Red's Demise

If I Hypothetically Killed A Prince, Would There Be Consequences?

Red

Footsteps hurried behind me as MK let out a displeased growl. That alone told me who was currently running to catch up to me. 

"So where are we off to now?" The towering male asked with a grin on his face. 

I completely ignored him in hopes of him leaving. Although I understand the temptation of a challenge, I couldn't imagine that this male truly wanted to hang out with me. 

Perhaps I should give him a taste of who I am. 

"You know I think it is endearing that you ignore me," Niles chuckled. 

I managed to avoid scoffing and instead just rolled my eyes at the male and his unfaltering annoyance. I almost felt inclined to believe that the male was feeling suicidal with how close he was standing next to me and the frequent 'accidental' bumping of our shoulders. 

The prince continued to follow me, even after we left the castle. I knew that leading him back to the manor wouldn't be the best idea, so instead, I set my sights on the royal stable. 

The stables lied beyond the gardens, something I always disliked as I had to walk pretty far just to visit the horses. However, the gardens were pretty and always were perfectly maintained. Flowers somehow bloomed here year-round, even though we had long and cold winters. It was because of that, that I believed the castle gardener was a magic wielder. 

The giant wooden and stone stable came into sight and I felt almost giddy at the sight of it. 

Ingrid had mentioned earlier that she no longer rode, but I was still interested to visit the horses there. Mostly to see if I remembered any of them. 

The male next to me followed quietly and although I found his behavior strange, I couldn't find the energy to question him or even care. If he wanted to waste his time following me around like a lost puppy then that was his choice. 

Niles walked close enough to me that I was able to smell his nearly intoxicating sweet scent. The smell that coated him reminded me of a plant that was often found in greenhouses. The plant was harvested and often made into a chewy substance, creams, or even the paste that some used to clean their teeth. The prince smelt fresh, sharp, and minty. It was a refreshing smell that nearly made me lean into him. 

My strange thoughts suddenly disappeared as the flapping of wings was heard. I looked up just in time as a giant white owl came flying towards me. I made to duck but realized that the bird wasn't flying to me, but rather the male to my left. 

Niles held out his hand and the bird hovered before landing on his forearm. I nearly cringed as I saw the claws dig into his arm, however, the male didn't seem to notice the pain as he reached up and lightly stroked a finger down the owl's head. 

"Isn't she beautiful?" Niles asked and the bird made a whistling noise in response. The sound made the prince chuckle. "I wasn't talking to you," He told the bird before turning to me, a bright smile beamed across his face. 

If the prince wasn't attractive before, he was fucking hot now. 

His straight black hair fell to his chest. While I peered at his hair, I couldn't help but notice that - at some point - he had unbuttoned the first two buttons on his shirt, which managed to expose a sliver of his dark skin. His chest was muscled, but still carried the toned look that the rest of his body flexed. But it was his skin that I couldn't help but focus on. 

He was not tanned nor carried the complexion of many southern continents, however, his skin was dark and almost carried a blue tint to it, much like his hair. His hair was black, but under certain lighting almost appeared as a dark blue color.