The Selfish Prince part 4

Sebastian woke up to the sound of a servant knocking lightly at his door. He crawled out of his bed and slipped to his favorite slippers. Stretching his arm, he walked toward the door and opened it.

"Thanks for waking me up," he said quickly before the servant bowed and walked away.

He almost fell asleep again when a name appeared on his mind. V.

As fast as wind, he dressed himself up and ran to Vanz's room. It was unfortunate for him that he met Sharon and his father on the way.

"Sebastian, I would like you to company Sharon and show her around. She's going to live here until you both married, so I think she need to get used to the place," his father said, deeply.

The woman extended her arm, expecting him to hold it and show her around. Instead of doing those in her mind, he walked pass her with his reckless style and smile innocently to his father. "Surely my mighty father could handle one guest on his own, right?"

Sharon growled as he passed by, mumbling in horrible tones. "I am your fiancée!" She yelled.

The prince raised his eyebrows. "So what? I have many important businesses right now. Hope I won't see you around again, though." He said as he waved his hand and started running all the way to Vanz's room again.

He found her still on her pajamas, sleeping soundlessly.

Sebastian walked into the room and shook her to wake her up. She opened her eyes slowly, and then it turned out that she widened her eyes when she saw the prince sitting on her bed. "What are you doing this early on my bed?!"

He smiled as he pecks on her lips. "I'm wondering what are you doing and I couldn't help myself to go here." The boy stepped back a little to avoid her punch and continued, "You're cute."

"Don't try to outwit me, because if this is what you're doing right now, I so gonna fucking kill you," Vanz glared as she walked toward the table, taking a glass of water and drink it quickly. She sighed and soon gets back to her senses, where Sebastian was her master and she was merely a servant. "What do you want?"

Sebastian jumped off the bed and hugged her from the back, kissing her nape. "Let's take a look of what I want here," he let out a smirk, "I'm sure you can't disobey a prince's order."

Vanz sighed heavily.

The prince was about to leaned down to kiss her when he notice something particularly familiar. A silver bracelet was hanging around Vanz’s hand.

“Where did you get that silver bracelet?” he asked slowly.

Vanz streched her arms as she answered, “Oh, this? A selfish boy once give me this,” she smiled. “He promised he will marry me!”

Sebastian froze for a second in surprise. His mind suddenly traveled back in time.

“Wear this! Remember, we'll know each other once we saw this bracelet!"

“Hey, Sebastian, hello?” the voice of the girl tugged him out of his memories.

He sighed in relief before he smiled and put butterflies kisses on Vanz’s pale nape. “I see...”

"What the hell are you going to do..." She mumbled in protest as she slipped out of his hug. But the prince refused to give up that easily. He turned her around and kissed her, causing her to react with a punch on his chest.

Sebastian unbuttoned his own shirt, smiling toward the girl. The girl blushed, but instead of participating, she was hitting him faster and stronger, trying to pushed him away.

Vanz let out a soft moan as Sebastian continued to nibble gently, using his free hand he tilted Vanz’s head up pressing their lips fully against one another deepening the kiss. Vanz sighed into the kiss. She could not pull herself away, nor give into the kiss.

Once he reached her neck, he moved at a much slower pace, leaving little love bites along the other’s pale flesh. She started too struggled out violently when she felt his hand on her back, touching her bare skin.

This time she was lucky, though. Right before Sebastian could pull the other out of her pajamas, someone knock the door hard.

Paying no mind to the front he turned and faced Vanz again, who in turn looked back with a glare.

“Let me go, I’m going to open that damn door,” the girl said angrily.

Sebastian brushed some loose bangs from the other’s eyes, and as he leaned down about to kiss the other, he mumbled, “Shhh... Just ignore it. I want to...” He was cut off with another set of loud knocks and this time accompanied with some familiar voices. Even Vanz knew who stood outside.

"Hey, Sebastian, you're there, right?!"

Sebastian spitted out some curse before he walked towards the door, buttoning his shirt on the halfway. “Fuck you.” He opened the door and asked annoyed, "What are you doing this early?"

The two men, Phelps and Leonard, were surprised in Sebastian’s appearance, messed up hair, shirt half way buttoned up, not to mention they could see Vanz cursing behind him, with her messy green nylon pajamas. This wasn’t what they were expecting.

“I do hope that we didn’t interrupt anything,” Leonard spoke up first, with an apologetic tone in his voice.

“N-no, we're fine, right, Sebastian?” Vanz tried to reassure that it was ok that they paid a visit with a death-glare.

He huffed. “Yeah, it’s fine, but what are you doing here in this time?” he asked again, still rather annoyed.

“Well!” Phelps, recovered from the shock he had, piped up, “We thought that you would be here, since you like to make her do things aren't meant for her, but..."

As much as he wanted to turned them down and finish off where he left off, he knew he couldn’t, he didn’t want his brother and his friend to think that he was really eager to go farther then needed all in one day.

“Yeah, that’s fine, come on in.”

They walked by Vanz and greeted her. Leonard smiled at the other, pointing to his own neck, wondering if Vanz would understand what he was trying to say. Eventually she figured it out, and blushed like crazy.

"So, happy birthday, Sebas," both of them said simultaneously.

Vanz sighed heavily, trying to control her embarrassment. “So,” she paused as she looked at the big bad Leonard brought, “What do you bring here to celebrate his birthday?”

Leonard grins widely, opening the bag and picked out ten bottles of wine and a bottle of gin. “We’re going to drink! I brought some bottles of wine from my hometown, you’re gonna like it, just like usual.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Vanz smiled.

“Wait, you drink with him?” Sebastian raised his eyebrows, looking deep to her eyes.

Phelps took Vanz’s turn to answer as he pulled out the cork and opened the bottle, “Yeah, because usually you would be busy with your party for days and she got no activity to do, sometimes we brought wine or beer just to have fun for some minutes.”

Sebastian stared to Vanz, and the others except the girl herself seemed to notice the jealousy in his deep brown eyes.

“I was hoping for Tequila Sunrise, though,” Vanz put on a joking tone, followed by a laugh from the two princes.

“Right, princess, I know you would. But unfortunately, we found no Tequila Sunrise available in the nearest bar in his country, so we bought this instead,” Phelps replied with another laugh. “Enjoy it first, okay?”

The main prince looked at his brother in disbelief. “Gosh, please, you both already know that she’s...”

“Yeah, and judging from WHAT SEEMED TO HAPPENED before we come here, you already know as well,” Leonard answered the younger prince’s question lightly, “Not that she told us, though, but both of us had met her long time ago, before her kidnapper sold her here.”

Vanz blushed, didn’t dare to look at the three of them, especially the prince whose face was brighter than a tomato.

“Oh.” Came the respond.

“Now, let’s drink!” Phelps smiled.

As usual, they were at the point of no return before anyone actually stopped to wonder how they’d actually gotten there in the first place, and of course by then it was too late to voice concerns and stop. After all, they were stubborn, all of them, and too proud to give in.

They’d been celebrating Sebastian’s birthday for couple hours, longer than they planned—long lost in the game and the alcohol—and it had started as a party, a party that quickly developed into a drinking session once Phelps finished his first glass of wine. And the drinking session had developed into a game, when a drunk someone—possibly also Phelps but no one could remember who exactly—had cheekily twirled one long-empty bottle on the floor and yelled at the unlucky recipient of its spin, “Truth or Dare!”

The rules quickly develop, and somehow it goes on that once one couldn’t do or answer what was asked, they must remove an item of clothing. And it was finally decided that once one was naked, that person must take over all the cleaning duty of the palace for three month full. It meant that once they were down to their underwear, they had to do whatever others asked them to do.

On the other hand, simply, Phelps or Leonard need to stay if they lose.

The troubles come when Leonard started to do pranks. When the bottle pointed at Sebastian—who’d lost his blazer for refusing telling them his first embarrassing moment in elementary school, shirt in refusal to discuss his love, and trouser for a rejection to do a sexy belly dance—he looked at him and smiled. “Kiss the princess. Until I say stop.”

He widened his eyes, while Vanz freeze in front of him. “Damnit, you Leonard.”

“Take it back, I know you’re a prince and I don’t have the right to disobey you, but I’m sure that you’re gonna pay if you didn’t take it back," Vanz glared.

"I believe you're on dead end too, Vanz, so maybe if you two didn't do it, both of you could share the punishment," Phelps laughed, a raucous, gleeful laugh.

He was right. Drunk, but right. Vanz was on her end too, wearing only underwear and a sport bra after two careful rejected dares. And to all sense, she would NEVER let go of any of them in front of those drunk guys. It was a wrong thing to lost the pajama shirt for refusing to do a few ballet move and the pajama trouser for rejection of a sleepover at Phelps' room. However, it was far too late to regret it.

Both of them could not believe that. They had kissed, and it was not that hard to kiss again, but in front of them?

"Sorry," Sebastian said, softer than a whisper, before finally he kiss her softly, without any response from the other party and a loud cheer from the other two princes.

The kiss they shared was soft and innocent, despite the fact that they were all drunk. Vanz gave in to the kiss more than she ever be when she was drunk, Sebastian pinted out. However, she wasn’t that drunk now. Vanz glared at Leonard again, and then he said stop.

"I'm so gonna fucking killing you," she said.

"Easy, there, princess," Leonard laughed jokingly.

Sebastian rolled his eyes, consciously licking his lips. The boy was angry too, even though he secretly enjoys the warmness of her soft red lips.

"But it was fucking hot," Phelps said, followed by Leonard's laugh.

Vanz get redden, but the boy seemed to be less embarrass of what happened just now. He took the bottle and spinned it roughly, silently planning on revenge. His smile developing into something twisted and almost cruel when it slowed to a stop pointing directly at Leonard.

“Whoa,” he heard Phelps whisper awkwardly. “Sebastian looks kinda scary.”

“I know,” Vanz whispered back after regaining her normal state. “Like in a horror movie where he killed Leonard or something… I like that.”

“Shut up!” Leonard hissed.

“Truth or dare?” asked Sebastian challengingly.

Leonard smiled, calmly replied, “Dare.”

The youngest boy looked satisfied as he directly gave him the dare. "French kiss my brother... Well, until I say stop."

His brother's friend's smile quickly fades away, followed by a horror-stricken face of his brother. An awkward silence took over among them before Phelps burst to a yell, "Are you fucking out of your mind?! What if I say that no one's gonna give me a fucking French kiss?!"

"I believe he wasn't talking to you, Phelps," Vanz stood up, smiling innocently toward the prince. "It's rather rude to say this to a prince, though, but Leonard is on his fucking knees and I bet you're going to give in. It wasn't a problem."

"Oh, it wasn't my problem, huh?" Phelps looks at her annoyedly.

"Yes, as what you say to me," she return Phelps' own words with a cold smile. "So perhaps you just need to stay calm and let him finish his dare..."

The speech was cut out by Leonard, who quickly shouted, "I never say that I will do the dare!"

"Oh, I do remember that there's tons of dishes that need to be clean up in the kitchen," Vanz smiled.

"Also the palace's toilet on the highest floor that hasn’t been cleaned for a month," Sebastian agreed as he nodded his head, calculating, with the desire to corner him.

"Ah! I believe that Ian has to do every laundry from the palace, right? Got hundreds of dirty underwears and clothes. So it will all be blamed to Leonard for three month full?" The girl smiled again innocently.

"Perhaps so. He did not want to take his dare," the other replied.

"So," Vanz looked at Leonard again, "What is it? The whole palace underwear and dirty toilets or your best friend?"

The decision had been made for him.

Leonard crawled toward Phelps with a glare at Sebastian and grabbed his head to pull him forward.

"Leo, you won't..."

His sentence was cut off by Leonard's angry tone, "Until you say stop, right?"

"Yes."

He quickly kissed his best friend, forcing his tongue in. He roughly invaded his mouth. His tongue played around with Phelps'. Sucking it, kissing it, licking it. Exploring every cavern of his mouth. Phelps couldn’t help it. He moaned into his mouth.

"Isn't this too much?" Vanz said to Sebastian.

The boy was the opposite of his love, though. He didn't seem to willing saying stop so quickly. He waited until both of them was as red as tomato and longing for breath.

"You can stop now," Sebastian smiled, full of victory.

"Oh, Sebas, you're gonna pay for this!" Phelps cried aloud. The other party just laughs.

Vanz sighed as he collect her pajamas and put them on the table, then heading to the closet and wear the black and white checkered shirt and a short. "Come on, cut this out. I'm tired, cold, and I need to help the chef. You all too, you need to recover from your dizziness before you come back again."

"Eh? So no one lose?" Asked Leonard.

Sebastian sighed heavily. "Yeah."

The girl glanced at Phelps, who seemed to be over-shock with everything happened. "Phelps, you're okay?"

It seemed that Vanz failed to notice, unlike the other, that everything about Phelps exuding an aura of Don’t-You-Dare-Fucking-Talk-To-Me-Or-I’ll-Rip-Your-Head-Off.

Phelps turned rapidly at her, screaming, "I'm not GAY!!!"

Sebastian couldn't help but laughed out loud, Leonard buried his face into his blazer, and Vanz--no one knows exactly whether she was shocked or embarrassed—turned around and opened the door quickly, making her way out.

The prince was trying to get her back. “Hey, V, wait for...”

“Don’t you dare touch me after that horrible kiss!” And then she leave.



Meanwhile, the girl who quickly recovered from her dizziness was running along the garden, using the shortcut to the kitchen. She saw countless butterflies and flowers, with the fresh scent of the forest. She always loves this place. Outside the crowded castle, at least she could find a peace place along with it unbeatable beauty.

Vanz was on her way to the kitchen when she saw Sharon, walking around with her head held high and twelve inches of make ups. She planned to escape, but unfortunately she got no such luck. Sharon saw her first, then cried, "Hey, you! Do you see my dear Sebastian?!"

Ugh. That old lady saw me, she thought. She turned around and replied, "You're his fiancée. You should be the one knowing that, not me."

"He ran off my sight! He is your future king, and you are merely his personal servant! You should know where he is!" She burst out to a yell.

"Why should I know?" She replied again, annoyed.

"He's your prince! Damnit, just tell me where he is!"

"Let me make one thing clear in your mind, okay?!" The girl couldn't stand it anymore. "He's not my prince and I hate him with all my life."

But it was the words that she really shouldn't say.

Vanz never imagine what happened if the prince heard it. She hope he wouldn't. But it was too late. Sharon pointed out to her back.

Sebastian stood behind her.

Vanz widened her eyes when she saw Sebastian behind her. She could tell from his looks that he was mad. He looked to her eyes deeply, questioning her words. Without hesitation, her body started to tremble. "I... I..."

"Is that how much you hate me?" He asked, sending a voice colder than ice, sharper than a blade.

The girl could not directly answer. He did not look happy with it. He grabbed Vanz by her collar. Vanz whimpered.

"Answer me, goddamnit!" He cried.

"I... I can't tell..."

Slap.

The demand was the same. "Answer!"

Vanz closer her eyes, put her head down to cover the tears that threatening to burst out of her eyes. "I do hate you. I don't know how much, but I do."

She could felt as if she was flying before Sebastian threw her to the ground, hurting her back like hell.

"No one hates me!" Sebastian cried aloud.

"Pe... People have their own opinion, Sebastian," Vanz said slowly, shaking to the pain on her back. "I guess tha—"

Slap.

"You did not hate me!" He cried. "No one ever hate me!"

"Dear..." Sharon tried to get close.

Vanz stared at the ground. It hurts. Not her back, not her cheeks. Something inside her—her little heart—felt like it wants to shatter to pieces. She could not say anything more.

Silence.

The prince started to regain his pride, standing upright with a cold-glare, keeping his voice still. "Fine. I don't care about if a piece of shit hates me. Go out of my sight."

Sharon took the opportunity to slide her arm on his, and walked back to the gate of the castle with him. Vanz could saw an evil smirk on her face before they get into the huge palace again.

Vanz slowly moved up, trying to stand on her feet again. She looked around. The beautiful scenery she saw minute before had gone, replaced by a lifeless garden, decorated with an extremely hard rain.

She felt that she could not handle it no more. She fell once more onto the ground, finding herself helplessly waiting for someone to pick her up.

Nevertheless, no one would do that, right?

She laughed sadly as a piece of memory travelled fast to her mind. Sebastian used to pick her up when she fell like that. He would put her back to her bed and gave her medicine if she need it.

He would not come... He would not...

Eh? What happened to her? Why did she expect him to come this much? She hate him, right? As much as she knew, she hate him.

Why? Why?

She was expecting him?

What is this feeling?

"Princess?!" A loud familiar voice broke the silence of the day.

Through her blur image of her eyes, she could see someone came for her. But it was not Sebastian.

"P... Phelps, eh?" She said as he carried her anxiously, confused by why she laid there of all place. She could feel the warm hand hugging her until she lost all of her sense and her sight.



“Hey, you, what are you doing?” A small voice called.

Who’s calling?

“Hey...”

Who is it?

“Hey... Hey...”

"Princess... Princess!" Vanz woke up to the sound of Leonard and Phelps, who directly hugged her tight when she opened her eyes.

"Why..."

"You fainted in front of the castle," Leonard said as he gave her a blanket.

Vanz looked down, hold on the tears as she remembers the sorrowful moment of the day. She could not believe that she was taken aback so far because of that action. She hate him. She hate him. Why she was so hurt when he said she was just a piece of shit?

True, it had been a long time since he called her with such a title. Maybe she just have a great shock because of their fine relationship lately, and hasn’t have any idea that he would be so mad like that.

She sighed and holds her feelings back, smiling as she raised her head high to face the two worried princes. "I'm fine, I'm just a little bit tired. Sorry, I made you two worry."

"Sure?" Phelps seemed to be the lot worried compared to the other.

"I'm sure as hell," she laughed.

Leonard returns her smile by a wide grin as he pulled Phelps out of the room. "We'll get you hot soup from the castle if there were any. Just wait here for a minute and take a rest, okay?"

Soon after Vanz nodded, the two disappear with a soft sound of closing door. She hold her cheek and rub it gently. The pain was still there.

A tear flow out of her eyes. She could not believe it. She failed to notice something inside her toward the boy, something beside her hate. She was so close to the answer, but she could not find it. She was drowning into a painful ocean, deep to her lonely soul, until she heard the door opened and closed.

Erasing her tears, she raised her face. How surprised she was when what she saw was not Phelps or Leonard.

Sebastian Keen.

"Hey, V," he said coldly, "What happened to you again this time?"

Vanz hesitated to answer. "Nothing."

"I know you'd say that," he responded to her answer with an emotionless face. "Be sure not to make everyone busy just because you cease to work tomorrow. You are just merely a servant."

The girl nodded. Somehow, she felt that the relationship between prince and slave had returned to them. She knew it would hurt her, but she didn't predict that it would be this painful.

Especially when he said ‘merely a servant’. Why did he need to be so cruel after she said that she hate him? It was just words, right?

Ah, ‘merely a servant’ were also just words, and it hurts so much.

“So... Sorry...” She voiced out.

Slap.

“What did you need to be sorry of? You did nothing wrong,” he replied, smiling evilly toward her, keeping his head held high, full of arrogances.

Vanz knew she should stop. She tried to close her mouth with both of her trembling hands, but it did not work. The voice keep coming, and suddenly her eyes cried a rivulet of tears. They didn’t stop flowing. Vanz tried hard, but it seemed that something inside her didn’t allow it to stop.

“Stop crying!” the prince cried in anger.

The girl tried her best, closing her mouth even tighter to stop saying ‘sorry’ to the prince. But she couldn’t.

Why couldn’t she?

“I said stop crying! Stop making others worry!” Sebastian cried, grabbing the collar.

Vanz bite her lips until the taste of copper finally reached her tongue and stop her from saying anything. With some drops of tears still flowing, she nodded again.

Sebastian smiled with satisfaction, opened the door and slammed soon after he was out.

Vanz sighed and stood up, walking slowly toward the table. She was scared. Something hurt her so much.

She looked at the mirror beside the table and saw a reflection of herself. She looked lifeless, the only thing that showed that she was alive was her black shining eyes. Laughing endlessly at her own pale reflection on the mirror, she couldn’t stop. She laughed pitifully at herself, panting for breath.

She was so stupid. Just what was exactly the thing that bothered her so much? Why couldn’t she stop this ridiculous feelings?

Just when she realized that she was being to pathetic of pitying herself, tired as hell, her body suddenly react to the cold of the night.

She coughed.

Each cough sapped up another inch of her energy. Each cough dried up her lungs. Each cough made her throat hurt. She was in pain. Her head was a burning sensation, followed by a blur image in front of her. Her stomach hurt because of all the coughing and vomiting out cakes and drinks that she ate at the small party.

She tried to prevent herself from crying but it failed miserably. Her tears fell like pearls from a broken string. Uncontrollable and unstoppable. She cried, letting out all she suffering she had to endure over all those years.

She fell onto the ground before she finally manage to scrawled and climbed to her bed, collapesed of exhaustion.

A voice echoed in her ears.

“Why would anyone do that?”

She laughed.



Phelps walked upstairs to his little brother's room, who was drawing the rose in front of him roughly. "Hey."

"Oh, it's you." Came the cold reply.

"You better check princess out," Phelps said, "She fainted this afternoon in front of the castle. She is a strong girl, so I think it is not a big deal, but she seemed a bit aback because of something. You're close with her, go talk to her."

Sebastian was shocked, but he hide it with the scariest glare ever. "Don't you see that I'm busy here?"

"Whoa, I'm just telling you. Leonard take the hot soup to her room now, you better check her out later."

The prince stood up and threw his brush to the wall beside Phelps. "Shut the hell up, okay? I don't care about that piece of shit, just left me alone!"

Phelps was taken aback. He took it as his cue to leave.

Meanwhile, Sebastian hit the wall with his fist until it slightly bleeds. "Why did he remind me of her again?! She said she hate me, okay?!" And he fell down to the ground and smiled sadly. “She hates me...”