Imprisoned

Chapter # 24

••• Cinzel •••

Blinking, my eyes tried to adjust the darkness in the room to make out what was in my surroundings but my mind was too vague to comprehend what exactly happened.

A guy came and knocked me unconscious.

Looking around I found myself in a room along with the sound of a melodious whistle echoing in the room.

My heart began to race, unwillingly hoping for the one to come here and save me but Prince must have left by now.

"Where am I?"

Sitting up, I saw the same guy sitting on the couch, whistling while using his phone but stopped when he noticed me.

"Oh, you're awake." His deep resonance came out tenderly, getting up.

"Why am I here?" I asked, looking around the room, getting out from the bed, glaring at him.

"You know... this is the room you were born in." The masked guy told me.

"What?" I asked in disbelief.

"Hmm. It's the Alroy storage. That day cops raided us, your mother was going into labor so we had to do it here. Honestly, I thought both of you were going to die." He chuckled a little, getting up and standing in front of me.

"Who are you?" I asked with a shaky breath.

He only put his hand over his chest and bowed a little, "The one who will be by your side when you shall claim the position you deserve."

I took a step back.

"I.. wasn't taught... how to." I mumbled, hugging my sides, looking away.

"That Prince did a great job in hiding you but no more. I won't let his cowardice affect you."

"Who are you?" I demanded. "Your soon-to-be right hand man- De Villiers." I looked at him for a long time, staring at him.

His tone actually made me feel as if he is an ally but why would he be? But On the second thought, if he wanted to kill me, he could.

"Your eye color. They were green when you came, not brown." I spoke up quickly, pointing at his eyes.

"Must be your imagination. They were always brown." He shrugged nonchalantly.

"No, I remember clearly. You shed a tear, you had green eyes-"

"Cinzel." My heart skipped a beat when he called me, "Did Prince hurt you?"

"He protected me." I replied in a bare whisper, my lips tried to curse but the only sound they were able to produce was this.

"He stole your identity from you." He whispered back, taking a step closer.

I flinched at the closeness but he reassured me, "Don't startle. I am not going to do anything. I am not going to hurt you."

"Why am I here?" I asked hesitantly.

"This is the time to reveal yourself so they will know who you are and not dare to come near you."

"I am not ready." I argued.

"I am with you, everyone is. On Next Monday, every member will be present here and you will emerge as the Queen which you are." He ordered and I was taken aback.

"Queen?" I blinked, thinking if I heard him right or not.

"Of course. You are a Queen. My little Queen." He chuckled sweetly. I couldn't believe this seemingly dominant man was talking sweetly with me.