Royal Princess: Doted On By The Mafia King

The outdoor dining table was in the garden. It was really cool with a white canopy that was designed to look like a white wool cap shielding her from the bright afternoon soon. Half way into her lunch which she had to eat late because she was waiting for Liam in her room, she felt a presence close to her.

She almost jumped up and it took a lot of effort for her chest to prevent her heart from flying out of her chest. It was actually a pleasant surprise but considering the way she raised her head to see Liam sitting in front of her, it was too much of a shock for her.

She gasped with her eyes now saucer-shaped. She almost chocked on the little food in her mouth. She took her time to chew and swallow thanking her stars that she did not choke when she gasped. "What . . . how . . .," she stuttered after drinking half a glass of water.

"I am sorry I scared you," Liam said. He found her expression very cute but he scolded himself because it could have been a dangerous move if Rose choked.

"Please could you not do this ever again? I almost choked on my lunch," she scolded glaring at him displeased.

"I am sorry your highness," he said jovially but sincerely. To show his sincerity, he helped her refill her glass with water.

She actually felt pleased by that action. She took the glass of water and took a sip. She looked around wondering how he got to the garden but when she remembered he had very good sneaking skills, she decided to ignore that.

"You wanted to talk to me, right?" he asked her when she was done eating lunch.

"Yes," she said relaxing in the cool sweet scenting garden. "I called you yesterday, your phone was switched off," she told him her tone sounding like she was scolding a naughty student.

"Sorry about that. I keep my phone away when I am meditating," he said naturally.

"Meditating?" she asked amazed. Her eyes shone with so much curiosity which he found very cute.

"Yes, I meditate for a couple of hours every day for my mental health," he narrated with a smile.

"Wow, that is so interesting but I wanted to talk to you and you were out of reach," she complained so naturally. When she realized what she had just said, she could not hold back the light shade of pink that tinted her cheeks. She dropped her face when she noticed her face was heating up.

"Once again, I am very sorry about that, your highness. I will make sure to leave my phone on and never switch it off," he apologized. He was enjoying this conversation. He wished it could continue forever. He could never get tired of her soft light musical voice. It was like music in his ears.

Rose cleared her throat when she discovered she had been talking to him so comfortably like they have always been close friends. "You brother came to see me yesterday," she told him in a very serious mood.

"What did you two talk about?" Liam asked automatically. He felt rage building up because he knew Jace must have tried to transfer all the anger he felt towards him at Rose.

Seeing the rage in Liam's eyes, she found herself gulping. He looked very much like the Mafia King everyone knew him as and not the young handsome man who was trying to win her over. "He told me not to get married to you. Is there a tangible reason why I shouldn't?" she asked watching closely.

"You know I will never force you to do what you don't want to do, right?"

Rose found herself nodding without a second thought. She was not sure her answer was right but at that moment, she could not give him a negative answer. "He said so many things I could not understand. He did not give me a clear explanation when I asked for one so I called you to give me an explanation," Rose narrated.

"So what is your question?" he was very ready to give answers to her questions.

"He said something about me being in the center of everything from the moment you saved my life," Rose told him and waited for his explanation.

"I gave you a part of my liver. I saved your life," he reminded her.

"I am not too dumb to forget that. I am sure he was talking about something else. Something I don't know of," Rose told him displeased with the answer he gave her which was not what she wanted.

" . . . Or perhaps something you have forgotten," he added.

"Forgotten?" she asked thoughtfully. "I don't think I understand what you are saying."

"You know what happened but you chose to forget it among many other things. I think what you should be doing right now is trying to remember. Try to get those lost memories back. I really can't believe that you can't remember me," he said with a hint of melancholy in his voice. "Perhaps some things are best forgotten, right?"

Now she has gotten to the end of the road with that. It seems she won't be able to get anything out of Liam concerning that. Lost memories? Now, that was a hard task to do. How was she going to get memories she had absolutely no idea about. "Could you help me remember?" she asked after a while of silence in the garden except for the few birds singing around on the background.

"Sure but I will only help when it is the right time. I don't think you should place the burden of such memories on your fragile shoulders," he replied.

Rose chuckled softly finding his answer slightly cheesy. "I am okay with whatever I decide to carry on my shoulders," she told him confidently. She has gotten very painful memories back why should she be bothered by memories that had Liam in it? The memory of her death was painful enough, what memory could be more hurtful and traumatizing than that?

"I will ask you once again when the time comes," he simply told her since he knew she was very ignorant of what those memories held it was like opening a Pandora box. Not everyone will be bold enough to do that.