[ FANTASY/ROYALTY AU ] - All you knew were the pages of books. Books that told stories of princesses falling for their knights, poor girls earning the attention of a rich prince; and you would read every page as close as you could.
With nothing but...
اوووه! هذه الصورة لا تتبع إرشادات المحتوى الخاصة بنا. لمتابعة النشر، يرجى إزالتها أو تحميل صورة أخرى.
[ YOUR POV ]
As the slender figure of the male only the slightest bit taller than I myself walks alongside of me, I examine his appearance rather carefully, and the ways he expresses certain emotions.
The way he holds the strap to his bag as it sits upon his smaller shoulders, the way his subtly tangled onyx hair would sit over his eyes like a curtain if it wasn't for his hand pushing it away every few minutes, and how the fitting of his shirt seems to flatter him quite well. He seems well-put together, which made complete sense referring to the family he comes from.
He speaks with formality as an addition to his image. It's rather obvious that he is a member of the higher classes by physical attributes and cleanliness of his attire, but the way he speaks simply ties the metaphorical bow. He is known to be wealthy, and I almost seem out of place conversing with a male of his social rank.
Yet, here I am as he accompanies me back where I would call home. He had only just arrived to the forest, it would be rude of me to simply leave him to find his way all alone. I'm not aware if he knows his way through the woods, but yet again, it wouldn't be kind to exit his presence that soon.
So, he follows along. Still seeming slightly timid, he only engages in conversation when he has a question, or when I were to state something.
"Where are we headed to, if you do mind me asking? As in, how far away from the entrance of the woods." Shuyang questions.
"Approximately twenty minutes north. There is a trail leading directly from the stream to the cottage, so if you must hurry back, that would be the most efficient way to return, so you wouldn't get lost." I then inform him, ducking under a few overgrown branches. "If it's necessary, I could accompany you."
"I appreciate the offer." "Mhm."
Finding sight of the wooden structure, I slow down my pace to a simple stroll, wanting to figure out more about this boy. We had only officially met, and although he seems as though he knew about me prior to our true first impressions, we both only had a gist of what the other was like.
"Your father, does he allow you to travel here alone?" I ask. "Not... particularly," he then answers. "He would rather I not, but he understands my curiosity." "Truly? Quite surprising." "How so?" "Aren't those within the walls awfully close minded about leaving?"
Asking these types of questions are out of genuine curiosity, not disbelief. He has lived their for his entire lifetime, so I mustn't doubt these pieces of information he gives me.
"A large pocket full, yes," He confirms with a laugh. "I suppose my father and I, along with the remainder of my family, has always kept an open mind to the venturing of new places and the expanding of ones creativity. In all honesty, though, we don't particularly have the time."
"You are fascinating, did you know that?" I then tell him with a smile sitting upon my lips. He let's off specific signs of being subtly nervous, his eyes darting away and a smile resting on his face in response to this.
"I wasn't too aware." "The way you speak with formality almost sprouts jealously within me. Just, the way you pronounce your words and have the correct amount of pauses with each sentence makes me envious."
"Envious?" "Not envious, I suppose. I don't wish to be you, but I am certainly intrigued by every piece of you."
"Is... Is that so?" He questions. I notice him look down as we continue to slowly step along the clear trail, the indents in his cheeks becoming fairly more prominent. "I use to think I was a decently simple person."
"Simple? Not in the slightest. It's fair to state you have come from a lifestyle of simplicity but you yourself are far from the same category others that surround you are placed into."
"I would think the same would go for you," He chuckles.
As I begin to feel a level of comfort wave over me, and I speed up my pace, continuing to walk but instead backwards as I face him.
"Maybe we should begin our own category then." I suggest as ours eyes lock with one another's.
"But you and I aren't that alike." "What makes you say that? I would think we have some obvious similarities, wouldn't you?" "Not particularly. You're so unique and have no genuine structure to your image, which is most definitely not a negative thing, but then there is me... Which I honestly don't have a clue about."
"Well, looking to you from a third-person perspective, I beg to differ. You seem just as unique as I." I then argue to him as we reach the door. "Just wait here for a second. I should inform my aunt of your presence." He nods in response to this.
Opening the door and stepping inside with the high pit yes sound of it, I see my aunt seated upon the sofa, an old book placed gently in her hands, and her glasses resting upon the bridge of her nose. Setting down the basket in my hands on the wooden table, she comes to realization of me being back from the errand.
"How much did you end up collecting, dear?" "Quite a lot, with all truthfulness. Much more than what we had harvested weeks ago." "That was only two, yet I am glad to hear." She subtly chuckles, rising from her seated position,
"I would also like to add... there is somebody who came back with me." "Really? And who would that be?" "A boy from the kingdom," I tell her in almost a giddy-like tone, my smile reappearing along with the pink-tint to my cheeks. "A noble."
"A noble? You have brought a noble to our home?" As this would be imagined as something she disliked, her tone speaks otherwise, along with the smile upon her face. "Well, are you going to let him stand outside, or are you going to grant him entrance into our home, dear?" She then laughs.
Turning to the door and going back outside to see him looking around, his head turns towards my direction, a soft expression among his face. I give him a hand gesture to step inside, and he does so.
Closing the door once more, I look back to him to see his eyes dart throughout the room, a rather pleased look in his eyes. Glancing back to me, he smiles.
"This is where you live?" "I'm sure of it." I subtly joke, "It's beautiful. I would exchange all the money I had to have grown up in a place such as this." "Truly?" "Absolutely. It would have been such a charming way of developing into adolescence." He states.
Formally introducing him to my aunt, she seems pleased at who he is. It is possible she also was familiar with who he is prior to this first official meeting. But, continuing on to our time standing there, she informs me of her having to take leave to check on the animals around the back of our home.
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