Free Black Keys (The Colorblind Trilogy #1) by Rose B. Mashal Page A

the mirror, which made the line in the middle of it spread open to reveal a big room behind it.
    I stepped inside unconsciously, noticing that it was a freakishly huge, enclosed sunroom.
    “Wow!” I exclaimed. The room was a wide space. There was a nice table in the corner with two chairs, on the other side there was a set with a wrought iron couch and two armchairs, and at the far end, there was an elegant swing that looked so very comfortable that–for a moment–I imagined myself sitting there and having a good read.
    “This is beautiful,” I said to no one, admiring the plants and roses that surrounded the place. The sunroom had windows all over it, floor to ceiling. It was brightly lit, the soft sunlight was making it even more beautiful, if that was possible. It was such a sight.
    “Yes, it is,” the prince said, getting my attention back to him and making me realize that I wasn’t alone. “It’s my favorite spot in the whole palace.”
    Oh!
    “Was that your room before, uh-…” The thought crossed my mind, and I had to ask.
    He smiled lightly. “No,” was how he started his respond. “This is new to me, too.”
    I nodded, then gazed out of one of the windows after I took a few steps forward.
    “I’ll go call Mona to bring breakfast in here,” he said before leaving.
    Out of the windows, the view was as gorgeous as the inside of the place I was standing in. I could see a very large garden that I supposed surrounded the palace. There was a road that led to a huge gate at the end, but it seemed like quite a long walk to get there.
    I sighed.
    I had no idea how I was going to get out of here, but I wasn’t going to back down without even trying. Soon, I should try, once I get the chance.
    “The food is getting cold.” The prince’s voice brought me once again from my thought-clouded mind. I didn’t even realize that Mona had already placed the tray on the table and left, or even that he was back and waiting.
    “Yeah,” I said and made my way to the table. Everything looked delicious. The plates alone looked so good that I would’ve eaten them if I could.
    “I’m going to go and take a quick shower, if you need anything, just call Mona,” he told me.
    ‘‘Won’t you eat something?” I found myself asking.
    A small smile. “No, I’m fine,” and he left.
    I huffed, suddenly not feeling so hungry, but I knew I had to eat something or I was going to faint.
    The food was amazing. I didn’t know what half of the dishes were called, but it was so wonderfully good, I thought I’d never get enough.
    A while later, my eyes widened as a guy entered the room; I had no idea who he was. And for a moment, I panicked. I only felt comforted once the bright green of his eyes met my blue ones.
    The prince offered me one of his small smiles, but I just sat there gaping at him. He was dressed in black sweatpants and a short-sleeved white shirt. His brown hair was a mess on top of his head, but looked unbelievably organized at the same time. He looked so different than when he was wearing his thawb , like he wasn’t the same person, and, to be honest, both versions were incredibly beautiful.
    I was taken aback by the fact that seeing it was him comforted me. I mean, I’d just met the guy not two days ago, and a few hours earlier, I’d held a weapon intending to hurt him.
    He was still scary to me, nonetheless.
    I frowned in confusion when he came to the table and dipped his yet-to-be-used fork into the honey bowl then put it down on his yet-to-be-touched plate, messing his napkin that had lain neatly on the table in front of his chair. My confusion was gone once I saw Mona stepping back into the sunroom, clearing the table and asking us if we needed something to drink. He made it look like he had eaten with me. I went for coffee and the prince asked for tea. We didn’t even have the liking-the-same-drink thing in common. Pathetic.
    “Was the food okay?” he asked once Mona had left after bringing our