carried her to the bed and laid her down. He pulled up the duvet and covered her up to her chest.

"Good night" he said

"Good night and thank you.” she said while her eyes were closed because she is embarrassed to look into his eyes because she still remembers about the underwear thing.

She opened her eyes when she felt that the left side of the bed sank.

"Hey! What are you doing?" her eyes were wide as a saucer.

"Sleeping" Amaro’s eyes were closed and yawned while answering her.

"You might be too sleepy that you thought this is your room" she said

"I know it isn't my room and that it is your room, but I have to sleep here because you need someone to help you when you need to go to the bathroom" he explained.

"But I can crawl"

"You'll only get yourself hurt"

"But..."

"No 'buts', you sleep now. And don't worry I won't do anything bad to you. Trust me"

He turned his back on her and they both slept.

In the morning Amaro woke up, the sun was starting to rise. He looked at his watch and it's 5:00 a.m. He was about to get out of bed but suddenly Kashmir's arm snaked around his waist and tangled their legs together. He froze and his breath became erratic. “Love, you will be the death of me” he muttered.