The Lost Luna

Chapter-5

Penelope heard a loud bang and immediately opened her eyes. She saw the handsome white man looking something forward in a confused way. Then his eyes widened and he looked down at her. She was not able to see his face properly from the side, but now that he had shifted his face to the side to look at her. She was able to see his face, his eyes and his features clearly. He was handsome as f**k. His black eyes and his pale skin complement his porcelain skin. He looked a bit familiar to her, like she had seen him somewhere.

His eyes softened. He smiled at her and said, "You are awake! Good morning." She then realized that she was on top of him. Her half body was on top of his chest and his hand was wrapped around her lower back. She quickly tried to get up and out of his reach. As she was doing it, she realized that she had been kidnapped last night and brought here, to the Royal Palace. Also, she was escorted to this room because he asked them to do so. If he had not ordered them, she would have woken in that cold cell, down in the basement. She quickly got out of bed, and stood at the foot of it and looked at the two men in the room in horror. It clicked to her that they could harm her, so she started looking for a weapon to protect herself from these men. She looked at the side table at the lamp, before she could grab it to use it as a weapon for herself, two hands were wrapped around her waist to stop her from touching it.

She looked at the bed to find the man gone. Her eyes quickly drifted to the door, to where the other man was standing. She knew then, that the guy behind her who was holding her was the man who was in bed with her. She started resisting in his arms. "Don't touch me, please stay away from me. I..." before she could finish, the man behind her threw her on the bed and got on top of her. "I told you last night as well, that I am not going to harm you, Lady. Quit doing whatever you are planning on doing, because if you are not going to stop, I might be inclined to harm you, for safety reasons, of course, because I dont like to harm innocents. Now, I am going to release you. Don't make me regret my decision." After that, he looked down at her lips and smirked at them or maybe at the thought which crossed his mind. He then released her and got off of her and out of bed as well, and stood at the foot of the bed.

"Your Majesty, I have news to report. It may be urgent." Jaden said out loud, for Erin to notice him. They both looked at him. Penelope's eyes widened at finding that the man standing at the foot of her was the King of Bridgetta himself. She was still in bed and quickly got off of it and bowed to Erin and said, "I am sorry, Your Majesty. I was not at all aware of you being the King. If I had, then I would never have said or done what I did. I beg your forgiveness." She remained in her bowing position until Erin spoke, " Rise. You can only be forgiven if you tell me the answers which I desire to know. I would let a servant bring you a fresh pair of clothes so you can change. When I am done with my business, I will let guards escort you to me." She corrected her posture when Erin asked her to do so. He was wearing a brown shirt and cream colored pants, she quickly ran her eyes over his body when she bowed. She could not deny that he was not at all handsome. He was exactly as she imagined him to be. Before leaving, he smiled at her but he was not able to stop himself from smirking even though he tried hard. His guard was last to leave. He had brown hair and eyes and deep tan skin, he also wore a dark green shirt with brown pants. On his way out, he slammed the door shut behind him.

With that, she was left alone in the room. She sat on the bed and was thinking about her parents and about how to let them know that she was in the Palace. She was not at all ready to face them because she was aware of the mistake she made and what she had actually got herself into. She quickly went to the nearby window and gazed out of it. She was able to see the giant garden with no opening for her to get herself out of the Palace grounds. I don't think that I will be able to escape from here. I am not able to see the Palace gate. I am sure that those men who kidnapped me last night got me into the Palace from the back gate. It did not look like a front gate.

She looked around at the room where she was kept as a hostage. It was an iris-colored room. Everything was as iris as you can make things look like. Her headboard was dark iris in color and had an engraving of Joanne. It was the late queen's name. She died 25 years ago. It looked like Joanne's bedroom to Penelope. If it was not, then someone had to explain why Joanne's name was written on it. She then moved to the nightstand, which was the only thing in the room which was cream colored. Her stomach started rumbling. She clutched at her stomach and scanned the room to be sure that nobody had heard her stomach. When she was sure, she sighed.

Her bedroom door suddenly opened and a girl, probably 20 years old and not more than that, entered with a tray in hand full of sandwiches and a cup filled with tea. She was so focused on the cup and the tea in it that she did not give a thought to looking down at her feet to make sure that nothing was coming in her way. Her foot hit the bed's side and she started losing her balance. She was falling forward. Penelope ran in haste to catch her. She did not make it on time. The tea on the tray fell on her dress. She screamed.