DISCLAIMER; I DON'T OWN G.A

Chapter 3

Love? She winced.

He was wearing a white linen long sleeved shirt and black pants which weren't his normal attire; the grandeur uniform. His hands were put deep in his pockets while he examined Mikan with his head cocked to a side.

Even though Mikan was never ready to admit the fact that he was charming which he really was; she couldn't help but stare at that place where his top buttons of the shirt were undone and kind of showed off his perfect lines and hairless chest.

He looked breathtaking. Who would've thought that he's here to sentence Mikan to death? Oh well, what was there to talk about.

Hold it Mikan….. If he dares to do anything to you, remember what daddy said; punch him in the face until he begs you to stop…

She repeated those words as she balled her fists, on either sides of her body, ready to attack.

His eyes fell on her hands while his poker face and straight emotionless lips stretched into a malicious smirk.

"Ready as ever, huh?" he asked vaguely while he raked his left hand through his already messy wet hair.

"Who knows" She said with a shrug. She wasn't trembling. Of course not. Okay maybe a little bit.

Her face did not give away anything that had to do with fear. But something else bothered her and her confidence. Her heart. It was beating rapidly in her chest as if it was doing salsa or something, making it hard for her to breath.

Honestly, why wouldn't it?

She wasn't standing in front some ordinary guy; instead, she was in front of the goddamn prince of this huge country, Alicia, who has all the right in the world to do anything to her; anywhere, any time.

In fact, he's the guy in every girl's dream. But, in her case, he was in her worst nightmares. All she wanted was to have her ordained punishment and get the hell out of there, as fast as possible, alive or not.

"Good to see a girl with guts after such a long time." He said cockily but the coldness in his voice remained, as he began to walk in her way while Mikan did the reverse motion of it.

"Correction, your highness. If I were you, I'd rather call it hatred." She said in utter disgust. She felt fueled. All her hatred towards the nobles had started to flow back into her, making her strong and confident, even at a time like this where her life was in line.

Before she even realized, he was standing right in front of her. To be more precise, they were just an inch away from each other. Her heart was beating louder than before which might burst out already.

He was so close. So close that she could even practically smell him.

He leaned in much closer, making her take a rash step backwards. She felt herself hitting something hard from behind and in a fraction, she fell head first to the ground with her heavy blue dress flying all over the place.

It didn't take long for her to realize that she wasn't on the floor. Instead, she had fallen victoriously on his bed, out of all the places in the room.

"L-let go" she stammered as he had already towered on top of her and had pinned her to the bed with his muscular hands.

"What made you think I would?" he answered back coldly. His smirking face was already creeping her out.

"L-let go or else-"

"Or else what? Are you going to slap me? Or worse, kill me?" his grip on her hands tightened.

"Oh yes. If I could do that, I wouldn't waste a second." She retorted, as she struggled to break herself free from his hold. She was totally aware of what she was saying because this was her chance. For her it was, now or never. After this, she knew that she wouldn't see him again. So it was better to say things now, than to take them to the grave.

"Woman, your words just keep tempting me more" he leaned in farther more. Her face was flaming red and was flushed all over. This is not the reaction she wanted to show, but her stupid hormones were ruining all her efforts of I'm-not-affected-by-your-charm looks.

His warm breath fell on her neck making her tingle in a way she didn't kind of follow. It really looked like she had lost control over her own body.

"Polka dotted ones don't suit you." he whispered into her ear. She was totally caught off guard. What did he mean by that anyway?

She raked her brains till it hit her.

"How dare you?! Pervert!" she yelled.

"My pleasure. God it's so good to hear someone call me in words other than your highness." He spoke, this time with a little touch of mirth. Is he trying to imply that he likes it? Is he a masochist? Mikan made a mental note not to ever call him anything else other than your highness, if she gets the chance to live.

"Is that why you rejected me? Answer me, what do I lack as a man to be rejected by such a commoner like you?" he asked, more seriously.

Mikan's mind went absolutely blank. What is he talking?

"What the hell are y-"

Words from earlier came flashing back in her head making her face redder than before in embarrassment. Oh great-not!

She knew that he was indeed teasing her and strangling her in her own messed up lie, yet she really had the urge to tell him what he lacked; well what was it? Kindness? Courageousness? Or maybe, is it perverseness? What was it?

This was just too much for her. She felt dizzy and drowsy as she was tired and sleepy because it was nearly passed midnight and hours passed her bed time. Her eyes slowly fluttered close as the world around her started spinning like a spinning wheel till she was swallowed into a huge black hall of hollowness. To the place she really wanted to be.

0-0

She had a peaceful and amazing sleep after a long time in her life. She twisted and turned on the bed to feel all the comfy pampered touch of its grandeur sheets.

"Good morning princess." Came a cheerful voice from above.

She lazily half opened her sleepy eyes as she answered,

"Morning mom."

She curled herself into a ball as she enjoyed the heavenly touch of her bed sheet- wait. As far as she knew, her covers and sheets weren't this blissful.

She snapped her eyes open and saw two familiar exited eyes looking back at her. Clearly, those didn't belong to her mom who would sometimes call her princess to wake her up.

Mikan sat straight on the bed, in the speed of a lightning bolt.

Of course she knew this girl! She was the one who escorted her to the prince's quarter.

Mikan blinked several times until images from yesterday came into her head in a jumbled way.

"No way!" she exclaimed as she looked at the place she was. She was somehow glad that she wasn't in the room she passed out lamely yesterday. In fact this was a smaller room, and was in every way so beautiful and grand. It had a huge black grand piano at the very end of it with gold curtains that were open while sun light poured through them brightly making her wince.

"W-what happened? Am I alive?" she asked worriedly as she clutched her hair which now looked like a total mess.

"Calm down princess. Of course you're alive an-"

"Wait. Princess?" Mikan cut her off the excited girl, a little rudely. By any chance is she some lost and found princess? Yeah right.

"I'm sorry did I say something wrong?" the girl looked quite hurt.

"I'm no princess. H-he was going to kill me. Wasn't he?" she wasn't sure. She didn't know whether this was real. It looked so surreal. It was scarier now that he hadn't killed her, and the words she uttered at her battle of survival still existed. As for now, she really wished she was dead.

"No princess! Why would he kill his sweetheart?" the girl looked taken aback. She winced. Whose sweetheart?

"I'm sorry for yelling at you, but please please, don't call me that. You're mistaken. I'm not his sweetheart. I'm his biggest enemy. If not, he's my biggest en-"

"You're shameless." Both the girls looked at the doorway and saw a young beautiful girl with short raven hair looking back at them with that icy look that could freeze even the deepest pits of hell.

"Milady," the girl stood from the edge of Mikan's bed and curtseyed. She looked back at Mikan and smiled assuring before she left the room, leaving a trembling Mikan with the scary looking person.

"How could you say such a thing, when all he's done is cherishing you with his love?" It was more of a statement than a question.

"I don't know what you're taking about." Mikan said firmly as she composed herself.

"Stop playing the innocent card. I'm talking about the prince who wants to marry you." she said a tad colder than before.

Who is she? What business does she have here? Moreover what the hell is she talking about?

Mikan wondered while she was simply feeling helpless. How could she explain her that she doesn't have anything to do with him and that's all just a misunderstanding? She wasn't sure that her bad days were all over, but she had a feeling that he'd let her go as soon as she gets ready. Hopefully.

"Please listen to me, I'm not his lover. I'm a traitor." Mikan really preferred calling herself that than his lover.

"Save it for later. Just get ready for your upcoming marriage" She said boldly. Seriously, what was she talking?

The way she said it, made shivers run down her spine.

Marriage? What marriage? To whom?

What the hell?

End of chapter 3~

-Niv