War of Faeries

Chapter 6

Hey there lovelies I am here to give you the answer to my question. My favorite color is purple! I know so original, but it is what it is. Happy reading!

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Chapter Six

The maids didn't stick around after I told them they did an amazing job dressing me up. They didn't tell me where to go before they left either, they just left me in my room all alone. I'm not afraid of being alone, I've been alone most of my life. However, I am a curious person so it's no surprise I find myself sneaking around in the hall. The walls in the hall, are similar to the ones in my dream. The paintings are more scattered, and don't tell a story- but the similarity is uncanny.

It wasn't long until I heard the thud of arrows hitting a target, the sound draws me closer and closer to the room. The heavy wooden double doors are open allowing everyone a view of the person standing in the middle of the room. The room itself was dark, but the lights eliminated any darkness. Wooden pillars line the walls and a small walkway sit on top of them, allowing guards to watch the inhabitants of the room. Where the pillars aren't weapons of all shapes and sizes hang on the wall, and if that wasn't enough tables sit in front of those walls offering more choices.

The targets where towards the back of the room, close to the narrow strip of a window that goes from the floor to ceiling. One the wall opposite of the targets there are three tables set up that are completely empty, as if the weapons that normally occupy them have gone missing. I take one small silent step closer to the doors, keeping my eye on the stranger and the guards walking around above him. They haven't noticed me yet.

The stranger standing in the middle of the room is tall, I can tell that from my position at the door. He has dark brown, black hair, and the standard archery outfit on. Each time he lets, and arrow fly I can feel the power of hit when it hits the target in the air. His presence alone screams power, and an attitude of having everything he wants whenever he wants it. I know right away who this is. The unofficial prince Henry.

"Are you going to introduce yourself? Or are you going to keep lurking in the doorway?" he turns towards me, and for one split second I am afraid he will recognize me, but he doesn't. He doesn't order the guards to take me to the dungeon, and more importantly he doesn't shoot an arrow at me. Not that it would have been a smart move, I would have been able to reach a weapon of my own in seconds.

His chocolate brown eyes search my face for a moment, trying to figure out if I am a friend or a foe. Now if he could figure that one out while I am dressed like one of the people he loves to associate with, then that would be a miracle. And a testament to how well he can truly read people.

"I didn't want to disturb you." I finally answer, I mean it's not like he ever talked to me when we meet before. He was too busy trying to kill me to talk, and I was too busy trying to kill him to do the same.

"Well, you didn't." he walks to the empty tables and lays down his bow and takes off the arrows strapped to his back. "I'm Henry." He comes closer to me and offers his outstretched hand. I stare at it for a moment unsure if I should risk taking it, but I shove down the fear I have and take it.

"Valarie." I was waiting for the surprise to appear on his face, but he is better at hiding it than most people. It was a nice change than when people ask me if I am serious or not, but then yet again it is part of his job to find her. The princess, just like it's a part of his job to find the midnight assassin. Who would have thought he was searching for the same person?

"You have nice aim, but you could use some work. You keep over shooting to your left." I nod towards the target and the arrows that are on the floor, and the ones that barely hit the target. "You should aim towards the right more to balance it out."