Vladimir [Completed]

IV

Chapter # 4: Am I alright?

"The best way to keep a prisoner from escaping is to make sure he never knows he's in prison."

Fyodor Dostoevsky.

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Sweet night- V

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I am in a big room that must be his.

If he thinks we are going to be all cuddly and stay together in the same bedroom then I will have to take upon my promise to beat him to the blue. The promise that I made right this very moment to myself.

I stand up and go outside. There is a big living room and kitchen, with several doors.

Now I get it.
He has a whole wing to himself.

After all, he is the King.

I am looking around when I bump into a wall.

I look up.

And it is a literal wall this time.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't even see the wall.

I clear my throat like this embarrassing moment never happened. I resume my rendezvous.

Everything here is fit for a King.

It's magnificent.

The thing that I like the most is the glass wall that shows a clear view of the forest. He must like views like this.

I feel myself inching towards it.

I press my hands to the glass feeling its coldness.
I am so mesmerized by it that for a second I think about living here forever.

But I snap out of it and remind myself of who I am, an abomination.
This is all just a misty dream.

During my pep-talk thoughts, I don't notice him entering.
I guess I don't notice a lot of things now. I have gone dumb.

"It's my favorite view. I like the nature as it is in my wolf's nature, he feels at rest." He is leaning against the door looking at me.

His wolf? Does he have a wolf? Just like I have Night. Where does he live?

I look around to spot any wolf house or any sign of a wolf but everything is human.

I don't know shit about werewolves.