As he walked into the house, Sela screamed “I don’t know who I am! Do you hear me? I don’t know who I am!”
Roy walked over and tried to calm her down. Sela looked at him and asked “who is that man?” Roy said “he owns this house and these gardens. He owns everything as far as your eye can see. This is his kingdom.”
“But who is he?” she asked.
Roy gave just the slightest hint of a smile when he said “we call him the King.” Sela quipped “the King? You mean as in the ‘King of his Kingdom’?”
Roy shook his head in affirmation. “Is he Royalty?” she asked. Roy laughed and whispered “no, he just thinks he is.”
“You still haven’t told me his name,” she said in an almost pouty voice.
Roy said “if and when the King wants you to know his name, he will be the one who tells you.”
“What is your relationship to him?” Sela questioned. Roy said “I work for him.”
“In what capacity?” she asked.
“I am multi-faceted. I’ve been appointed your guardian. I’m a liaison and most importantly, I’m a trusted family member who protects the King at all costs.”
“At all costs?” Sela echoed. “Yes. At all costs, up to and including sacrificing my life,” he said.
She asked “are you in love with him?” Roy laughed aloud and said “no, it’s not like that. It’s more of a loyalty thing. I protect him but he protects me as well.
“From what?” She asked. Roy pensively answered “from outsiders.”
Sela said “who are these outsiders and why would they pose a threat to you?”
Roy quickly switched gears and said “don’t you love these gardens? I see you out here every day and you always seem so relaxed and peaceful.”
“You watch me?” Sela asked. “Yes,” said Roy. “I told you that I am your guardian. I am here to protect you on the orders of the King.”
“You mean you’re a stalker,” she said. Roy said “no. Not a stalker. A guardian.”
Sela said “tell me. Do you stalk me in my bedroom as well?” Roy smiled and said “no. Not in your bedroom. Only on the grounds, and I’m not a stalker. I’m your guardian.”
With playful eyes, Sela said “so, does that mean you would sacrifice your life for me as well?”
“I would,” said Roy.
“Do you carry a gun?” asked Sela. “Yes,” said Roy. “Is it a big gun?” asked Sela. “Big enough,” said Roy. “Can I see it?” asked Sela. “No,” said Roy.
Sela was flirting with him and knew that he would be flattered.
“Are you in love with me?” she asked. She could see the flush in Roy’s face as he tried to stumble through a denial. “I’m here to protect you on the Kings’ orders.”
Sela had exposed Roy’s soft underbelly and she knew that he would be vulnerable. He was in love with her and she could see a means of escape, if she played him…and her cards right.
Using her feminine wiles, she took Roy’s arm. Coyly returning to the previous conversation about the gardens, she said “you’re right, you know. The gardens are lovely and so relaxing and peaceful but I still feel as though I am a prisoner.”
As they slowly walked in silence, suddenly Sela stopped and tightened her grip on Roy’s arm. She could feel his pulse quicken and see his pupils widen. She looked at him and said, “would you do something for me if I asked?”
Roy thought Sela had finally noticed him and against his better judgment, said “anything.”
She leaned toward him and whispered into his ear, “would you help me get away from here?”
To be continued______________