THE Knight's Hidden Princess
Chapter 70: A Difficult Promise

Chapter 70: A Difficult Promise

I wasn’t sure about what just happened right now. As the whole court dissembled in disgruntled silence, I remained seated for a moment, my mind still reeling from the event that had just happened. I mean, I was sure I was about to get caught and then Finch came in and started spewing nonsense. And now, somehow, it’s over!

But the worst part? Reagan had stopped it! He had stopped it even when he had every single reason to spill. He hates me most of all and that was enough reason for him to tell everyone my secret since the whole court was now in uproar of trying to find out who the black knight is.

Reagan still decided to shut the whole thing down which bothered me to be honest! I muse as I glance up at the door where he just exited few minutes ago. Well, sitting here and trying to figure out why Reagan had done what he did wasn’t going to work for me, so I might as well go talk to him!

Before I knew it, I was standing up from the chair and my legs were carrying me out of the grand hall. I raced as fast as I could down the hallway trying to go after Reagan. Since, he wasn’t in any of the hallways, I knew where he was.

His bedroom!

I climbed up the stairs going to where I knew Reagan’s bedroom was even though I had never been there before. But I still know where it was and I knew it was off limits to me and yet, I wasn’t going to let that stop me.

Without so much as a knock, I immediately pushed the door open and immediately regretted my actions. Reagan was naked, well half naked. He had his shirt off and looked to be in the middle of unbuttoning his trousers when I had burst right in.

I stood frozen, my hand on the handle of the jaw as my gaze raked up and down his body. I felt my own body become warm and hot all over. Heat crept my neck as I stared at Reagan’s toned chest which seem to move gently under the dim candle knight air. The more I continued to stare at Reagan’s body while his skin radiated brightness, I found myself frozen in that instant unable to do anything or form a coherent thought.

"Are you going to stand there all day or actually shut the door?"

Reagan’s voice suddenly pulled me back to reality. I blinked rapidly, then averting my gaze. I closed the door before I turned to look at him, keeping my gaze on his face when all I wanted to do was gaze down at his very impressive body that I’ve now missed_

Ugh, focus Dahlia, focus! "We need to talk!" I stated firmly crossing my arms.

"And what if I don’t want to?"

"Too bad you don’t have a choice then!" I answered as I crossed my arms under my chest.

Reagan stared at me for a minute and when he saw that I wasn’t budging he heaved out a sigh, raking a hand through his hair and against my better movement, my eyes traced his muscles as they flexed at the movement.

"Alright," He finally said, "Talk."

I narrowed my eyes at the command he gave me like I was one of his men or a servant, but I ignored it and tried to speak when my gaze fell to his chest now, zeroing in on the way they moved with each breath he took.

Stars, how is a girl supposed to focus? "Can you at least out some clothes on?"

A perfectly shaped brow went up at that, "You are the one who barged into my room without so much as offering me the proper respect and now you are making demands?"

"Well, I wouldn’t have had to barge in if you hadn’t..." My words trailed off as Reagan crossed his arms across his muscled chest and I realized what was going on. I was getting distracted again!

How was I supposed to be serious when he is like this? The thought making me groan out loud. "Can you just please put the shirt back on."

"No." Reagan replied without missing a beat, "You either say what is it you want to say or get out!" He said his tone final and leaving no room for argument.

Fucking bas_ I drew in a deep willing myself to calm down, it would do no one absolutely no good if I get angry, so it was better I just came out and saw it, that way I will be able to get out of here faster.

Drawing in another breath to steady myself, I glanced up at Reagan. "You didn’t tell the council." I deadpanned watching his gaze carefully.

Reagan swallowed before he looked away, "Because I felt it wasn’t the right time for them to know." He said looking away from me, "Besides, it’s not their business."

"But still, I feel like...I feel like...." I tried to look for the word to say but nothing felt quite right and I could feel my frustration mounting, "Fuck, I don’t know what I feel!" I yelled out in anger.

Reagan turned away from me at that moment, "That’s because there is nothing to feel, now if that’s all you can leave."

He was dismissing me? I thought to myself ignoring the hurt that I was feeling on the inside. I still wasn’t going to be leaving without getting what I wanted though. "So does this mean you will keep my secret?"

Reagan stopped what he was doing, the he turned slowly to look at me. "Sure." He answered turning to look at me, "I will keep it, if you promise me one thing."

I swallowed as I glanced up at Reagan and because some part of me wanted to fix our broken relationship which made me ask, "What is it?"

"Promise me you will never go out and be the black knight ever again!" Reagan suddenly said and I felt my heart drop.