My Guardian - Shivani Sharma (rm book recommendations .txt) 📗

pain, “Ok, maybe later,” she said and ran off to the garden, from what she heard was her mother’s favorite spot. Kneeling down beside the pond did she weep.

 

Sara walked up behind her, a sorrowful expression on her face. Glancing up into the cherry blossom tree, she saw the figure looming within. His posture enraged but dismayed with the young girls’ unhappiness. ‘You wish to take her now, don’t you, Jared?’

 

“Princess,” her voice low.

 

Whirling around she sprang to her feet and hugged the woman’s legs tightly, small body trembling as she cried. “Sara…”

 

“Alia,” Sara dropped to her knees to her level. “Life here won’t be easy for you, but it will get better. I love you, your mother loved you… and someone else loves you more than you could ever imagine.”

 

Hiccupping and wiping the tears from her eyes with a small fist, Alia answered, “Who could love me, Father said I killed Mother, that’s why he doesn’t love me… I’m nothing special…”

 

“You are more than special,” the man whispered so quietly it was carried in the wind and never reached the two’s ears.

 

“You never killed your mother, she was ill when she went into labor. Your mother loved you.” Sara lifted the girl's chin. “Three of us love you.”

 

“Who else?”

 

“Someone who you will meet later,” giving the girl a reassuring smile, she ruffled her hair. “He wouldn’t want to see you like this, Alia.”

 

“Who?” her tears were gone but the medic wiped her face clean of any evidence she had been crying through her eyes were slightly red.

 

Grinning, Sara answered, “Your Prince Charming.”

 

“I’ll have one like in those fairy-tales!” Alia asked excitedly.

 

“Of course, and he’s closer than you think, but Alia,” her voice became a little harder, “don’t listen to anything your father or sister says, it’s all lies.”

 

“Ok, thank you, Sara,” she said embracing the woman again, who looked up and found the man nod his head in his own silent thanks. “Sara, is my Prince Charming my guardian angel?”

 

“What makes you think that?” the woman was curious.

 

“Is he watching me? I feel like he’s close by.”

 

Sara was wide-eyed, Jared was surprised, “How close?” the blonde asked.

 

“Here in the garden, and with me when I sleep. Everywhere I go, he goes.”

 

‘Perhaps there’s more to this bond than I thought.’ The medic answered, “He will always be with you, even when you are feeling down. He wouldn’t want to see you cry.”

 

“Then I’ll be strong for him,” the girl grinned and ran off to play further in the garden, watched by two pairs of eyes.

 

Kidnapped

 

8 YEARS LATER,

 

(3rd person P.O.V)

 

“Alia,” her red-haired twin called, her voice mocking, as she walked into said sisters’ room, “suitors are coming and I highly doubt one will choose you.” Her bright red eyes gleaming with cruelty and her clothes were a red dress that showed too much skin and rode to high on her legs. On her head, she wore a gold headdress with rubies embedded into it.

 

The oldest princess sighed, ignoring her, glancing over her sister, “Well, if you show them you have more to offer.” She was in a simple white gown and a silver tiara that curved around her head in an elegant design with a single white diamond cherry blossom shaped pendant placed in the center just on her forehead.

 

“I have more to offer than I could say for you.” She answered snobbishly.

 

“By sleeping with them, you degrade your body that much? We’re only twelve.” Alia sat on her bed, having just finished a session in learning medicine from Zara, who she had trained with for about two years. Silky white canopy drapes at the end of the four large bedposts, the same color of her bedspread. A large cherry blossom rug was placed in the center of her room and the walls were white with painted pastel white Alia’s falling on each wall. White lacy curtains swayed in the cool summer breeze at the open door that leads out to the balcony. Moving to the balcony she stood at the stone railing leaning over it slightly as she could see carriages that were bringing many princes who would ask for either her or Amy’s hand.

 

Alia, however, wouldn’t give her hand to any. She had to wait for her to be taken away from this place, she heard his voice. At first, she thought she was dreaming, but she had woken up once and had seen the figure of a man in her room; that must have been the guardian she had always known was watching over her. But as she opened her tired eyes, he was gone but was close by.

 

She couldn’t deny she was drawn to him, but she knew nothing about him. She knew however, she fell in love with his voice… so rich and soft.

 

“Not like they would go for you,” the youngest girl walked onto the platform behind her sister who was in a daydream. “Daydreaming about someone who would love you as they do me?” she questioned her tone despiteful, “No one in their right mind would love you.”

 

‘That’s where you’re wrong,’ Alia didn’t voice it out, “Life has its ups and downs, someone loves me, somewhere. And if not now, someone will.”

 

“Not when the poor sap knows you’re a killer,” the red-head snorted. “Father always said I’ll be a great Queen.”

 

“Will you even be faithful to your King?” Alia asked. “A Queen sleeping with men other than her husband, where’s the loyalty in that? Even the thought of that disgusts me.”

 

“You’re just jealous be—”

 

“No, I’m not jealous! I simply have more dignity than giving my body away.” Alia growled, “Listen, you’re still my sister, and I want you to respect yourself.”

 

The younger princess frowned, “Why would I listen to a murderer? If anything, you should have died, not Mother.” Turning on her heel, she left the room.

 

No matter how much Alia knew that wasn’t true, the hurt she felt in her heart didn’t waver.

 

Lying down on her bed, Alia hid her forlorn expression, then she whispered, “You have no idea how much I had wished I had died,” a few tears had appeared in her eyes, “but the thought of you and Zara are the only reasons I haven’t ended my life. When can you take me away from here?” she asked quietly, knowing her watcher was close by, listening. At the moment, she really wanted to hear his voice.

 

Only after she closed her eyes did she hear it, his tone dismayed, “Only when you blossom. Wait for me.”

 

“When is that?” the princess inquired as she felt sleep consume her.

 

“Soon…” came the reply, and she could have sworn she caught a slight glimpse of her friend who was always hiding in the shadows. “Sleep well, Alia…” She fell asleep, loving the way he said her name.

 

After 5 years later

 

(Alia P.O.V)

 

Grinning sinisterly to myself as I walked back to my room,  I had managed to thwart yet another attempt at marriage, despite what my father and sister had said many years ago, I had many suitors after my heart, or just for my body, I noticed. Think about how they were checking me out with lust in their eyes disgust me.

 

 I didn’t miss all of those gazes they gave me when they have seen me, I was always quite observant. Amy had become jealous with all of the attention I sister was getting, but with each of the guys failed attempts to woo her and me rejecting each and everyone, she had them all to herself. I wondered why she and the King had always said she would never be a beautiful princess. But that all changed when I turned fourteen, I  was thin and fit, my face heart-shaped and large green eyes that captivated their soul with one look and shoulder-length white locks that looked as if made of silk.

 

Amy had always been the one getting the attention from the males who sought the two princesses’ hand in marriage, but now it had been two years since the youngest girl of the royal family began to feel washed out when all the men had cast their eyes upon her older sister.

 

Now at the age of sixteen, I had felt confident. I had proved my father and sister wrong, I have become beautiful, I have blossomed. Entering my room, I thought about  Did that mean I  could be taken away from here? Now?

 

Or did I just think I had blossomed only to stay here for how much longer?

 

Catching some movement at the corner of my eye, I looked up only to see a man in black grinning before he appeared in front of me and hit me on the back of my neck. Letting out a yelp my world was surrounded by darkness.

 

I  feel someone throwing me on their shoulder after teeing my hand and legs before I fully got unconscious.

Finding out Alia is Missing

(Jared P.O.V)

 

Finishing off the group of eighteen men, I  emerged victoriously. My expression was hard and my dark eyes narrowed on each of the dead bodies. Sheathing my katana back at my waist I wasted no time in returning to the castle.

 

Alia was safe.

 

It was well past the setting sun when I had returned; it had taken me a day to find the group I had just finished off and moments to destroy them and another day to return. They were planning to take Alia away from me; I would not let that happen. Could not let that happen. I had promised myself that when I found her when she was born and promised the deceased Queen and Sara I would kill to protect her.

 

And I did.

 

I hated having to leave Alia alone for even the slightest amount of time, I was always there. it was my first time gone for more than two hours; I was gone for two days. But I thought of them coming after she forced me to make up my mind and leave her in order to protect her. It was a choice I had to make, but I hated being away from her for too long. Her life was complicated. Jared just prayed that she was safe while I was away. I would never leave for such a long time again, I swore it!

 

Upon entering her room through I balcony, my non-beating heart froze. Sniffing lightly, I could smell Alia and someone else, but I knew it was an unidentified male. Scowl forming my features as I looked out of the window I had entered.

 

How could