"Are you exsited Princess Skylar! You're meeting your soon to be husband today!" optimism rang through my head maids voice as she slowly brushed my hair. I was in my room. One of the largest bedrooms-other than my parents- in the whole castel. A perfect square, large doors open to a wall that is all a thick window with silver aged bars. Veins tangled around them. In the center of the wall is my extravagant bed, about three times the size of a king-sized bed. With white see-through curtains surrounding it. My bed has the most luxurious comforters along with pillows, all a beautiful white with floral designs stitched into them. Two wooden nightstands with matching lamps on each side, both including unique carvens as well. Under my bed there's the most fluffy white rug I've ever seen in my whole life. My floors are stone with spatacular rose carvens the tangle into the most beautiful designs. The walls high and arched into a dome at the top. Painted plain white with silver greenery sculpted into it. The gigantic silver chandelier only adds to the affect of my room. On the left wall is a curved mirror to fit the wall next to titanic wooden closet. Then right next to it, taking up the rest of the wall, is a long bookshelf stuffed every inch with fantasy books and such. It goes so high a sliding latter is on the far side. On the wall across is a matching wooden desk and overly astringent chair, then a sofa to match my bed. Silk pillows sprawled out along it. The next in line is a door that leads to a large white bathroom that matches the aesthetic of my room. The room is bright and out the window you can see clouds glistened in sunlight I am so high in the sky.
I sit on a comfortable stone chair with a white pillow, eyeing myself in the mirror. My thick pure white hair touches the ground, keep in mind I am sitting in a chair so high my feet need a stole to rest on. I've never cut my hair before. It has to be long, I'm a princess after all. I sigh heavily, "You know, Rosa, I honestly couldn't be less than that." Rosa laughed, slightly concerned, "Why do you say that Sky?" I smiled at her casual usage of my name, Rosa is practically my mother. So while someone could be thrown in jail for so loosely using my name like she did, no one bats an eye when she does. My face returned to being serious, "Well, you have to understand, I've never met the guy. Plus, from what I've heard, he's a wimp. She's short, scrawny, and looks like a child! And I'm tall, he'll look like my kid for goodness sake!" Rosa rolled her eyes and scowlded me, "Shylar Mary Celeste!" I gulped, from the tone of her voice I could already pinpoint what I had done wrong, "You never should not want to marry a man on looks alone! How rude, learn your manners princess!" I looked down and sighed agein, "No, no. I didn't mean it like that Rosa. Of course I wouldn't complain if looks were the turn off alone. The thing is, I know he's a coward. The way he runs his nation, it's disturbing. His people are starving! While he sits his spoiled self down and pigs out all day. He whines and cries over the smallest of things and throws large temper tantrums over nothing! I'm not blind, Rosa, I hear things. I see things." Rosa gives me a sympathetic smile through the mirror, "Yes dear, he's not what you wanted. He has the most powerful army though, you know he can help save your people. The demons, Sky," She trembled at the words, "They're ruthless, no one can pinpoint the start of our war. They kill and refuse peace, you know your parents have tried. The only way to win is to fight, we need a strong army to fight..."
I held in my anger and spoke calmly, although I'm sure Rosa could hear the harshness in my tone, "I'm not just something my parents can hand away because they want an army. I'm not some object, Rosa! I know they never loved me, after all I haven't seen them in years. They lock me up in this room all day, I want to see the world. I want to live. I am trapped in this cage, now the only way I'm getting out is by marrying some sad excuse for a man. I want to fall in love. I don't want this." Rosa paused for a moment to consider her words, "... I know my dear, I know. It's so unfair. I want you to live to, to be happy. Trust me, my darling, I do. Don't say such things though, try to be positive. Things will work out the right way." I glanced back down at my long, pale, legs and inhaled slowly. She was right in some way, I had to do things. They might work out, but not in my favor. I looked back to study my face, my body. My parents are both the image of beauty. I am meant to uphold that appearance so I will be suitable for marriage. That's the only way Autumn will marry me. I am quite pretty, but I wouldn't say beautiful. I'm tall, 5'7 feet, my legs are so long it's nearly breathtaking when compared to the rest of my body. I have extremely fair skin, I'm very thin, I have large hips and a plump butt. My boobs are rather small, but perky nonetheless. My face is good enough, large light blue eyes, a small nose, small mouth-with plump lips-and good porportens. My hair is thick, smooth, and long, longer than my mothers even. My skin is untouched, no scars, so smooth. Still, I only see average. I can't help to wonder if I'll be good enough to save this nation. I have to be. As Rosa silently brushes my hair I can't help my thoughts as they drift. As I scan my naked body sitting in the chair. Oh, didn't I mention, yeah, I am naked at the moment. It's a normal thing for my morning routine I just took a bath and am now getting my hair brushed before it dries so it's not fizzy. My thoughts continue to wander. I have to be calm and content in these situations. Being naked in front of people that is. Being a princess my body has to get judged a lot, I've had permanent hair removal surgerys and a nose job to met the beauty standards. I have to be perfect. As a princess, the only way I'm useful is if I'm beautiful. I am only a human object that ties nations together, to form peace. No matter how much I deny that, it can't be changed. After today, once Autumn sees me, if he chooses to wed me, I will be his play thing. That's all I can be.
I try not to cry about silly things like this, it's life. I use to cry as a child after being judged. After hearing, "She better grow taller, we can't have a short princess. Who would want that?", "Her chest is so small, I would give her a boob job, but that might ruin that natural feel. Plus they're so perky, so I guess if they grow a little bigger we can settle.", "She needs a nose job right away, do you see that bump? Her nose might be a normal size, but we need perfect. Not normal." Thankfully my boobs did grow enough for their standards. Just meeting the minimum. If I get rejected today they might give me the surgery either way. I don't want that. My eyes wander to the markens under each eye. All elves have what appears to be a scare underneath their eyes, symmetrical to each side. Mine are detailed vines that sneak out from under my perfectly pointed ears-caped with carved silver- and stretch all the way to the end of my eyes. They are so detailed when compared to most, it's one of the few things I find beyond perfect about my body. I am proud to be an elf. We are a peaceful nation at heart. We are. Although for years the demons have been at our throats. They attach at random then coward back to who knows where. All we can do is defend. Other nations aren't crazy about helping though. The demons are powerful, from beyond what we're aware. It's scary to think about sometimes. No one knows where they come from, so they're no way we can really fight back. All we can do is defend. My nation still thrives nonetheless. It's beautiful, the nature is overly spectacular, people don't starve. We're happy. More than I can say about other nations. We are rich, that's probably the only reason other nations even consider being allies with us. We have to make alliances like we are trying today. With the fairies. All the other nations have powers, everyone of their people. While most of the elf population is powerless. Few hold the power of magic, but the ones who do are truly incredible. They're a force to be reckoned with. None of the other nations can beat the magic some elfs hold. It shows up at random and if it does it's the law to be sent to the army, every other man gets a choice, but if you have a magical ability-even woman-you sadly don't get a choice. You have to fight. It's one of few things I hate about this nation.
I am brought back to reality with, "I'm done miss!" I tilt my head in confusion, "You need to braid it or my hair will be everywhere-" "I already did miss, you must have been deep in thought." I get embarrassed once I look at myself in the mirror to see the wonderful job Rosa did with my hair. She braids in such a way my hair ends at my ankles, it makes my hair much more manageable. I pull myself together once agein, "Thank you Rosa, am I being dressed now?" Rosa frowns, her sympathy for me showing, "I am so sorry Sky, I know you hate being nude, but you're meeting the Prince today." I frowned and got overly self conscious and scared, "I see..." Rosa hugs my side and whispears, "Be strong my girl, I know it's extremely uncomfortable." I nod my head and can feel my heart ache at the thought. Rosa takes my hand and helps me off my chair. Just on time a nock is heard at the door. Rosa rushes to open it, two fully armored guards are waiting to guide me. Rosa calls for me, but I know my fate and am already walking to the door. The guards bow and make sure not to look at my body in respect, "Princess Skylar, Prince Autumn is waiting for you in the judge room." I only nod my head, stand tall and keep my hands folded conveniently over my private area. The judge room. A windowless blank room in a perfect circle. A large flower design on the smooth tile where I stand in the middle, waiting for my judgment. I stand in the center of the tile, alone in the room. The guards leave me to stand there. I have to remind myself to be calm as the doors open once agein. A short boy-or man- walks in. By his clothing and crown I can tell he's the prince. He's short, scrawny, with a boyish appearance. He has dark green eyes and light brown hair. Prince Autumn walks in alone and the door is shut behind him. Once it shuts I make respected eye contact, but do not speak. A lady doesn't speak unless spoken to. I keep a neutral face, calm, I remind myself. I wait for his orders, the words I know all to well. His voice squeaks out with a smirk, "Judgement in process." I let my arms drift out, holding my legs close together, my body appearing like a cross. My head down. Eyes following him. He walks closer, with a smug face. I keep my discustment hidden. Autumn Walks up so close, nearly an inch away from my. He talks, obviously trying to sound sexy, but failing miserably, "Hello princess Skylar." I cringe at the way he says my name, but once agein, I don't let it show.
I speak in a calm tone, "Your majesty." His smirk widdens, he doesn't even think twice before touching me. His grimmy hand lays on my shoulder slowly moves down my side he takes a pause as his hand rest on the side of my boob. It takes everything in me not to slap his disgraceful hand away, but this is what's expected. After all, if he weds me, he'll be expecting much more. I hear him take a deep inhale, clearly satisfied. His other hand grabs onto my lower waist. I keep my position like stone, to keep myself from denying him I close my eyes; lightly. Autumn pushes his small body up against mine and moves his other hand parallel from the other. He pushes his face into my chest, where his face naturally is at his height. The thing that almost makes me snap is the mortifying way he breathes slowly onto my skin. I clench my teeth, he doesn't notice, thankfully. This whole situation is extremely cringy I quickly realise, has this boy ever seen a woman before? He speaks into my skin, "Oooh, Sky. I think you've won me over." I have to push down a laugh as he steps away. Relieved I open my eyes. He winks at me and turns away for the door. The first thought that crosses my mind is, I need to take a long shower. I feel so dirty. So wrong. This must be done though, for my people, for their future. What about you? A small voice whispers in the corner of my mind, I push it away. Guards take me back to my room. Where Rosa has thankfully already started my bath. I contain my emotions for a moment longer as the guards courtesy and close the door then leaves. I turn to my maids, all of them now here: Rosa, Jenna, and Ari. They don't even bother courtesying, we've known each other forever. I let out the longest sigh. Rosa ask in a tone declaring she already knows the answer, "So, how did it go?" Sympathy already in her eyes. Jenna and Ari walk me over to the large chair in front of the mirror. They go to work on undoing my hair. I sigh once more, "Is it okay I rant?" All three of my maids nod and Ari's sweet voice yells, "Of course Sky!" I really like Ari, she's so sweet, positive, and godly innocent. She's very short and has dark hair and a haircut that goes down to her chin with thick bangs. She doesn't really have any curves, but is adorable nonetheless. My other maids, Jenna and Rosa look similar. They're both an average height, with normal curves. Jenna has light blond hair and Rosa has red hair. I take in a breath before I begin, "Well first, I should feel violated, and I do! The thing is, it was so extremely cringy I also feel like bursting out in laughter." I giggled slightly. Jenna tilted her head, "What happened to make it so awkward?" I pushed down more laughter, "Well this kid, he looks like he's five! He's nineteen, my age, to be clear. He walks up to me and starts to slowly touch my body, the whole time inhaling deeply like he's on the verge of an asthma attack! Then to top it off he shoved his face in my chest and told me some shit about me 'winning him'." Ari begins to laugh, but she covers her mouth quickly to contain it. Jenna and Rosa have mixed expressions; they look like they are about to murder someone, but at the same time fall over in laughter with Ari. Ari questions me over giggle fits, "How didn't you double over? I would have lost it and laughed in the Princes face!" I couldn't help but smile at her hysteria.
My maids helped me down and Jenna lifted my hair behind me as I walked. I stepped into the bathroom and took a breath, it smells like lavender. My favorite sent. I eagerly walk to the titanic bathtub and step in. The water is a perfect temperature, so hot if it was anymore it would be on the verge of burning me, but still comfortable. The light purple water-from the lavender- wrinkled as I dove in. My maids went to work, scrubbing my body from head-to-toe with all different kind of things. Once my bath is nearing it's end I ask, "Can I take a shower?" Jenna and Ari start to nod their heads, but Rosa cuts them off, "You already did this morning, you know your hair takes forever to dry!" I say in a joking tone, "You know I'm your boss!" Rosa rolls her eyes with a smile while Jenna and Ari giggle. Once my bath ends Jenna and Ari go to work on drying me, very thoroughly. Rosa runs to find a me an outfit. I yell to Rosa, "Please have it be comfortable! I don't really have any other plains today." Rosa yells back a quick, "Yep!" and rushes back with a loose dress. It's white, topless and tight. It outlines my curves quite well. Then overtop it is a see-through skirt-like thing. It starts right below my chest and slutters down to my ankles. With a split in the center, a blue gem at the start of the split with silver around the edge. My maids helped me into it, the dress was oddly comfortable. Rosa led me back to my large chair and my maids re-did my hair into the same braid as always. It was quiet, but I'm use to that by now. I was raised to only talk when there's something to be said, only speak when spoken to. Ari's cheerful voice breaks the silence, "We're all done Sky-Sky!" I only nod my head indicate for them to leave. All my maids leave and I'm left alone. As I look at my unchanged expression I remember how hard it was for me to learn not to express my feelings. As a princess I'm merely and object, I can never express feelings or emotions in my voice nor my face. I have to remain calm. I have to be the perfect little play thing. Tomorrow I will hear from Prince Autumn, if my body was good enough for him to want to add me to his collection of beautiful sex toys. I hear he had plenty of woman, I will be his only wife though. I will not be aloud to have men like he does so many women, or I will be killed for treason. I will be his, and his alone. Something about that brings an emotion to me, fear, I have to hide it. I must do this, for my people, for their future. It's all I can do.
My eyes glace up to the time. I have five minutes before it's time. I scurry to my closet and grab out a bland and short nightdress. It's thin, white, and made of cotton. Two spaghetti straps to keep it up and at my midcalth there's a string wind through it that's tied to a perfect bow at my side, scrunching it up. It would look like a bag over me if it wasen't for a matching string under my chest, it completely changes this nightgown from potato to sexy. I decide to go without shoes, but grab a small bueatiful white bag with flourish designs that drapes over with a slash. I stuff my sketchbook and a pencil into it. I run from my room, I like to sneak around the palace when it's dark. The main guards are always on the bottom floors, where people can break in. Of course two are always positioned outside of my room, but they switch at this very time and I have five minutes to sneak out and explore. I am normally never aloud to leave my room, I am locked up all day, for my safety. Even my meals are brought to me. I like to sneak out every night though. I have the guards routines memorized, so it's very easy to do. I go out into the night gardens, the palace has the most spectacular gardens, it's breathtaking. It's thrilling to know I'm not following the rules at I dash out of the palace class doors and hid in a nearby bush. I contain a smile, it's natural reflect to contain every feeling from expressing itself. Once the doors shut silently I wonder deep into the garden, far from the palace and sit on a stone bench. My hands hurry in excitement to grab out my sketchbook and pencil. Before I start drawing I take a deep breath of the fresh air, opening my eyes to see the charming full moon. My hand seemingly moves on its own, sketching out a detailed image of the ruins far in the distance. Curiosity fills me. I find myself walking straight for the ruins, I realise once I'm far from sight of the Palace that it might take a whole hours to reach them. My maids know I sneak out at night though, only they do, so I should be fine once they come to prepare me for sleep. I should have time? Before I can really consider the possibility of me not having time I break into a sprint. My face cold, but excitement and happiness over flooding every inch of me. I now regret not wearing shoes, but at the same time it's lovely to feel the ground beneath my toes.
I stood in awe at the breath-taking ruins. Greenery laced through the cracked and broken towers. Moonlight glistening over them. I wonder through them, eyes wide. I hear a swoosh behind me and jump around in fear. My heart races, nothing is there, but I'm positive I heard something. I freeze and my heart skips a beat as I hear a slight whisper in my ear I can't make out. I don't know what to do, do I run, scream for help? As I start at a sprink I hear a screech, "Stop!" I spin around with my fist in the air, a woman is before me. It looks like her body is static, see-through. She's in old rags and has long wavy brown hair. Her skin white as snow. Close to my own skin tone. My face remains calm, even though my body shakes. Everyone knows ghost are real, no one knows the limit of their powers. They fade away after awhile and are trapped to a certain spot until that happens. I don't know if she wants to harm me or not, I could run and she wouldn't be able to follow. Or I could hear her out. I guess I really didn't have a choice after all, by body was frozen, to scared to move. The ghost got closer, my voice was loud with authority, "Stay back." She stopped in her tracks. She sods, "Please, I don't want to hurt you!" I take a deep breath, "Then don't, I need to go." I start to turn around, but her sobs stop me. She pleads, "Please, oh please, don't leave me all alone!" I speak kindly, "What's your name?" She wipes her tears and sniffles, "I don't remember, I want to remember. I want to talk to them! Please, let me talk to them!" Her body statics more as she screams, "They won't let me! I want to leave, they won't let me!" I try to calm her, "It's okay. Do you remember anything?" She shakes her head, "No, I've been here for thousands of years, I can't remember anything. I only know I have to talk to them! I need to go, they won't let me go!" It's getting darker I start to turn around and start running slowly, then speed up. I yell before I go, "I have to go! I'm sorry! I'll try to come back!" I hear her desperate screams as I run away. I've never heard of a ghost being trapped for longer than a year. It hurt to leave a crying girl, but I couldn't possibly do anything to help her. It's true too, I have to be home soon.
Rosa woke me in the morning. She had a sad smile, "Let's get ready. You're leaving today." I moaned and rolled over, "No!" Rosa laughed and hauled me out of bed. We went through my daily routine: an extremely thorough bath-washing my body and hair-, falled by a shorter shower to rinse the soap out, drying, hair grooming, skin care, dressed and styled, and then breakfast. I wore an exquisite light blue dress that reached the floor; sleeveless. Along with a silver rose necklace with matching earrings. My ears had vien silver cuffs on the top. I loved simple looks like this, a plain dress with plain jewelry. Jenna and Ari came in to hug me goodbye. I felt sad, but I didn't let it show. My maids watched as a guard came to walk me out I looked at them one last time and whispered, "I'll miss you." I heard Rosa cry as I turned the corner. It hurt. It was a silent walk to the front door. I didn't see my father, nor my mother, but a chariette awaited me. I saw Autumns smug face, waiting for me to step in. My guards helped me into it. I sat across Autumn. The chariette started moving, bumping up and down as it did so. Autumn was looking me up and down, licking his lips. I sat tall and silently, don't speak unless spoken to. Finally he spoke, "You look sexy my queen." I cringed at his use of words and just him in general. I keep a stone face, "Why thank you my majesty." He chuckled, "Now all you need to do is behave yourself, then my army is at your disposal. Along with another project I'm sure you'll be grateful for. I expect to be reworded for my hard work though." I remembered the flirting classes I had taken, as much as it pained me, I had to do this. I bit my bottom lip and stared him in the eyes, "And rewarded you will be," I leaned forward, pressing my arms against my chest to make my cleavage be extremely visible. I placed my right hand lightly on his thigh, "But you should know, I can be very naughty." Now I was cringing at my own words, but Autumn seemed intoxicated. So much so I noticed a small bolge in his pants.
"I am intrigued by this other project you mentioned, mind explaining. I think that would make me really happy." I took back my hand and placed it under my chin for support. He nodded, "A, well," Autumn cleared his throat, "We have found some interesting magic spell books. Old, forgotten ones. There's a very powerful spell in one. If we can pull this off, we can summon a gods and goddesses." I covered my mouth, although it didn't show on my face, I was beyond shocked. "No way, really? How, when?" One god alone could destroy a whole nation like it was nothing. Autumn licked his lips, his smug look returned, "Reward me first, then I'll tell you more." I kept down the utter disgust, I had to go all in. I needed more information. I smirked and bit my bottom lip once agein. My left hand rested on his left shoulder, I leaned in and whispered in a raspy voice, "Gladly." I was nervous, but my body moved on it's own. My left leg stretched up to kneel against his side, pulling my dress up to expose my laced thong in the process. My other leg still stretched out, I let my bottom rest on his right thigh and bent my back in. My hand drifted to his chest where my forehead lightly pressed against as well. My right hand held the top of his arm lightly. I whispered agein, "Please don't stop talking, I love hearing about all the things you can do." Or a polite way of demanding to hear more. I was aware Autumn was most likely to turned on to think properly, but he managed, "Well we have been working on this discovery for years, we planned to use it for out army. And if you marry me, then you can use the Gods too. We are going to attempt for the third time to summon them in four days."
I contain my smirk, it's hilarious how much a woman's body can get. I slowly get off Autumn and back to my seats cross my legs and pushing out my bottom and bust. Autumns eyes beg for more, but I never plan on willingly doing anything with him. Unless I can get something from him, some people may say that's a slut move, but nonetheless, if I never did I'd be forced to or killed. So might as well get something for it. The rest of the drive is silent, I make it a point to everyone that I spend time with that there will be a lot of silence. Not awkward, just plain old silence. Finally we arrive at the Fairy Palace; it took hours, but in those silent moments to myself will be my favorite of the day. The palace is large, but not nearly as beuatiful compared to the Elven Palace. It is actually hideous in comparison. I'm brought to up to the highest floor in the palace by a regal guard. We stop at a wooden door with several locks, to keep something inside. He opens to a small room with no windows. There's a king sized wooden bed in the center of the back wall with two wooden boring nightstands. On each of the other side walls there's gigantic wooden bookshelves. On the left wall there's a door to a small bathroom. along side the bathroom door is a normal desk with a matching chair. The ceiling floor, and any visible wall is made of stone. The guard mumbles, "Get in." I look at him, and back to the room. This can't possibly me mine?! I slowly step into the dimly lit room and the door is slamed shut, I hear each lock as it's secured. A lone maid with dark skin and about my height walks from the bathroom she was cleaning and courtesies, "Hello your majesty, I am Emma. Your faithful maid-" I cut her off, "Are we locked in here?" Emma looks taken back, but answers, "Yes ma'am, you and I will be locked here all day everyday. I will retrieve anything you might need, you may only be excused by the prince." I keep my face calm, but am panicking, "Do you have a key, to get out?" Emma nods, "I fetch your clothing and anything else needed."
I shake my head, this is worse than my old Palace. I can't even sneak out because of the locks. I sit at the edge of my bed, which is not nearly as soft as my old bed. I sigh, "You can call me Sky, I don't like the formalities. I would like to be friends," I glance up at her shocked face, then continue, "We'll be spending everyday together after all." Emma Smiles, "of course" The rest of the day goes by fast once I found a good romance series and settled in my bed. I read for about five hours and got through two and a half four hundred paged books. It’s a teen romance book, but I enjoy them nonetheless. Emma scurrys about the room cleaning already clean things for awhile, before she runs from the room to get real work. I stand up, jumping from my bed with a cold face, but mischievous flooding me. I hurry to my desk, to scribble down a note for Emma, “I am not dead, or hurt! I just decided to slip out for a bit, let’s have some fun, find me! (P.s. Don’t tell anyone that you told me I can’t leave my room, trust me it’ll save our butts if we get in a mess for this. Blame’s of course on me!)” then I dash to the door that Emma thankfully forgot to lock, wiping it open with a swoosh. My bare feet don’t make a sound as I glide down the maze of halls. Turning at random corners and whenever I hear a sound nearing I duck into a room until it passes. I wonder myself onto the fifth floor-one bellow mine-and hid in a small supplies closet, pushing my head against the door to hear. My heart beats fast, I do have an excuse for if I get in trouble. The simple ‘no one told me’ one. Even though Emma did, hopefully she’ll follow my ‘P.s.’. I hear voices, two females. “Emma is flipping shit, we should help her find Skylar.” The other girl giggled, “I think Skylar is funny, did you see that note? We’re in for a lot of fun. I wish I was her maid!” The other one giggled back, “You know you’d be having a heart attack right about now if it was you!” There was a pulse, “You know me to well!” The voices fade and I contain my laughter, from their tones I hope it’s not a big deal then.
I wonder how many people know, if it got to two random maids so fast. I slowly open the door and sneak down the halls, to make it more entertaining I decided to keep moving. I end up winding myself down to the first floor, where there’s almost twice as many guards. Also, apparently where Emma is running about frantically. I take a deep breath and whisper shout, “Pst! This is so fun!” Emma wipes her head in my direction and I dash around a corner and down a hall, I hear heels running behind me. I make two more quick turns, but run face first into a guard. Tripping backwards and to the floor. I keep myself calm, even though I am extremely embarrassed at the moment, “I am sorry sir, I seem to be in a bit of a rush-” he chuckles deeply and helps me to my feet. Emma turns the corner, gasping for air. I slowly turn her way, “Oh, hello Emma!” The guard behind me speaks, “Found her Ems, You owe me.” I spin around to him, “Please! You so didn’t find me!” Another chuckle escapes his mouth, “You’d be far gone by now if you hadn’t run into me, your majesty.” I playfully roll my eyes and let myself smirk to show I appreciate his cool tone with me, “Shut it, call me Sky. Make sure all the other guards and maids know to address me as Sky.” The guard smirks back, “You’ve got it, Sky.” Emma grabs my arm, “Enough of that! We need to get you back to your room before the Prince kills me! What even was that stunt?!” Emma tries to appear fierce, but I can see the smile she’s forcing away.
Emma gets me back to my-or our-room. I sit down at the edge of my bed and let myself smirk. She sighs in relief, “Oh lord, are you crazy?!” I answer playfully serious, “Only a little.” Finally Emma laughs, “You don’t even know how much trouble you almost got me into!” I let my face return to its natural state, frozen, “You were in no harm, I had a ready excuse if found.” With that Emma lets it go, she sits at my desk and works on a dress for me to wear tomorrow. I read my book. After awhile I ask, “Could you get the prince for me?” Emma stands up, “Yes, I’ll request. I will remember to lock the doors this time, so don’t even try.” I force a smile onto my frozen face, to let her know I took no harm in her words. Quicker than I thought the prince is standing in the doorway. His smug face speaks enough for itself, but his smug voice clarify my thoughts, “I knew you couldn’t stay away from me for to long.” He dramatically shuts the door and nearly runs to my bed. Eger much? I stand up and to the side, he stops in his tracks. I push away a laugh, “Actually, I wanted to know some things.” Autumn straightens himself, clearly embarrassed, “Oh, um, sure.” I start to pace, “So, when you attempt to summon the Gods tomorrow, will I be there? Or more of, can I?” I would really love to see it happen. Autumn laughs, “No, no. That’s no place for a woman. You’ll be safe in your room.” I want to scream at this fool, but I keep myself calm, “That’s what I thought, but can I please not be locked in here all day. It gets quite boring.” Autumn rolls his eyes, “No. I don’t care if you get bored, it doesn’t affect me in the slightest! As long as you're alive her at the end of the day, for me, I’m fine. It would be a pity not to have you around for my nights, you're the only Elven girl at my disposal. I like Elven girls.” He smirks to himself and licks his lips. I am disgusted, I knew there was a selfish reason for keeping me locked away. At least at the Elven Palace they actually cared about me.
I pause for a moment to consider my word, “You seem to not know much about woman.” Autumns face turns to schock-he looks like he’s about to kill me- I quickly add, “I will let you know one thing, if a woman is unhappy, those sexual things you may want from her will not be nearly as pleasurable if she were.” Autumn still appears furious, but is cooled down to a smirk as he speaks, “Well, I don’t believe things unless I test them for myself.” He gives me a once-over before he walks closer. I panic to find the words- with a calm expression as always- I spit out, “Actually, I would like to wait until we’re married to do those things. It’s against my culture to do it before that-” Autumn stops his foot and yells, “I did not sign up for that! I want to now!” I try not to roll my eyes at his immaturity and calmly reply, “You wanted an Eleven girl, if you want an Eleven girls body you also have to respect her culture. You did sign up for this.” Autumn appears to be so angry, his eyes pop from his head slightly and he clenches his jaw. His booming voice has authority ringing through it, “I am the Fairy Prince! Your king! If I want something, I will sure as hell get it! Whether you agree on it or not!” He walks closer to me, I back away until I hit a wall. I am terrified, but I refuse to let it show. Autumn slams his hand against the wall besides me, even though he only reached my chin it was still very much so intimidating. I freeze, what can I do to stop this? Nothing.