Alexander was really tired. The day had been so long for him. All he wanted for now was eat some food and sleep tight. And come to think of it, he had not eaten anything since he woke. But why didn’t he feel hungry at all? He had just eaten an apple and yet he felt so full. Had he eaten a whole cow before he was poisoned?

Pushing the thoughts at the back of his mind, he quickened his pace and he could now see his room a few steps away. So much was going through his mind and all he wanted was to rest. The food could wait. He saw a maid coming his way with that shy look on her face. She was holding her hands nervously and he could see she wanted to say something, so he halted right on the door to his room.

"Your Highness?" She called and walked close to where he was.

"Yes," he said, irritated. He was missing his bed so badly and this was maid was distracting him right now. If only she knew!

"I... I wanted to tell you... I.."

"You what?" He asked in a harsh tone, making the maid to stiffen.

"I wanted to tell you that your food is served in your room," she said in a shaky voice. Alexander nodded in understanding before he asked,

"Anything else?"

"No," the maid said after a while.

"Good." He smiled at her making her blush more harder. Did he affect her that much? She bowed slightly before she left with dreamy eyes, all the while throwing furtive glances at him. Alexander just shook his head before he pushed the door to his room open.

Alexander walked in without taking notice of someone on his bed. His gaze landed on the table first where an empty tray and dirty plates were. His eyes squinted at this. Had the maid he had just met not told her that his food was served in his room? Not that he was hungry but he wanted to know. Or did the maid eat the food? But why would she do that?

His eyes shifted to his bed and the sight that caught him nearly made his heart jump out of his chest. A woman, a maid at that was lying on his bed! Where did she even get the guts? And now that he saw her, that answered who ate all the food on the tray. He walked closer to where she slept.

A few candles were lit in the room, dimly lighting it. He could see her face clearly now. His head throbbed in pain suddenly. He closed his eyes tightly letting the pain succumb. But why did this happen to him right now?

He looked at her face again and now that he saw it clearly, foreign emotions filled his heart and mind. Why did she look so familiar yet strange to him? Had he met her before? He studied her closely. Her features were sharp. Her face was as beautiful as a godess’s, her lips inviting, and her blonde hair complimented her flawless skin well. Her skin was sun kissed. His gaze travelled southwards but he stopped before he could think of something stupid.

Right! What was she doing in his room? Maybe he should wake her up and ask her instead. He gazed back at the sleeping beauty. Her face was radiant than any other he had seen. He looked at her peaceful face and his fingers inched for a touch. He held his hand out instinctively but was able to control his curiosity. Damn it! Why did it feel so good to run his fingers on her flawless skin?

Her face was the type that would keep a man awake all night just to stare at the sleeping fairy. He could not help now and let his gaze travel her length. He gazed longer at her full breasts and her shapely legs. Gods! This was invoking his feelings now. He was getting aroused by each passing second. How would it feel to have a taste of those alluring luscious lips?

Damn it! He cursed for the nth time. Why couldn’t he control his emotions? He was sure he had met many beautiful women as a prince. But why did she feel all different? He shook his head again because it was throbbing in pain. He ran his fingers through his hair to calm himself when he noticed her move. His heart raced in anticipation as he waited for what would happen next. Wait! Was his heart racing? But why? Before he could think further, Isadora rolled on the bed facing the side where Alexander stood. She pouted her lips driving Alexander more crazy.

"Alexander," she mumbled his name before she held the pillow close to her chest.

Wait. Did she just say his name? Now Alexander was startled, confused and surprised at the same time. How did she know him? Don’t be ridiculous Alex. Of course she is a maid. How could she fail to know him? But the question is, why did she say his name? Was she dreaming of him? He had seen it; how the maids grew dreamy whenever they came across him. He had his looks to thank for that. But this maid. Why did she look different from the rest? But how so? Alexander knew that something was different with this maid but he couldn’t know what it exactly it was.

"Kiss me," she said in her dreamy state.

What? Alexander looked surprised. What exactly was going on her mind? Was he kissing her in here dream. His gaze shifted to her pouted lips and he lost it all. Oh gods! She was too beautiful to ignore. She pouted her lips more driving him crazy. Oh no! He was clearly losing it now. And before he knew it, he was inching closer to where she was, his hypnotized gaze never leaving her pouted lips.

"Yes. Kiss me," she said again. And now Alexander lost it all. His breath came out in rugged breaths as he inched closer to her lips. How would it feel to have a taste of those luscious lips? Kiss her! His mind screamed at her and warned at the same time. A voice, that he couldn’t hear clearly was telling him to stop, but his body and mind were acting differently. And before he could even know, his lips landed softly on hers, blocking any thoughts in his mind.

’Just a taste,’ he told his body. But the moment his lips landed on hers, the thought vanished into thin air. Gods! She was tasting heavenly. Not even heavens ambrosia could be compared to this. And at this rate, he wouldn’t stop. He wished someone to knock on the door or barge in the room that instant to stop him but no one did unfortunately.

The kiss that had only been termed as just a taste grew wilder now. He sucked the air out of her, his tongue sliding into her mouth as he searched for hers. And when he found it, they entwined, earning a soft moan from her. He sucked her lips as if his life depended on it before he felt her stiffen on the bed. This did not make him stop though. He continued kissing her, knocking the air out of her lungs until she was breathless before she pushed him from the bed. He looked around startled by what was happening even if he knew. He stared back at her and found her staring at him with a surprised look.

"Alex? What were you doing?" She asked.

That voice! It was the sweetest voice he had ever had. It was as if she had spellbound him with her voice because he was now looking at her with that crazed look. She blinked her eyes twice driving him more crazy. Gods! Everything about her was perfect. He didn’t even hear what she has asked but he could guess it right anyways.

"You? I should ask you. What are you doing here?" He asked instead. His voice never sounded angry or intimidating as usual when he asked questions to other people? But why? He had to admit that this woman was simply driving him crazy. Crazy was in fact an understatement. She was doing things to him that he didn’t even know.

Isadora was shocked by Alexander’s question. What exactly did he mean when he asked what she was doing here? Was he going mad? Or didn’t he recognize her? She thought about her disguise but she was certain it had fallen off. But why then did he look at her as if she were some stranger?

"You? I’m asking you. Why are you sleeping in my bed? And where the hell did you take my food?" He asked without taking a breath. And the way she looked at him, it was really affecting him. It was like she knew him since he was born. But she was a maid!