"Are you mixed? Cause you look half fine and half mine"
-"Oh, so we're going smooth with it? 😏"
"I thought you might wince and never talk to me ever again 😂"
-"Doesn't seem like I have a choice now, do I?😂"
...
It's a world where one must complet...
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"Argh!", I lunge at Nel for the fifth time only for him to bend down, roll over, go behind me, and put his sword up against my throat.
My sword rattles against the floor as our breathing gets heavier, his hot breath on my neck.
"Princess, you're distracted today", he lets go, coming to face me, his voice echoing over the empty arena.
"Hmm? Oh yeah. My parents gave me this whole lecture about soulmates and all at breakfast today...", I grab my sword from the ground.
He looks surprised, "They did?"
I nod, breathing heavily.
He chuckles before pulling up his sleeve and showing me his wrist.
Five small tattoos are etched against his skin.
I grin, "Oh my god!!! Looks like someone's soulmate is eager to find them", I tease and he blushes.
"It's only five", he shrugs, rolling his other collar to his elbow too, "Fifteen more to go"
His dark grey hair is falling onto his face, sweat dripping down his neck. His yellow eyes dart from one tattoo to another, his mouth slightly curling upwards.
For a thirty-year-old man, he's hot.
"Another round?", he asks, coming closer.
Why do his lips look so full right now? Why does he smell so good even though he's sweaty right now? Why do his abs look even better right now? And yes, he's wearing a shirt, all buttons undone for some reason.
"Princess?", he touches my arm lightly and I gasp, stepping back.
It burnt me.
"Are you okay your majesty?", he examines me.
"Y-Yeah I'm fine", I shake my head and walk back to the dressing room.
"D-Did I do something wrong? I'm terribly sorry if I did I-"
"Nelson, it's fine. I'm just tired...and I just want to be alone right now, okay?"
"Of course. We'll resume this another day then", he bows before walking away.
Why does he look so hot right now?
What is happening to me, that man is 12 years older than me!!
I mean, not that I care about age gaps- WHAT AM I THINKING!?
Kiss him.
Woah, wait a second. Kiss him?! After four years of being with this man, I now have the urge to kiss him? I can't kiss him; he has a soulmate coming for him for god's sake! And I bet he and her...or him, have some lovely conversations together.
Kiss him.
Shut up, inner voice!
You have to kiss him
I won't...I can't.
Kiss him.
He's my trainer!!
"Nelson, wait!", I run after him...straight into the men's changing room. The doors creak and my feet touch the cold tile floor. Looking up, I see about twenty-five shirtless men look at me scaredly.
"H-Hi Uhm, Nelson?", I lift my head, scanning through the swarm of abs. It's so hot in here. About ten seconds later, Nelson walks out the room, a towel wrapped around his waist, probably going to take a shower.
Kiss. Him.
I-I can't.
Do it, the voice literally pushes me towards him.
I take in a deep breath, then run to him before smashing my lips against his'. Everyone gasps, moving away slightly. Nel looks alarmed and his hands are moving everywhere, not knowing what to do. I pull back just in time for a breath, my legs all wobbly.
He looks confused, angry, scared, and he's shaking.
"I'm so terribly sorry Nel, so, SO sorry", I stutter before turning back and walking out the room in a hurry.
Why the actual hell did I do that?! He's my trainer for hell's sake. I should stop swearing all the time. Fuck.
Nelson doesn't come behind me and I'm thankful. I quickly walk inside the dressing room, change into a comfortable dress before grabbing my bag and running out of the arena, out of the suffocating room.
My feet automatically start leading me to my room, as I feel as if to go under my blankets and never come out again. Ever. The knights all bow as I walk past them, but my mind is elsewhere.
Why did I have the urge to kiss that man all of a sudden!? I've never been attracted to him ever before, he's just my trainer, that's it. And I just gave away my first kiss to him, again, for that stupid urge. He's never been attracted to me I'm pretty sure.
I mean, I'm beautiful, everyone is, they have to accept it. How can you love someone if you don't even love yourself? That's beside the point- wait.
What if kissing him was a task? Nahh, that would be too stupid, kissing my personal trainer as a- wait. What if giving away my first kiss was a task? I can't even comprehend what's going on right now.
Does everyone have to do the same tasks, or do they differ? How often can I talk to my soulmate? Does he know anything I don't? Is he royal, or a commoner?
I have so many questions to ask mom and dad but before that...
"Sir", I walk towards a random knight. He looks scared and bows, "Yes your highness?"
"Are you married?", I ask him politely.
"With 2 kids your highness", he smiles.
"Aww, boys or girls?"
"Older boy, young girl", he answers.
"And your wife? How's she doing?"
"She's doing fine, your highness", he states slowly. It's not every day the direct royal family talks to a random knight.
"Sir, may I please see your wrist?", I request.
He nods before unbuttoning his cuffs and pulling his sleeve backward. He has twenty tattoos etched on his wrist too, but they're not the same as my parents or Nelsons.
"If your highness is wondering whether everyone has the same twenty tasks, no, they do not, it differs your highness", he says.
"Thank you so much sir", I smile genuinely and with one more nod, walk away. So, it differs from person to person. How delightful.
And now that I know that kissing Nelson was a huge mistake and- OUCH.
I feel a sharp pain in my hand and I lift my left hand, looking at my wrist. A small black dot appears. More pain, more black. I whimper when it starts hurting worse, and my eyes become blurry. Okay, okay, it's fine.
About a full minute of pain later, I wipe my tears and peek at my wrist. A mouth, lips, about one centimeter wide, rests on it. That means...
