The Unseen Prince

What Are We Now?

IM SO SORRY- had to plan out a good day for this to be updated on every week. My other book will be updated every Monday whereas this one will be updated on either fridays or Saturdays from here on out. Not only that but this unfortunately was typed on my... cellular device- no but seriously, the hard drive in my laptop is fucked so I gotta order one or some shit. Other than thaaaat, hopefully this is longer than what they have been aka I'm hoping to get close to 3000 words >:) ((I got to 3112 yay :D ))Another thing, I will no longer issue a nsfw warning since I have this book labeled as mature- I could issue one before the scenes if you really want or need one, in my opinion it ruins the flow of the chapter—but if it's needed just comment if I should or shouldn't. In this chapter there will be some "stuff" as one last warning.
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Her rosy lips curled into a smile as her loose grip around his neck slightly tightened showing she trusted the Prince she barely knew. Klee was beyond excited to finally spend time with the male she so desperately wanted to learn more about, the elven girl typically being hushed by maids to ignore his absence at the dinner table every night since she had arrived. Razor took her change of body language as a sign that he had obviously done something right so he continued their trek down the staircase. To keep the toddler awake he would skip down a step or two just to hear her precious giggle and see the subtle kick of her little boots. Razor had never been around such a young child let alone one his age, apart from his more recent years of meeting prodigies from distant kingdoms who wished for alliances so, he felt the need to cherish and protect her youthful innocence as an older brother. Klee gripped onto the untamed hair of her senior, cackling and cheering.

Finally taking the last step, the pair arrived at the throne room consisting of three- well two spotless thrones. Razor solemnly stared at the lesser condition of one throne but strode ahead of the young girl who simply stood in amazement. The prince turned to face Klee once beside the most extravagant of thrones, dipping his head to bow as he brought an arm up to his waist while the other copied from behind his frame. ",Your Highness." The elven girl tilted her head to the left. "Big brother Razor...? What do you- Oh, Oh! Klee gets it! Ahem.", She quickly cleared her throat and pursed her lips. Razor held back a chuckle as she proudly placed her hands on her hips and took big steps towards both him and the throne. Her confident walk and flawless posture screamed "queen" in a way that only she could understand. As much as she hated to admit it, she needed help getting onto the throne with Jean being so tall and all it's no wonder that the throne would be a mountain compared to Klee. To spare the stubborn girl the embarrassment Razor simply picked her up and plopped her down on the seat. Klee could feel the power resonating off of the throne as if it was tingling up her spine, silently awing while leaning further into the seat. Truthfully, Razor was using his vision to create a static atmosphere but he liked to allow the girl to run wild with her imagination. And run wild with it she did.

"My humble knight, Klee has a request- an order." Razor blinked back to reality and turned his gaze to the youth. "Razor try his best, I promise.", He silently commented while looking at her with his much darker crimson eyes. Klee had always been fascinated by her own eyes so seeing someone with a similar color always made her feel much closer to said person. She grinned at him, "Klee knew she could trust you- take me to the garden! No- the forest! I want to explore!", Klee exclaimed. Razor looked at his dearest elven treasure and gulped, "Hey uh... Garden Razor can.. But no woods. Off limit." He expected Klee to have an outrage but this child was no parent of his and instead gently grabbed his hand, her much smaller one just barely fitting in his palm. No harm came his way nor was there any yelling rather he received a teary eyed baby who quickly plunged into his pant leg to hide away from any lurking maids with their judgmental gazes. "Th...Than..Thank you! Thank you, Thank you!", She brokenly sobbed. Razor was partially in shock still from the sudden outburst combined with the overwhelming gratitude of the child. Whether it was pure instinct or not, he immediately crouched down and wrapped an arm around her tiny frame. A much bigger hand than her much smaller ones, it almost immediately locked onto the middle of her back where it gently began to rub in a soothing motion to try calming her down.