In Royal Heels

Acheivement complete: spicy spaghetti

I was planning to peacefully watch Mr. Iceberg burn from the molten lava sauce I drowned in his spaghetti, until I find a seat placed beside me. Wait......MR. ICEBERG IS SITTING BESIDE ME?!?!? Yep, the king over there has a sneaky grin. He definitely planned it, again, but why?
As I regretted every moment in life while looking at the chair next to me with disgust in my eyes, I felt a sudden chill in the air. "Speak of the devi-no, pinguin..." I muttered to myself while looking at the same pair of blue eyes that reflected that same cold soul.

Mr. Iceberg sat beside me and looked at me as if he is expecting something. Expecting what? I thoroughly scrambled through my memory until I remembered those words he once told me"....she would thrust her chest upwards when seeing me...".
I shot up in shock as I remembered these words. "No.... Just no. Even if it blows my cover," I said in an annoyed but low voice "Rather than pretending to be flirting with you, I'd prefer being caught and then remembered as an awesome international spy-" "who failed miserably at the one thing she was supposed to do..." He interrupted with his deep voice before falling silent again.

Um.. Gah...Uh bu-... Ok he's got a point. Well I'll get this point back when you have your meal...bitch!
Speaking about bitches, "wazzup! y'all have been waiting for me to join? Oh isn't that sweet?!?" I hear lord bitch saying as he entered. "Cmon lets get to the food already am starving!"
Before sitting, he looked at Mr. Iceberg saying,"aye pretty boy! lemme have this seat beside this prettier girl." He was winking at me. But I was confident that no way in hell Mr. Iceberg would agree.

Mr. Iceberg may be a jerk but still a prince like him should be a fine gentlema-, my hopeful thoughts were interrupted by a pushed chair's squeaky sound. Mr. Iceberg is getting up? No way....HE IS DEFINITELY GONNA LEMME SIT BESIDE LORD BITCH!
Moments later when the food arrived, I found myself seated beside a pervert and a jerk is in front of me across the table...great. At least I get to enjoy Mr. Iceberg's priceless face as he falls victim to my prank, I ate at the kitchen before the meal as usual so I'm definitely not gonna get distracted by food.

Mr. Iceberg was chewing his spaghetti normally until his body paused for a moment. His face was so red oh my God, like I can see his tongue about to explode. But much to my surprise, he completed chewing normally and effortlessly. He doesn't seem to be bothered by it at all. No!
He gave me a look which clarifies that he knew who made his disastrous breakfast. I expected that since he, as much as I hate to admit it, is a genius. Like superhumanly genius.

"Something bothering you about Irwin my dear?" The queen spoke up while looking at me. Now this is the person I don't want to get caught staring at, anyone but him! I can not afford misunderstandings so I shook my head as calm as I can. I wonder if I'll be remembered as that weirdo who kept staring at each one of the Royal family like a pervert. Thank God the king and queen are convinced it's Mira who is doing all of this shit.
Feeling annoyed at how peacefully Mr. Iceberg ate his volcano dipped meal, I began wiping my fork on the small amount of spaghetti I have on my plate like a little kid. "You doing this on purpose to turn me on, kitten?" Lord bitch said softly. "How can this even turn you o-, ew you know what! I don't want to know." I whispered back.

He started playing with my hair,"your hair is as beautiful as a river running across heaven y'know" he flirted. "My hair is obviously brown, so you are basically describing my hair as a river of sewer water." I said, "not working, Romeo."
"What if I said tha-" his softly said before he was interrupted by the king's unfamiliar harsh voice, "have some respect to our guest and the people around her, Lord James". Hearing those words, Lord Romeo-wannabe stopped while chuckling in defeat.

I saw Mr. Iceberg bringing something out of his pocket, three coins. Why? He sneakily threw them from under the table which distracted everyone in the room and made them look to the other side, except me. But I turned around for the sake of curiousity. Like what if these coins grew into a plant or something, there's gotta be a reason.
After discovering that that was nothing to mind and that the prince has gone coo-coo, I looked back to my plate to find that it isn't my plate! Meanwhile Mr. Iceberg is eating off my plate. Don't tell me... He used the coins as a distraction to swap plates? Fucking clever. Why the hell was I distracted? Oh well, I guess people say curiosity killed the cat. Now it seems like curiosity humiliated a human being in my case.

My angry look didn't make Mr. Iceberg flinch, not that I expected him to anyways. Like he just ate spaghetti full of spicy sauce instead of tomato sauce expressionless, therefore I shall not expect a reaction from him to my harmless puppy angry face.
I'm not fond of spicy things, neither eating using a fork full of Mr. Iceberg's saliva. So I looked around the room awkwardly until Mr. Iceberg finished his plate which is mine and excused himself from breakfast which what I was supposed to be doing only if I had my spicy-free spaghetti back.

I stood up from the meal minutes later with the excuse of stomach aches and a possible fever. I mean how can the king demand spaghetti on breakfast?! I wasn't bothered by it since my usual breakfast wasn't any healthier than this, but I needed an excuse to run away from my doomed backfired prank.
Also, I didn't see any complaint or reaction from Mr. Iceberg to the prank I did yesterday in his room, the book swapping one. How does he keep this Godforsaken calmness all the time?!? Did he take hardcore anger management lessons?

While I was walking through the halls, Mr. Iceberg walked past me. I can feel the slow motion effect as we shared intense challenging gazes while walking into opposite directions, well I guess I can only feel the challenging gazes part since he, as usual, had a hollow, cold stare.
You may have had the nerve of steel to brush off my book swapping prank, or the wickedness to backfire my spaghetti prank, but I'm sure that I'm gonna nail this next move.

"It's a promise from me.." I whispered to myself to his back as he headed to the royal library.