"Ubi lex ibi poena"

I opened my eyes. This can't be happening. He shouldn't be here. Prince shouldn't be here until Sunday. 

I felt a strong squeeze and it reminded me on the first day when he lead me to question room. He was in the same mood like that. 

"Hey, Vlad, what is happening?" Danniel asked surprised but also concerned. His forehead narrowed and he looked at Prince.

"Nothing." He said sharply and kept moving. 

I couldn't resist his strength and I moved with him looking at Danniel who stood next to the doors still surprised. 

What the hell is happening? 

I gave him the sorry look and turned to watch where are we going. 

We weren't far away from my room, but he didn't stop there. He opened doors next to it. 

Before I could ask anything I was pushed to the wall and the cold stone was on my back. My short sleeve dress was opened a little one back, and I felt coldness like it was around my heart. 

My vision came blurry, but I heard a sharp door slamming and next second I felt his hand on my throat.

"What was one request I told you not to do?" He said angrily looking at me. 

His cold eyes were like two icebergs. His dark hair was in a mess and I saw that he is not wearing his uniform. He was in dark pants with a dark shirt. He looked like he is in a mess and he never looked like that. 

What did the hell happen? 

When I didn't answer he pushed me even harder on the wall. 

"Answer me!" He said to my ear and chills ran down my body. 

"Not to seduce your army," I said shakily partly from fear and partly from his squeeze. I couldn't breathe. My lungs hurt and I couldn't feel my feet. My vision was blurry. I couldn't see him anymore.

I felt like I'm standing just because he is holding me for the neck. 

"And what?!" He pressed my neck harder and my scar pulsed with pain.

"Please let me, I can't breathe," I said shaky and tried looking at his eyes. 

"What else?!" He said embracing his squeeze. Not too much but still. I could take one shaky breath. 

"Especially Danniel," I said somehow, and he squeezed again. 

"Exactly. And you did what?!" He yelled in the empty room. 

I tried looking around, searching for something. I didn't know what, but I was sure when I found it I will know, but nothing. I couldn't find anything. 

It was a weapon, I realised when less of oxygen came into my mind. Something I desperately tried to find. I had to protect myself.

Things were blurry but I could breathe again. He let me take a few shaky breaths and my vision came clearer. 

"And you did what?" He whispered into my ear now. 

"I did the contrary," I said letting words slip from my lips. 

I must know he will found out. I wasn't that foolish to hope he will never found out. We couldn't keep that as a secret when everyone saw us. They were talking after all. I was one night with the Prince and the other with Danniel. I was a whore like they were telling. 

And right now I felt like one. I did the only thing he told me not to do. I knew what will happen, in one little part of my brain I must know, but I ignored it and did the contrary. 

He had every right to do this to me. I did it on purpose. And after all, I'm just a prisoner. Prisoner in a nice dress.

"You did the contrary." He repeated my words and let me go. 

Instantly my hand came on my neck. I checked to look for something, some bruise or wound but I felt nothing. 

My lungs wanted air, and I took three deep breath before I looked at him. 

He was standing next to the big window looking outside. 

From the profile, he looked regular, like a normal guy, but his eyes held secrets. They were traitors and keepers at the same time. 

He would say what he wanted and the rest is on you. 

"What will you do?" I said moving a little to the doors. 

"Not even think about that, because I have this." Little metal thing shone on moonlight and I cursed.

He locked me in here. With a beast. In a cage. 

"What to do? What to do? What to do?" He turned and come to me in two big steps. 

"What to do to the person who broke Prince's order, not for the first time. What to do to a person which said that is the last thing she would do in the world? What to do to that person? To kill her? Or to kill her lover?" 

"He is not my lover," I said sharply interrupting him. 

"I saw you kissing him!" He yelled again and closed eyes. My skin crawled from his voice.

"I saw you kissing him." He repeated calmer, "You expect from me to believe you that you did not go step further? That you did that thing just to contrary from my demand?" He didn't look at me. His eyes were shut tightly like he can't even look at me.

I said nothing. I watched his vein on the neck beating fast and Adam's apple jumping up and down. He was trying to calm himself, but it had none succession. 

"You know they told me I have temper issues." He said in a cold, dark room still not looking at me. 

He stood there and breathed. He didn't continue, so I had to ask. 

"Who told you that?" 

I said quiet looking at the floor. I wasn't brave enough to look at him. Not now and not in that way. 

"My mother. Father. Teacher. Danniel." He smiled at the last word and looked at me. 

His eyes were green. 

"They told me that one time I will lose control and my power will be in my emotions. That will be the end. They said. No returning. Because once when the power goes to emotions it will be lost. A person can't control his power and now I'm one step from that edge and you just keep pissing me off." 

I twitched on him cursing and stepped backwards. Prince showing this much emotion was strange to me.

What will happen if he goes over that edge? If he throws his role and reveals his power hidden under suits and demands. When he feels all of that and when he wants to feel only that? 

He moved from bed lightened with a moon and a shelf on the right wall. It was dark but I could see his personality in dark. His eyes shone. 

I slipped down the wall and sat on the floor. My dress was all around me like a little pet. I hugged myself. I wanted home. 

He stood in front of me. 

"No. You will not act like a little pet. You want to be a lover you will act like a grown-up person." 

His green eyes looked at me and fear run in my veins. Why is keep mention that? That was just a kiss. 

"He. Is. Not. My. Lover." I said standing up. 

Anger run down my body and I wanted to put that in his head. 

"That was just one kiss. Only one I shared with him!" I said wanting to push him in the chest but he caught my hand. 

He held my wrist looking at me not saying anything. 

"If I have to repeat that. Here. One single kiss and nothing more. Not a single touch." 

I looked into his eyes. I wanted to obey them. To look away just not to look at that mirror so alike like my emotions in my heart. So alike like me more than I even thought. Like every emotion, I felt when Amelia would leave me. When I felt like everyone is throwing me away and using for their cause. I swallowed, hard.

Little sparks of white showed in his green eyes and I left a shaky breath out. Now he is not dangerous after all, right? 

His face looked at mine and after minute changed instantly. 

"Fine." He stepped back still looking in mine. 

Now the white was controlling green. 

"If you say so." 

There is something weird with that sentence. He never carried for my words. 

"There is no problem to do this now." His eyes were white again, but a voice was now one who scared me. 

"From now one, everyone who touches you, from mankind, will be executed immediately. No exception." 

I opened my mouth. He did not say that. 

"What?" Was the only thing I succeeded to say. 

"You heard. Everyone who touches you will be killed." I could see the mean smile in his eyes and chortle. 

Once again he won. 

"You would kill your best friend just for a touch?" I said still not believing. 

"True." He agreed and smiled. 

He said that like someone is looking good and not agreeing about murder. 

"You would kill your best friend if he touches me, why?" I asked, but I saw him rolling eyes. 

"Why? Why? Simple answer. Because I can." He touched a lamp on his right and room was lightened with a light. 

One shadow was over his left cheek making him look meaner. Like he wasn't mean enough. 

"Your best friend?" I repeated. This is not true. 

"I said once and I won't repeat. I'm not a bird." He sat on the chair next to the bed and looked at me. 

"But that is irrelevant." He waved away with a hand like nothing important. 

"You came here for one single reason. What was your intention of sending me to Delia?" 

He asked cold, and I flinched. 

"What?" 

"What was your intention, except finding a lover?" 

I ignored the rest of the sentence. I just heard my intention. 

I had none intention. I said that because I agreed with that general in my room. People needed to see him in real and not some letter boy. They need to see that they are having a real leader and not some showing boy. 

"I had none intention," I said honestly. 

"Don't lie." He warned me in a low voice. My whole body went cold. What is he talking about? Does he know for Amelia? Travis?

"I'm not lying. It's true. People sometimes need to see a real person over some letters." 

I wanted to get out but at the same time, I wanted to know what happened? What made me believe I did something. 

"What happened?" I asked looking around the room. I knew this room. 

He showed me first or the second day when I was here. His room. 

Usually, when he treated me, he would go to my room, but now it was in his. What is happening to him? This is not how is he acting. Usually, we have everything under his control, but I felt like something is slipping from that control. 

"What happened there?" I asked again. 

"Rebellion! That is what happened!" He yelled looking at me. 

His eyes looked at me. Again, I could see a little green. He really needs to control himself. 

"Rebellion?" I repeated to no one special. 

What on earth did Amelia and Travis do? This must be their fault. 

"Yes. Real rebellion. People are killing each other. Guards are everywhere. And one single thing was that they did not notice me, so I heard what they are fighting." 

"What is that?" I said stunned. 

I wanted to know more. I wanted to know what he knows? How didn't they notice him? What is a  thing that stressed him out? 

"They want to take Prince's throne." He said that like he can't believe. His eyes were fixated on the dark varied underneath his feet.

"What?" I asked surprised as well. My heart skipped a beat. He did not say that.
They were talking about that on the streets. They were so careless. 

This can't be happening. 

"They want to take Prince's throne." He repeated like in a dream. He couldn't believe in that word. This can't be happening. 

This is just too much. 

"How do you know that?" 

"Listen. I heard them talking. They are trying to infiltrate in every country because Delia has the best position. It's at the centre but also have rivers and sea. They are trying to get here. To kill me." 

He looked at the floor with his hands almost at the floor. He looked like he is trying to hold his body in the place. 

This was begging of Prince's shattering. Slowly, just like Amelia and Travis wanted he will make a mistake. And they will wait for that mistake.

"What happened then?" I asked. 

"I killed him." He said simply. 

"You did what?" I said already feeling tears in my eyes. Maybe that person had a family, daughter, son, someone. 

Now they know that Prince is a killer. 

"You monster," I said without thinking. 

I still couldn't believe. 

He killed an innocent person. 

His head lifted instantly. 

"Lucky me. No one knows that except you," he stood up, "And you will act like a good little girl? Right?" He came so close to me that I had to step back. 

"You will be good, and tell no one, and that scar will stay just a little scar." 

I moved my head from his not wanting to meet that look. He sounded like a crazy person he must look like one. 

"Always the same treatment. Look for something new." I said somehow feeling like someone is saying those words. I didn't feel them on my lips I just heard them. 

Before I could see anything I felt a sharp pain in my left biceps. 

"Here, a new scar?" I looked at my hand not believing that he ripped my sleeve and my skin. "Be happy I missed an artery, or you would be dead by know," he turned to leave but stopped, "learn to appreciate a little things, will you?"

Damn, it hurts. 

"Fuck. That hurt." I said pressing it. I bit my lip to stop from blubber.

"Did you really think I'm unarmed? That my treats are just that, words? You can't be that foolish." He removed my hand and pressed the edge. 

I whined. It hurts. Tears have fallen from my eyes. I wanted the house. 

"So you know two things. One," he lifted an index finger, "Can't be touched, and second," he lifted a middle finger, "you have that wound. Learn this. I gave you two gifts, and you said nothing worthy of me. Think about that." 

He turned away, and I pressed my hand with dress material. Pointless, it was already wet. 

I stepped back, and I heard something is broken. 

I looked down at the lamp. It fell. It was broken in a thousand little pieces. 

I wanted to pick it up, so I fell on my knees collecting little bits. I guess a poor girl in me never died. It was just asleep. 

"Leave it. You need to take care of that wound. It's bleeding." 

"I can see that," I said sharp. 

Whoa Whoa. Where have you been my strong voice when I needed you? When I got that cut? You were scared so now shut up. 

"Oh, and do me the favour. Don't visit a doctor. He will die for nothing." I looked up from my place down on the floor next to the doors and person in front of me. 

He was smiling again.

"Ubi lex ibi poena" Where the law is there is always and a punishment.

Sooo what do you think???
Is this have some meaning what Dianna did? Is Prince losing his control? Why he does all of this?

Read and read and you will found out...

Kis kis kis