I jumped from the sofa and just stood there, frozen.

I heard a loud thud followed by another, and lastly something dropping on the floor.

Then there was silence.

The first thing that registered in my brain is someone was sent here is to kill me. Holy shit Javier, no-

I quickly ran towards the door and saw Javier standing over a body, a gun in his hand.

"Did you-"

"No, I just knocked him out."

I just simply stood here, in shock. Someone was able to track me down all the way to this small part of Spain, to this particular cabin. He could have kill Javier, I couldn't handle another-

Javier started walking towards me, he put the gun on the counter and hugged me. My hands automatically hugged him back, I could hear him breathing in and out against my ear.

"I'm so sorry to get you involved in this." And hugged me tighter.

Get me involved? I'm sorry to get you involved! Wait why would he say that?

"I-I think he was here to kill me..." I broke off the hug and look at him.

"What are you talking about? Why would he want to kill you?" He had a confused look on his face.

"I sort of got involved with drug dealers... Why do you think he was trying to kill you?" Might as well put everything on the table now.

"You what?"

"It's complicated. I was trying to find out how my parents were murdered, and it led me to a drug dealer called felon."

"I've heard of him. And about his warehouse in Thailand being bombed."

"Well I was kind of involved in that... Now you tell me why you think he was trying to kill you."

"I... I can't tell you." He sighed.

"Now is the time to be completely transparent with each other as there is an unconscious man at the door who was sent to kill one of us."

"I'm the prince of Spain." He blurted out quickly.

"You're-" I put my hand on my forehead.

"Yep..." He looked away from me.

"How do people not recognise who you are?" I asked in disbelief, remembering that yesterday we walked down the streets together.

"This part of Spain is still kind of stuck in the nineteen hundreds, I don't think anyone living here uses the internet."

"So your name isn't Javier."

"And your name isn't Tiana, I presume." He folded his arms.

"Alveanea. I know your name is Nicandro."

"You mentioned the two private houses which my family owns that were destroyed, you were researching about it?"

"We'll discuss everything, but not now. We've got to take care of the mess right now." I gestured to the man lying on the floor.

He walked out of the door and towards his car, opened the trunk and took something. He then walked towards the unconscious man and inject something in his arm.

"What did you inject him with?"

"A sedative. Should be able to hold him off for the next couple of hours."

"You keep sedatives in your car trunk?"

"A gun and some knives too, for situations like the one that we're in right now."

"What about the delivery guy?"

"He was the delivery guy. Why do you think I opened the door in the first place?"

"I'm still new to all this." I narrowed my eyes at him.

"I can tell. Let's get in the car and drive back."

The car ride was mostly silent driving back to wherever Nicandro was staying. Or another way of saying it is: wherever the prince of Spain was staying. There were so many question in my head that I'll be sure to ask him once everything has calmed down.

"This is it." He stopped the car and got out.

"What about the guy?" I said as I closed the car door.

"I'll have someone take care of it."

"Of course you have bodyguards." I slowly nodded my head.

"My mum insists that one came with me, in case of situations like these." He opened the door to this gigantic house.

The house was beautiful, like any other houses owned by rich people. There were a few painting on the wall which probably costs... I don't even want to know. A huge and shiny chandelier in the centre of the room, dining room and kitchen to my right, living room to my left.

"Efren!"

"Yes your highness..." A tall and muscular guy quickly ran down the stairs and stood in front of Nicandro, he narrowed his eyes at me.

"She with me. Someone tried to kill me, in the trunk. Take care of it."

"Right away, your highness." Efren straightened his posture and walked out the door.

Nicandro then started walking towards the living room, I followed him behind.

"What's Efren going to do with the guy?"

"Nothing yet. We'll fly back to Spain tomorrow and have someone with experience extract the information from him."

"Got it. What do you know about felon?"

"Just that he's a drug lord who took over some guy in Russia and his wife from Vietnam..." He looked at me with sudden realisation.

"Yeah, they're my parents."

"How on earth did you survive the plane crash?"

"That's what I'm going to find out, I just found out my parents were drug lords a few days ago. Also, it's not a plane crash, the pilot was in on it."

"So you want felon dead?"

"I don't even know if my parents are dead, their bodies weren't recovered. I just want the truth about what happened and what grudge he has with your family."

"Because he trashed two of our private houses, which is why you got close to me, to get information on why." Wait what?

"I had no idea who you were until you told me. If I knew, I would have straight up asked you. My friend was killed when his warehouse was bombed. I was there. Felon took everything from me, first my parents and now my friend. So I've no time to get close to you cause I'm at my breaking point right now and I don't know what am I going to do if he took away another person from me who I care about."

"I'm... sorry about your friend. What about that older guy I saw in the place you were staying at?" He looked down at the floor.

"He's a nice guy and I'm not involving him in this. We'll be going our separate ways."

"Then I guess you can join me on the same flight to Madrid tomorrow."

"Yeah, I-"

"It's done, your highness." I heard Efren's voice behind me.

"Efren will take you home. I'll be waiting outside tomorrow at nine in the morning."

"See you tomorrow."

The car ride back with Efren was most definitely awkward. Like a whole other level awkward. To be escorted by a bodyguard of the prince of Spain due to someone attempting to kill us. After what felt like an hour, the car stopped in front of the house. I quickly went to open the car door, wanting to get the heck out of there.

"He has never book a cabin to spend time with a girl." He said, not looking at me.

"Good to know."

I heard the car driving away and stepped inside of the house. To my surprise, I saw Breton sitting at the dining table with a cup of tea, reading a book.

"Please tell me that's not what I'm thinking." And he crossed his arms.

"What are you thinking?"

"That you were with that man who dropped you off?"

"Yeah he dropped me off..." Where is he getting with this?

"That's all?"

"Of course that's- holy heck please don't tell me whatever you were thinking." I took a seat in front of him at the dining table.

"That was the first thing that came to my mind. If you were hanging with some other guy and he doesn't even have the decency to drop you off, I'm gonna-"

"He's the prince of Spain." I blurted out.

"Wh-What?"

"Someone tried to kill us, with a gun."

"I-"

"I told them the truth about my past."

"Is he-"

"I'm going to Madrid with him tomorrow."

"Are you-"

"The guy who dropped me off was his bodyguard."

"I give up."

"You could only imagine the day I've had."