My Wife Has A Royal Blood

CYAN

I passed my hands over the dewy hazel blades of grass for the fifth time, relishing the feeling of the rivulets of wetness sticking to my fingers. I was cold, not because autumn in Baltimore is not pleasant, but because I had little to no amount of clothes on. I didn't know how I ended up in the hazel grassy field, but I knew that I was there, half naked in boy shorts and a bra, no money and no food. It had rained the day before, I could tell because of the wet hazel coloured grasses. As I sat, cross-legged on the grasses, for another half an hour, caring less about where I was, a long, gloomy shadow casted over my small frame. I tipped my head back and looked up at the brooding, dominating silhouette of a man.

"Who are you?". His voice passed over my skin like the barrel of a pistol dripping in chocolate. So incredibly sweet and deadly, I subconsciously found myself closing my eyes. I heard him letting out a light hiss and I opened my eyes to find him crouching down in front of me, his light grey pants stretching over his strong calves and knees.

"I don't like repeating myself, Cara" he warned and I sighed. I tilted my head to the side, staring at him with squinted eyes and trying to stay caged in between the sinister grey and lonely blackness in his eyes. I could tell I wasn't fine, because I couldn't stop staring at this man yet nothing about him was registering in my brain. I kept forgetting everything about him except his domineering presence.

"Do you live around here?" I asked in a quiet voice. He narrowed his eyes. In threat or confusion, I couldn't tell.

"What are you doing here? This is private property"

"Is it?"

"Yes, it is," he paused and hissed before he straightened up, unfolding before me. He looked down at me like a peasant invading his powerful glory and I almost smiled at him. "Now get off my property".

I sighed and wrapped my slim arms around myself, my teeth clattering a little because of the cold.

"I don't know where else to go" I murmured.

"I don't care"

"What is this place anyway?"

"Do you know who I am, Cara?"

I shook my head, no. "I'm hungry. Can I have some food?" I pleaded. He looked at me in confusion, a little disturbed about my state. I couldn't blame him. I looked more dead than a heartbroken Shakespearean sonnet. He gets back on his knees and assessed me with those sinister silk grey eyes and I found myself thinking back at his voice, only this time it felt like a chocolate-dripping pistol kissing my skin underneath silk grey sheets. I felt my core tingling at the very thought of it and I tilted my head to the side again, staring at him. He catches a strand of my matted black hair in between his fingers and twirled. That hair hadn't seen a comb in years.

"Where did you come from, Cara?" He asked in a low voice and I swallowed.

"An orphanage. They threw me out after I turned 18 and nobody wanted to adopt me. So I ended up wandering through cities. My feet are killing me. I rest in random places like this once in a while. It's okay, right?".

He stared at me for a moment long, searching my eyes before he asked.

"Do you want to come with me?"

"Do you have food?" I asked with big, pleading eyes. He sighed and gets back onto his feet. I watched him as he took off his grey suit jacket and drapped it over my shoulders lazily. He swaddled my thin arms into it and a blanket of safety cocoons my entire helpless existence when he carried me in his arms. I inhaled his scent.

He smelt like gun powder, blood and strong manly cologne with a hint of cigar. I inhaled again, it still waved all the red flags.

Yet, I found myself snuggling into him and closing my eyes. I fell asleep in what I knew was as dangerous as kissing a starving lion.

•••••••••

I woke up some time around noon and the man gave me food. I ate like a dog, without any manners and he watched. Watched me like a hawk from across the island of his gigantic kitchen. If I wasn't so hungry, I would've been lost in the unbelievable space but I haven't had food in days that it took more than two plates of pasta and vegetables to start connecting my brain cells together.