Chapter 3: Meeting the King
A shiny black limousine? Okay what is really going on? I turn to Sir Ranold to ask but he walks up to the limo door and opens it quickly. I am hesitant about getting in but I don't see I have much of a choice, I slide into the limo and am brought up short to see someone already inside.
The limousine door closes and Sir Ranold makes his way to the seat up front next to the driver. The security partition between the front and back slowly closes and I finally take a good look at the man who was sitting on the other side of me.
KING HARRID
I sit there gaping for a second before remembering myself and slam my mouth close. Of course I recognized him, he is the king. I know he ordered me detained but why am I in his limo? He can see my distress but says not a word just observes me and I in turn openly stare at him.
His hair black as night looked mused as if someone had run their hand through it a few too many times, he is wearing a dark blue business suit with crisp white shirt and dark blue tie, his hands looked sturdy but it was when my eyes started to travel lower he says "You finished?"
My gaze jumps right to his. The dark eyes have a hint of humor but I just nod my head.
Since I am in the presence of a King I know better than to speak without permission even I who bucks the rules a lot knows that much.
We travel along for what seems like forever but was probably only five minutes in complete silence. I alternate looking a my hands in my lap and peeking looks at him. Every time I look to him he is staring at me, I am left to wonder for the millionth time what what is going on?
Finally the silence is broken by the driver over the intercom letting the passengers know about a detour due to an accident up ahead. I looked out the window for the first time and saw we were headed towards the suburbs. He must have seen the question on my face for he suddenly says "We are heading to the home of a friend of mine, your questions will be answered when we arrive."
Not sure if I am allowed to speak I raise my hand a little. He just laughed while looking at my meek request to speak.
"You are curious as to why you were taken from the airport I assume."
"Well yes" I reply. "But mostly why am I in your limo?"
He laughs once again before speaking "Because I wished it so. As I just said your questions will be answered in full after we arrive at our destination."
Since I am not going to get any answers now I start checking out the limos interior. There was what looked like a mini bar, the intercom system and a vase of pink roses. Roses? Now you're wondering why a vase of roses would stump me, well it is the type of rose in the vase.
The roses in this limo are Timpika roses, you haven't heard of Timpika roses? These were a new variety of roses recently founded a few years ago when I attended university. There shouldn't have been any outside of the university's botany lab but here was a vase of a dozen perfect pink ones.
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