The Lost Heir

Chapter 33

MARAX POV

My love and admiration for Amon is limitless but having me babysit the princess on a shopping trip is not fun. Walking through the town with the Princess was like being with a child. This girl knew of nothing apparently. Every thing she stared at in wonder.

Amon had transported us to the heart of London, in an alleyway near the café he frequently gets the breakfast at. The moment we emerged from the alleyway, the Princess eyes lit up in wonder. Honestly she looked like me when I saw food. Beside Amon, there is nothing I love more than a good meal. Living poor in my first few hundred years of life made me appreciate every morsel of food placed in front of me. 

The Princess was standing still gaping in bewilderment. For Kings sake, she was staring at the tall clock tower. It’s a freaking clock, in a tall tower. What’s so great about that? 

“Have you never seen a clock before?” I asked her. I just wanted her to move. I was hungry. 

“Not really. No such devices existed in the village. Our huts weren’t made from these hard stone things.” She said poking a building closest to her. 

“It’s called cement and blocks. Human buildings are made from it, together with steel and iron and other materials they get from the earth.” I explained, removing her hand from the wall. “Now please Princess. Let’s go to the café.”

“Raven.”

“What?” I know her name is Raven. Why would she tell me that?

“Call me Raven. Not princess. Please” 

Ronove would have my head if I didn’t show his daughter the proper respect. And frankly so would Amon. Not my head, but some body part and I rather not thing of which. I shuddered at the mere thought.

“I will stick to princess.” My life depends on it. 

“If not my name, then something else. I don’t like princess.”

Which princess would not like being called princess? This girl is strange. Is it her human blood that makes her this way? Damn it Marax. No we can’t insult her. Not even think it. Amon and her father would find out if they delve into my thoughts and memories. 

“My lady. Is that better?” 

She smiled and nodded. “Yes.”

“Good. Now let’s go my lady. You must be hungry.”

Her stomach growled in response. For the sake of the Kings! Grumbling, I grabbed her hand and pulled her down the street and to the café. It was small but cosy. And as a demon who doesn’t like crowds, I preferred it so. Opening the door for her, I let the Princess enter first and locate a table for us. She found a four seater booth by the window. She slid in to occupy the seat closest to the window and I sat opposite her.

I watched as the Princess took up the menu and scanned it. Did she even know how to read? I remember Amon telling me that the women that village weren’t really educated. Most of them chose to just bear children. Was the Princess uneducated like the rest? I, however, didn’t need to read the menu. I already knew what I wanted. After a few minutes, the waitress came over to take our order. 

“I'll have the strawberry and cream French toast with maple syrup, breakfast sausages and a grande cup of black coffee.”

“Okay.” She said in an over chirpy voice. “And you miss?”

The Princess looked up at the waitress, then to me, the waitress and back to me. Is she alright? 

“Marax? I can’t decide.” She whispered a little too loudly. Even the waitress heard.