Written In The Stars

Chapter 3: Cameras Flashing

"Gwen? Guinevere? Are you listening to me?" My mothers voice faded into a shout, I must of been day dreaming.

"Sorry mother, I was somewhere else, what were you saying? I replied half still dazed.

"Play nice with these people sweetheart, I know you have a tendency to use your outstanding sarcasm around the older members and it's comes across very disrespectful, the last thing we need in all of this commotion," she said nodding to the dagger strapped to my calf, "is the press blowing your incapability to get along with people out of proportion!"

"I am very capable of getting along with people mother, I was raised to be polite.
But for gods sake those people are more boring than Uncle Phillip." I stated, almost in a whiney tone.

The chauffeur opened the door and the flashes blinded me before I could even blink my eyes, nothing changes.
I let my mother get out first before taking a deep breath and stepping out of the limousine and was immediately flooded with screaming public who had turned up early to the event and the cameras completely ignoring everyone else and pointed directly at me, well who could blame them, I was wearing a black strapless satin dress just below the knee with strapped heels and matching necklace and earrings, my hair was just as I'd left it earlier only it had loose curls though it, curtesy of Ellen, a member of the royal household and my personal hair stylist.

Just when it seemed so glamorous, a different type of scream bounced off the buildings lining the street and in the distance we could clearly see a group of zombies approaching, instinctively I made a grab for my dagger but before I could a large hand grabbed mine and another grabbed my opposite shoulder, lightly hinting for me to keep walking as they leaned down and whispered in my ear "Not tonight, princess" in a husky male voice and I don't know why but I let go and walked with him still holding my shoulder.

When we reached the door, he dragged me into the corner facing him and I snapped, nobody manhandled me.
"Who the hell do you think you are?" I aggressively whispered as I looked up and saw the must beautiful brown eyes I'd ever seen staring back at me, a little stunned I just stood there.
"Don't you think?" I snapped out of whatever trance I was in and realised he'd just said something,
"What?"
He chuckled, "Now if you were a lady, you'd see pardon." He said in a sarcastic tone, only just now letting go of my shoulder, cutting off the electric current I didn't even realise was there.

Pull yourself together Gwen, "Well if you were a gentleman you wouldn't drag me away and assume you could tell me what I can and cannot do." I countered, there, that sounded a bit more redeeming right?

"My men were handling the situation, the undead have already been disposed of and there were no injuries." I was a bit taken aback.
"You weren't needed and we wouldn't want you ruining that little number now, would we?" He said hinting towards my dress and I suddenly felt very aware of how much it eventuated my curves.

"I do my job well, this little number" I said in a mocking and in all honesty pathetic attempt at his posh yet rough accent, "would have been just fine, without your help. And since we are talking about manners, I find it extremely rude that you haven't answered my earlier question, who exactly are you?"

"Let's think of me as a... mysterious stranger" he smirked, a little too wickedly sending me weak in the knees.

"A mysterious stranger who just so happened to drag me into a dark secluded area?" I glanced around at the dark shadows surrounding us.

"Yes. Does the darkness scare you?" He leaned in and I flinched, sensing my hesitation he grabbed my hand and breathed on my neck, sending shivers pulsating to my core, "ill protect you."

I kneed him in the groin and hit his back with my elbow, causing him to kneel before me, he may have been the hottest man I'd ever seen but did he really think I was that easy? "On the contrary," I began lifting his chin up to face me as he chuckled, a little stunned at what just happened, "I'd take the darkness any day over a sexist nomad..." I glanced down and realised this perv was actually turned on, hilarious how easily I captivated the male species. "With obvious daddy issues."

His face went blank, whoops I may have gone a bit too far, this is really the only problem I had with communicating, I was a bit prone to insensitivity and I'd obviously struck a nerve.

As he picked himself up, I almost felt embarrassed at how cruel it sounded played back in my head, "I'm sorry that was rude of me" and I genuinely meant it.

He gazed down at me "What for? You don't know me or anything at all to do with my personal life so what would give you the impression you were being rude?" He said, not cross but obviously less amused than he had been a few moments ago.

He was right, I couldn't know for sure he had "daddy issues" I internally kicked myself for using that phrase.
"I just know that... you can never really tell what goes on behind closed doors and in my case I shouldn't have been so insensitive."

He seemed amused, almost hiding a smirk, "You're right, it was impractical if you to judge someone's character based on their potential family problems. But that's not why I'm agitated."

"It's not?" Thank god, I was really not in the mood to follow this guy around apologising all night.

"No." And before I knew it he had punched my stomach with such force it knocked the oxygen from my lungs, how had I not seen that coming I was practically a trained killer.

"I didn't hesitate to knock your pretty little ass to the ground, a sexist would have thought it improper." He laughed before striding off, leaving me astounded and irritated.

That man is a prime example of exactly why I do not date.

- If only your father saw him that way...

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