Chapter 5

My Forever Man 5

Emma

This so-called king didn’t scare me. I’ve read too many books to know that he wanted to know more about me. Too cliché for that not to happen. I’m sure if I kept my answers and questions interesting, he wouldn’t kill me. He hasn’t even tried to hurt me yet. That’s a good sign. If he wanted to harm me, I’m sure he could have beaten me into submission already. Beside he was the best eye candy I have seen in a long time. The longer he walks in front of me the longer I get to watch his muscles ripple and flex as he walks. His tight ass looks so damn good in those sweatpants. When he turned to talk to me, they hang so low on his waist that I must stop myself from gawking at his V line.

If they thought, I was a fairy, or a witch did that mean they existed in this world. Maybe I could meet some. I wonder what other fantastic creatures also lived here. If I ever make it back home, I could write this all down and have a best-selling book. But If I died in my world, could I go back? What happened to me during that crash? Did I die? Did I just disappear and magically make it to this world? That one fortune cookie did say I was going to go on a magical journey, is this what it meant? What if what I wished for comes true? Does my forever man live here in this world? Is he a creature? What happened to Becca and Maria?

Oh, thank God, we finally made it he had me walking and it felt like forever I'm sure he's used to all this but I'm not I don't like walking or running or any kind of exertion if I can avoid it. We reached his home, and it was literally a castle: tall stone walls protected the inside, there were guards along the top wall. I'm sure they recognized the king, and they raise the gate so we could get inside. This castle didn't have a moat or anything like that. No drawbridge either, it also wasn't dark or gloomy. It was still daylight, and the castle was very bright and airy, the old stone walls had moss growing on it. It reminded me of the photos I've seen of castles in Ireland but sat in the middle of a forest. As we walked inside there, it looked like a small village there were shops and houses people busying around, the walls which protected this area held a lot of people. But I'm going to guess they were all werewolves.

The wolves that followed us started to leave our side and I’m guessing they were going home. Only a few followed us now. As we walk forward his subjects would bow their head, he just kept walking. As we entered the center of this village, he grabbed my forearm and made me walk next to him he was so close, heat radiated off his body even though he was shirtless. At the center of the village there was a large stone building, it’s like a castle within a castle it had its own gates and guards around it. The gate to this section was already open with the guards standing at attention. They parted to let us through. This must have been his personal residence. This part of the castle was massive it took us over an hour just to walk through the town. I'm guessing this. As I don't have a watch or my cell phone anymore, but it was a long walk.

“Is this where you live?” I asked the king. Looking up at the magnificent structure.

“Yes, this is my castle, inside here live the people closest to me, the servants and most of the guards they all have their own homes.” The king replied.

I stayed quiet after that he continued to drag me holding my arm with his large hand. I'm guessing the dungeons underneath. He said I'm his prisoner that's probably where he's taking me. I've got to start thinking of a way to get out of here I don't want to be a prisoner and stay in a dungeon!

We walked down a long brick walkway that led to his house, and we finally reached the front steps of his house, mansion, castle, whatever you want to call it. The last of the wolves that were following us left us when we got to the gate of his property. I figured the king would drag me down into a basement or cellar someplace dark damp and moldy, but he didn't we went up two flights of stairs. The inside of his house was very ornate and richly decorated with lots of golds, reds, silver, marble, and polished wood floors. The paintings hung on the wall and were probably of his ancestors. Once we got to the second floor, we walked down a long-haul way and entered a bedroom. It was beautiful.

“You will stay here your door will be locked and there will be a guard standing outside do not try to escape, you will find there is no way to escape. The windows on this floor don’t open. This is the only exit. You will find a restroom stocked with anything you might need. There is a closet with some clothes. I'm sure they're different than what you're used to considering what you're wearing now, but you stand out too much in those, and you should wear clothes like what we have. Get dressed, shower, do whatever you have to do. Dinners is at seven and I demand you join me. You have no other choice.” The king told me.

He then promptly turned around and closed the door and locked it. Of course, my first reaction was to run and try to open it, and of course it was locked. Of course. I didn’t even have a chance to say anything. He said dinner at seven what time does that make it now? There are no clocks around here how do I know what time it is?

I decided to roam the room to find whatever I can. I opened all the drawers, and all the doors. I found nothing of extreme value although I'm sure everything here is gold plated or silver plated there was indeed some basic clothing in the dresser. How did he get all this setup during our hike here? He must have linked the maids or something. I opened a large door which I thought led to the restroom but led to a large walk-in closet inside were gowns, dresses, and other garments that women must wear in this world. It reminded me of clothing from the 1700’s in my world. Very old school. Which is funny because they also had sweatpants and jeans available. I opened another door and this time it did lead to the restroom. Inside there was a large mirror on the wall a sink, vanity, and a stand-up shower with a separate bathtub. Everything had running water and what seemed like modern fixtures like you would find in my world. Maybe they weren't so primitive. Just because they didn't have cars or other motor vehicles doesn't mean they can't have modern day plumbing right, even the romans had plumbing, I thought so myself.

I decided I needed a shower bad. I was in the woods for over twenty-four hours. It's been days since I had a shower, I must smell horrible my skin feels all sticky and sweaty specially after that long walk the king made me do. There were different jars and containers full of oils and perfumes and soaps. I noticed there wasn't anything plastic everything was in glass jars or carved wooden bowls and some metal. I decided to pick out some clothes first. I went back to the closet to find something that I would feel comfortable in. Something like what I might find in my world. I’m not fond of wearing dresses. I did find a pair of sweatpants and a long sleeve shirt, and I decided to go with that. I took a long hot shower trying to relax my sore muscles. I tried different creams and lotions and different oils until I figured out what does what and what I liked the best. Some of these oils were probably for baths and not showers.

I did have plenty of hot water that was nice to know. After I cleaned up thoroughly, I used one of the fluffy towels I found to wrap myself in. I went through all the cupboards and drawers in the bathroom. I found a toothbrush it had a wooden handle and bristles it looked like a toothbrush you would find in some organic grocery store. I found a hairbrush and combs but of course I couldn't find a hair dryer, there was no electricity. So, I just decided to brush my hair and leave it down after I was all dressed and clean, I sat on the edge of the bed and just waited. I had no idea what time it was or when I would have to leave to go have dinner with the king. I was pretty sure other prisoners did not get the same treatment I was getting.   

I didn’t feel like I was in any danger with the king or around any of his people or guards. The fact that they were all werewolves didn’t bother me at all. I wanted to learn all about them. What bothered me was that the future was incredibly uncertain, and potentially dangerous for me.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door pulling me out of my thoughts. I went to the door and instinctively looked for a peep-hole, which of course there wasn’t one. Slowly I parted the door open. Standing before me in mid-knock, was a tall, broad, and muscly, curly red headed MAN. With the most beautiful forest green eyes that I have ever seen. I literally got lost in them and the man had to clear his throat to get my attention.

“Ahem. Hello miss. My name is Roland. His highness ordered that I come and get you for supper.” He smiled as he said in a seemingly Irish accent. Apparently, there is a dialect that sounds like Irish here too.

I coughed and nodded trying to hide the small blush appearing on my checks. He gestured for me to follow him, and I did. We proceeded down the same lavish hallway that had brought me to my ‘prison cell’, but then turned to go down a new one. This one apparently leading to the dining hall. All of a sudden, the room opened up into a large banquet hall. And when I say large, I mean massive! A huge crystal chandelier hung in the middle of the room. Small rays of the dying sunshine hitting it and sending rainbows across the room. The room itself was magnificent, painted in a dusty gold with burgundy trim and furnishings. Under the chandelier was a huge dark wooded table, looking as though it was just one long piece of wood. Out of all the things in that room the table was the most magnificent. Besides all the exotic and delicious smelling foods, the table itself did not have a tablecloth and you could see all the grains and years that the tree had lived. I tried to count them as I walked and I got lost and 50ish, with hundreds of more layers to count. I couldn’t help but think of what that tree could have seen in its life. The rise and fall of nations probably.

Too lost in my thoughts I forgot where I was going and accidentally rammed into Roland, the Irish god escort, and nearly fell on my ass had it not been for him catching me. He held my hand as he helped me get my balance and looked me straight in the eye, smirked and kissed my hand. With a blush spreading across my face as he led me to my seat. It occurred to me, this man knows the power that he holds over women. He winked, my glaring eyes never leaving his frame as he walked away.

I heard an ‘ahem’ from somewhere in front of me. I looked up and saw an angry King looking at me. I was confused. Was I the one in the wrong? Or is he jealous? The cliché thought occurred to me and I smirked knowingly. I have seen this plot several times.

“What’s wrong?” I chimed leaning my head on my hands and my elbows on the table. Bad manner, but I was never one for etiquette. I continued smirking as I looked at him and he said nothing.

I started the conversation. “So are all prisons here this fancy?”

He cleared his throat. “Prisoner wasn’t the right word, I suppose. Person-of-interest? A pet?”

“A pet!? You’re the dog, not me!” I shouted in a moment in anger.

I regretted it a second later. His eyes went cold. Yet he did nothing. He simply said, “I am a king. I get what I want, and I take care of what I like.” He had a slight glint in his eyes.

I gulped. “So, what is my purpose exactly?” I was starting to get a little worried.

“To amuse me.” My eyes grew wide. He rolled his. “I want to hear about where you came from. It sounds as if you are from a different world.”