I opened one eye and looked around the room. It seems I fell out of bed. I tried to get up, but it was not easy - my head was buzzing, the body refused to obey. I barely got to the bed and knelt, leaning on the edge of the bed with my elbows. Something is wrong here. There were two pillows on the bed, although I usually do without them. The blanket slid to the floor - apparently, I tossed and turned in my sleep. And the bedding was white, not red ...

Suddenly a door creaked behind my back. I did not have time to look around when a kiss broke out on my cheek.

“Good morning, honey,” Sveta cooed.

- Light ?! - I hardly sat on the bed and, overcoming dizziness, looked at her. - Are you angry at me... ? I have so much ... spoken ... I'm a fool ... I ... I wanted ... to ask ...

She did not let me finish and dug a kiss into my lips. In the first second I was taken aback, but then I hugged her and pulled her to me. Only then I noticed that we were both naked, and water was still flowing from her hair.

“I’ve been waiting for this for two days,” she whispered, unstuck from me and looking into my eyes. “I miss you, Shane, I ...”

“Wait,” I stopped her. - What are two days? You and I just broke up last night. I put you in a taxi, and then ...

- That's right, - she smiled, - only this happened not yesterday, but the day before yesterday. That night I barely slept, cried all the time. Then she went to the bathroom, and when she came out, he was waiting for me in the bedroom. He said that our quarrel did not change anything, that the car was already running, that ... well, he said a lot of things, for which I was ready to kill him. Then he told me to go to school and get paid, and then went to the landlord and paid him off. When I did everything and returned home, he was already waiting for me there ... by the way, would you teach me to come and go like this without using the doors? ... He brought me here, gave me a dress, so I changed clothes, sent me a hairdresser and a manicurist, then a jeweler, then someone else. Then I was escorted to the gym, and there you were waiting for me ... really, you behaved a bit unusual - joked a lot, laughed, drank wine ... he warned me that you would behave strangely, but that I should not be frightened they say, all the fuss just for me is satisfied that everyone will look only at me ... In general, that was it ... Then you went up to the room, saying that you were tired. I stayed a little longer, because he said that if I leave too early, the guests will take it as an insult. When, apart from relatives, there was no one left, I apologized, said that I was also very tired, and went up here. You already slept, so I did not wake you up ...

“Here is a bastard,” I said through clenched teeth, looking past her.

- You talking to me? - she pouted her lips.

“No, honey, it's me about him,” I ran my fingertips down her cheek and kissed her nose.

“Have you woken up, doves?” A mocking voice rang in my head. - “In fifteen minutes we are waiting for you in the Blue Living Room.” Lyuvilla has a special gift for you. Dress uniform Decorations for the ladies in your dressing table. "

“Go to the devil,” I said angrily. Sveta looked at me in bewilderment.

“The devil is not a reception day,” he laughed.

- What happened? - she touched the fingers of my cheek.

“Get dressed, they have a special gift for us,” I said, and stood up.

“My hair hasn't dried yet,” she said bewilderedly.

I grinned and ordered the water to leave her hair.

“Wow,” she ran to the mirror and began to preen. - How did you do it?

“This is my ability,” I sighed, putting on my pants. - I am the Prince of Elements, water, earth, air, fire, electricity in any manifestations and combinations are subject to me.I can control the moisture of the air, I can control the blood in my own body, coffee in a cup, water in the ocean. I can not cause a flame - or rather, I can, of course, but with the help of spells - but I can order an almost extinct fire to flare up brighter. And due to the fact that I know how to manage electricity, I am also subject to human emotions, feelings, in principle, any manifestations of nervous activity - thinking, memory, will ... I can force any person to worship me and to fulfill any of my orders, even if in others Under the circumstances, this person would never go for it ...

“Ah ...” she began, but stopped.

“I have never applied my abilities to you,” I answered her unspoken question.

- Why?

I shrugged:

- It seemed to me that I would insult you with this.

- You do not want to insult me? - she squinted at me, even ceasing to pull the corset.

I shook my head:

“I've never had anything like this before,” I admitted. - Do not you think, I had a lot of women. There was Freya, but ... I never thought about her feelings, about whether my actions offend her, whether they humiliate her ... Are you different ... I don’t know ... I really do care .. I can't see you cry ... Before, I didn’t react at all to women's tears. For me it was, you know, like a crying doll. It looks cool, but does not cause any emotions ...

- So, those nasty things that you told me ...? - she turned back to the mirror, trying to tighten the corset. I snapped my fingers, and the laces clasped tightly around her figure. She already screamed in surprise.

- It was from anger. I was so angry with my grandfather that at some point I stopped controlling my words ... Sorry, I really did not want to offend you ...

I put on my shirt, and while the buttons were fastened at my command, I made Svetlana a haircut. I did not pick up her hair, but just curled it a little, fastened a few strands on the back of my head with a gold barrette, and allowed the rest of the curls to picturesquely crumble along her almost bare shoulders and back. I found an elegant set with sapphires in the dressing table.

We left the room, I snapped my fingers, ordering the door to close, and led Sveta along a narrow corridor to the stairs to the second floor.

The blue living room - a favorite venue for small celebrations in a narrow family circle - is located on the second floor of the eastern wing. My room - the room, not the room, like the other inhabitants of the Palace - is located on the third floor of the south wing, in the same place where the rooms of employees are located. I specifically asked to settle me separately from other family members, because, like my father, I prefer peace and quiet, and I don’t really like it when curious relatives scurry along the corridor past my door. In addition, I sometimes lead to women, often not very heavy behavior. It is easier for me to take them up the back stairs through the entrance for the servants in the south wing than to go through the main hall up the main stairs past the Throne Hall and the library where my family spends so much time. Of course, I am sure that the grandfather knows about all my mistresses and can say with accuracy up to a minute when and whom I brought to my room, but so far only he knows about it, it doesn’t bother me much. Much more I get strained by understanding and sympathetic views of the guard, condemning the sighs of aunts and envious whispering uncles.

We descended one flight along the main staircase of the southern wing, walked along a small dim balcony over the Main staircase, descended another flight and walked along the soft carpet of the central hall of the second floor of the north wing. Soon there will be a turn to the right. On the right hand there will be the massive doors of a large library where the grandfather lived for a long time, a little further on the left there will be the door of the Yellow Living Room, where we sometimes receive delegations, and even further along the corridor is the Blue Living Room.

We turned to the right, and I froze and frowned. We stood on the threshold of the Throne Room, which is located on the first floor of the west wing. What the heck?

“Come in, don't be shy,” the voice of his grandfather came out of nowhere.

Light squeezed my hand harder. I clenched my free hand into a fist and took a step forward.

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