Royal Princess: Doted On By The Mafia King

"Hello," she replied him softly as she rolled and laid on her side.

"How was the ceremony?" He asked her concerned.

"It was fine. I will be busy from now onward with my duties as a princess and my preparation for school. I won't be able to start tomorrow but I will be available soon," she narrated to him.

"Ok. So, how do you find life in the palace?"

"I don't know. I have only spent a few hours in here. I will get to know by and by," she replied sincerely.

"You don't sound too good. Are you okay?"

"I am fine. I just woke up from a short nap. Today has been a little hectic and the days ahead won't be easy too but I am ready," she told him confidently.

"I am here for you, okay?"

Rose liked how it sounded but she did not want to reply him and sound like a weak and scared girl.

"You just arrived in the palace. They will have a lot of things to teach you before you finally leave for Star city. We will meet when you come to Star city."

"Okay."

Here in the palace, she was all alone. She knew nobody well, she could trust nobody and she was also scared that her life was in danger too. Her stepmother will definitely not let her be after taking the position of her son.

"You don't have to scared, Rosaline. I have my eyes on the palace twenty-four hours of everyday. No harm will come to you under my watch, okay? They won't dare hurt you in the palace. Where you will need protect is when going out."

"I am not scared, I am fine. I will get used to this place soon," she told offended by the way he spoke to her as though she was in a dangerous situation that needed his rescue. "I have to be here," she whispered under her breath.

"I am sure you will," he told her in total believe.

"I prepared your wedding gift here in Star city. When you arrive, I will take you to see it," he informed her with a hint of excitement.

"Ok," she replied him after clearing her throat to prevent her voice from sounding excited after she contacted his easily transferred excitement.

The two of them remained silent for the next few minutes. It was a simple silence without tension. Their minds was clear of all thoughts as they just enjoyed each other's company even if they had nothing to say to themselves for that moment.

Liam wished she was there with him physically and he could wrap his hands around her waist and enjoy the warmth she will give his chest from her back and kiss her neck. "I miss you," he suddenly broke the long silence his voice sounding husky in a sexy way.

Her heart raced fast with the words spoken with such voice. She slowed the lump that formed in her throat and closed her eyes. She knew nothing to say at that point that won't make her sound just the way she doesn't want to – a girl hungry for love.

"The house feels too large and quiet without you, so, I moved to my apartment in the city," he narrated to her. I don't sleep well in the city because the air isn't clean enough for me but I can't stay at home anymore. I just miss you so much."

She had no idea why the rate of her heartbeat seemed to further accelerate due to his complain that her brain felt too frozen to find a suitable reply. She was bothered by his baseless complain of how the air in the city was not clean for him.

"When you return to Star city, let us spend sometime together, okay?" he asked softly.

She remembered how his breath always brushed against her ear whenever he speaks this way close to her. She shivered from the feeling but she had no understanding as to why she felt that way.

"You should take care of yourself, bye then," he said with a disappointed that he was trying hard to hide from her. It was his fault for expecting more than he deserved from her and not her fault for not replying with those fours words he hoped to hear from her, 'I miss you too'.

"Wait!" she blurted out knowing he was about to hang up. She felt reluctant to end the call.

"Hmm?" Expectations brewing in his heart as he listened to hear her tell him what she had to say.

"I . . . I want you to help me find somebody," she immediately replied him although a little hesitant since she was not sure if the person really existed.

"Who do you want to find?" he asked after throwing his expection off the window of his mind.

"I want to find a boy. My mother said a boy warned her about something. I am still wondering if it was an actual human or she was seeing things before her death."

"It is a human, an actual human being," Liam replied confident of his answer.

"Then help me find that boy. I want to know how the boy knew what was going to happen to us, although I am not sure how you are confident that she was not seeing things," she told him.

"Okay, I will find the boy."

Knowing that he was unwilling to let her know how he knew, she decided to ignore it. "Well, thanks then," she told him and hung up without warning.

Liam gazed at the screen of his smartphone and he shook his head with a smile. It was obvious that she was angry with him for not telling her how he knew but he was only waiting for the right time which isn't now or on the phone. If he ever tells her, he wants to tell her when they meet.

Rose scoffed as she sat on her bed. With him having so many secrets, how did he expect her to trust him?

She shook her head and stood up. She stretched and yawned before she heard a soft careful knock on the door. It must be a staff. She glanced down at her dress that she did not bother to change before taking a nap and tried to straighten it out.

After a few seconds, the knock was repeated and she invited the person in.

It was a young lady perhaps in her mid-twenties with a pair of beautiful blue eyes and a blonde hair styled to make a bun. The lady smiled at her as soon as their eyes met before the lady dropped her gaze.

"My name is Mathilda Andrew and I am your assigned assistant. I would have introduced myself earlier but you needed rest. It is dinner time and the Royal family awaits your presence," the lady, Mathilda informed her.

Now, she has been assigned an assistant. "Who assigned you?" She was forced to asked as she looked at the lady suspiciously.

"The king," she replied still keeping her gaze down. "I will take you to your room right away so you could change and arrive before the king does."

Hearing that, Rose picked up her purse. The lady immediately led her to her room. That place was once her chamber. She was young then and liked to spend time in the Queen's chamber despite the fact that her mother was busy most of the time.

Her room had been remodelled and it was designed to her taste. Who ever did it, did a great job. She looked up to the ceiling and it still had the painting of a rose field with different colours. Her grandfather was the brain behind this too. She smiled.

This room was approximately two times larger than her room in the Whitfred's mansion. It was spacious and nice. Growing up, she used to hate staying here alone because it felt too large although her mother's room was larger but it never felt too big.

Her new assistant opened the door of the closet and made a gesture for her to follow which she did. As a talented fashion designer, Rose does not get easily amazed by dresses and she could easily tell a well designed cloth from one that isn't.

Staring around at the clothes in the closet, she knew that they were all designed by someone of great talent. She was not sure if the person was popular but the person did an awesome job of making the clothes look very elegant and beautiful.

"Do you know who designed the dresses?" she was forced to ask.

"Yes, the Queen's designer designed them all. It was the king's order. Some were designed recently but the others are her limited edition designs."

"You seem to know much about the clothes," Rose said without any underlying meaning.

"Oh . . . I was assigned to arrange the clothes along with two of my colleagues,"  the lady replied sincerely.

Rose simply smiled as she walked to a cream off-shoulder gown and removed it. She passed it to assistant and went in search of a shoe to go along with it.

"What about the shoes?" She was very much willing to take her time.. Those at the table will have to be patient with her.