"De gustibus non est disputandum"

I woke up all in sweat. My body was all wet, and some wind flew around cooling me down even more. I looked where is it coming from and saw that someone left an open window. Great.

I pushed sheets with my left hand when I felt pain. In a second my dream come back, and manically I put hands around my neck. There was nothing. Just a scar. My neck was all ok. I had none wounds or something worse.

I caught just to check can I speak. I can.

My hand rested on the heart until gradually heartbeats didn't calm down. Only then I stood up to close the doors.

Damn. It's so cold.

I hugged myself and shot the window down.

But before that, I heard something.

"We need to talk." Someone said in a low voice but I heard it.

What is happening?

I opened the terrace doors again and let cold wind in my room.

I stepped out regretting not wearing slippers. This stone is cold.

"Shh." Someone shut other one and continued.

"Someone could hear you." I came to the edge of the terrace and hid in the shadows.

"I'm not one you need to shut. I can talk however I want."

"Shut up." Said stronger and in my still seepy brain, I recognised that voice. That is someone I know but who I couldn't remember.

I searched my mind, all my conversations, with Queen, in my room when I was in the hospital. Everything.

That is Travis.

I needed to see that to be sure, but I felt like it's him.

I pushed my head on the wall still hiding in shadows and looked down.

Two men were under my terrace. I looked down almost completely showing myself.

One hid in dark roar with a hood and it covered his face. Another one was just in the black t-shirt and black pants.

That is Travis.

I looked even better just to be sure. It's him.

He is the only fool I could imagine walking in the shirt at this time. It was the end of October and a cold wind was ready here. I needed one extra coat on myself to keep me warm. But not him. He walked in the shirt like it's the middle of June.

"What did you found out?" He asked the masked one, and I looked at him.

"Nothing." He said simply.

"Not a single thing. I knew Prince is back, and the moment he came back he took that girl in his room. Easy to imagine what happened." Voice said, and I looked down.

That is not what happened, I wanted to say, but I had to remind myself to stay quiet.

They don't know what happened, and they never will.

You need to continue. Just to get out of here, and out of Prince's look.

Easier said than do. He is like an eagle. Watching everything.

I focused on a conversation down and blinked a few times. There was something in my eye, not tears.

".. not interested. I need more, and not what he does behind closed doors." Travis answered, and I narrowed my face. Travis doesn't want to know what's Prince doing?

"I didn't know that. He came back."

"You need to know what happened at Delia? Why he acted as he acted? I need something. We lost our connection in there. For now, I need you to found out what happened there."

"I will try to find out. I will talk in general or some guard. They were in Delia." Voice said and I turned.

Their circle is just getting bigger and bigger.

Sometimes I would ask myself why I'm with them. Why I promised to give them information. Why why? Why I do that?

I lost my traction.

I needed someone to show me that I belong somewhere. That I still have my people. To be sure they are still accepting me. That I'm not a monster to them like I'm to a Prince.

That was an answer. I needed to convince myself that I belong somewhere. That I'm not an outcast. That after this I will be there with my family and friends.

I wanted to get back inside when I caught voice speaking again.

"... rebellion. That is what I heard. That someone was causing the disorder. They destroyed something very important."

I stopped.

That is a second time I heard that word. Rebellion.

What are people of Delia doing? What are they trying to achieve? Why that need to be done.

They need to talk with someone and not to cause fights right away.

"Tie them with taxes and kill them with fake compassion."

I read that in one book a few days ago. It was talking about war and Rebellion. Something about some revolution.

My feet were so cold that I entered a room and took slippers right away.

I need to do something.

I opened library doors and get inside.

Two guards were out, and they looked surprised because I came here in this night hours and also I was just in my underwear and a silk robe.

I ignored their looks and went to the history section. Mrs Gren thought me something about old countries and their system, between my good behaviour and bitch classes.

Sometimes I had good and sometimes I had bad days. The worst days were winning.

I came to the big old shelf, and I felt like I'm home. I always liked reading and the smell of that old books made me fell in some stories. Princess's always liked to read. I could only to pretend to be a princess. I was too rude for that.

My finger stopped at the book called 'France' and took the book.

I opened the random pages and found.

"Tie them with taxes and kill them with compassion."

I raised my look. This book was talking about a big revolution and they gave them bigger and bigger taxes just to pay wars. They were trying to defeat their enemies but didn't make attention to the side of them.

I closed the book with a loud voice. What are they trying to get with that? I hope that doesn't happen here. I hope they are not...

"What are you doing here?" I jumped and heard a book falling to the ground.

Fucking Prince. He is like a demon. He shows up here and everywhere in the worst moments.

I crouched to take book ignoring him and his question. He didn't deserve to be answered.

"I asked something." He warned with a low voice.

Instantly my left hand hurt, and I had to massage it.

"Reading," I said getting the book in its place. Here. That is that.

"At 3 a.m.? I don't believe you." I slowly turned to him.

"You don't believe me anything, talked I truth or not, you will believe what you want," I said sharply.

He is a bastard that keeps hurting me. Hurting my body with weapons and hurting my soul and spirit with his words. He had them both under his control.

He rolled his eyes, and he said.

"Go in the bed." He showed to the doors with the book.

He had something and some old book. I never saw that book before.

"What are you reading?" I said ignoring his words and looked at his cold eyes. Somehow I used to them. He looked at me like am some wounded animal that needs to be killed.

I looked at him like great hunter and killer, just like he was.

He killed that man on the street. I reminded myself when compassion came in my veins.

No need for that I tried to reaming myself.

"Indian." He said and widen my eyes.

"Poetry? I did not imagine you reading poetry?" I said without thinking.

He took a step closer and said.

"Two things are wrong with that statement. One is that you are imaging me doing what, and second what is a problem with reading poetry. Many wars started because of poetry."

He touched my neck scar, and I looked down. The chills of his cold touch went down my body. My hands tightened into fists but I didn't look him in the eyes. Instead I looked at his wardrobe.

He had a white shirt and black pants. His usual wardrobe. But looking under that this shirt I saw dark spots on his chests. What is that? I wanted to ask, but I closed my eyes.

I realised that his smell is driving me crazy. Even though he hurt me in so many ways I couldn't resist to his scent. Just a little flinch of air with that and I was over. He was in my mind. I'm getting crazy.

I raised my head and smiled.

"Everything is wrong with that sentence," I said smiling and somehow I pushed myself to look at his eyes.

His eyes almost shone in a semi dark room. I wanted to ask why what is causing his eyes to shine. Why is he doing that? And why on earth is he following me?

The last one popped in my mouth.

"Why are you following me?" I asked.

His lips curved into something that looked like a smile showing his teeth. But there wasn't happy in his eyes. He stood untouched and cold.

"That I could ask you. You are one who came after me. I was here before midnight."

"Oh, lucky. Keep reading your poetry. I will go now." I moved my neck from his touch, missing that feeling on my skin. His rough palm on my skin feeling every heartbeat of mine. Every change in my blood and veins. I missed that.

I closed my eyes when I turned away from him and tried to control that.

Focus, Dianna. No need to feel that. Just shut it down.

"Goodnight. Prince." I said on my way to the doors.

"Not happening. Sit." He said to me with a cold voice that I instantly turned.

"Why a sudden change of emotions? You wanted me to leave. I'm leaving."

"Sit." I turned to him and looked at the chair he showed me. Slowly I get here and sat. The material was so soft under my legs and I wanted to hug myself. But the robe. was too short.

"I will read you a song number 6. Listen."

He looked down at the book but I wanted to leave.

"Point is?" I said raising an eyebrow.

"I will let you decide."

He looked down at the book again and begin.

"The tame bird was in a cage, the free bird was in the forest.

They met when the time came, it was a decree of fate.

The free bird cries, "O my love, let us fly to wood."

The cage bird whispers, "Come hither, let us both live in the cage."

Says the free bird, "Among bars, where is there room to spread one's wings?"

"Alas," cries the caged bird, "I should not know where to sit perched in the sky." The free bird cries, "My darling, sing the songs of the woodlands."

The caged bird says, "Sit by my side, I'll teach you the speech of the learned."

The forest bird cries, "No, ah no! Songs can never be taught."

The caged bird says, "Alas for me, I know not the songs of the woodlands."

Their love is intense with longing, but they to wing.

Through the bars of the cage they look, and vain is their wish to know each other. They flutter their wings in yearning, and sing, "Come closer, my love!" The free bird cries,

"It cannot be, I fear the closed doors of the cage." The cage bird whispers, "Alas, my wings are powerless and dead."

He ended the song with a low voice and I had to shake myself to remind that I'm not a cage bird.

That was beautiful.

But also had a point. I wasn't sure what was, but I had to close my eyes.

"Point?" He said a quiet, and I opened my eyes.

He was standing in front of me.

I looked up to him and took a deep breath.

"What is closed it will be closed forever," I said not wanting to accept that.

Though that beautiful song he was telling me that I will be closed forever. That I can't be with my people because I changed too much, and that I can't be with his people because I didn't change enough. I was in the middle.

One caged bird not knowing the song of their people but also not knowing Prince's song.

I was trapped in the middle not moving further.

"It can be understood in so many ways. Think of it for a few hours. We will talk tomorrow." He wanted to leave, but he turned and said.

"I hope you remembered why you sent me to Delia." He said again in his Prince role.

I rolled my eyes and said.

"I did not send you there!" I yelled.

"Don't yell. I'm not def like someone."

I ignored his words and looked down.

I was too different in both words. The worst of both of them. Not moving anywhere because I know too much.

I wanted to leave, but I saw a book on a little table.

"The Gardener." Was a title of the book.

"De gustibus non est disputandum" The taste is not to be discussed.

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