Chapter 3

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A/N thank you to everyone giving my book a chance! Do you like the pace or should it speed up/slow down? Like always, I am open to criticism :)

*Ella's POV*

I wake up laying on a cloud, a warm, soft, fluffy cloud. I have never been this comfortable in my whole life, my box doesn- hold on. Oh. My. Crackers! The king and queen wanted me to come back to the castle. I must be dead? I slowly open my eyes and look around. I am definitely not dead, but I might be dreaming. The room I am in is a little room, that I can tell right away. What I don't understand is how I got here? All I can remember is freaking out when the queen wanted me to come to the castle. I have to get out of here before they find me again and hurt me!

Wait, what the- this isn't a bed, it's a little's bed! Why am I in a little's bed? What are they called... oh a crib! Why am I in a crib? It's so tall how am I going to get out of here? So many questions. Just as I think that the door starts to open. I'm scared so I do the only logical thing I can think of; I grab Mr. Benji and pretend I'm sleeping.

"Oh darn, she's still asleep. I guess I'll have to take this ice cream and give it to someone else."

I bolt up and look in the direction the voice came from. I see the queen standing with a bowl of chocolate ice cream, smiling at me. I pale and my heart sinks.

"Please don't kill me I will do anything I don't want to die and I j-just didn't want to be classified and I was happy please let me go I'm sorry" I rush through my pleas as tears start falling down my face. The queens smile vanishes, and a look of concern replaces it.

"Hey, hey, hey shhhh its okay sweetie. We are not going to kill you," she somehow gets the crib bars to lower, and she sits next to me cautiously, "Can you take a breath for me and try to slow those tears?"

I take a deep breath and focus on my heartbeat and the soft fur on Mr. Benji's ear. When I calm down I look up at her.

"Yo-you aren't going to kill me?" I ask hesitantly.

"Absolutely not," she hands me the ice cream and I look at it skeptically, "It isn't poisoned sweet girl. How about you eat that and answer some questions for me hmm?"

I look at the ice cream then look back at her, "Okay..."

Her face lights up and she clasps her hands together, "Wonderful! Let's go sit at the table so you don't spill that all over these pretty pink sheets."

Hmm she has a good point; I follow her over to a white table with pink plastic chairs.

"Let's start out with names, yeah? My name is Freya, what is yours?"

"I'm Estrella but everyone calls me Ella." I respond paying more attention to my ice cream than the queen. I know that can be seen as disrespectful, but I haven't had ice cream in years. It is my favorite dessert in the whole world.

"It's nice to meet you, Ella. Can you tell me your classification?" when she asks that I freeze.

"Uhm-I... I don't know. I never got classified." I said barely above a whisper. She nods and types into her phone. I've never had a phone and none of my foster parents let me see theirs, so I scoot closer to see it. She looks up and laughs, "Do you want to play on my phone?" I look up at her surprised and nod hesitantly. She could be messing with me, but she's not. She hands me her phone and I just stare at it. After a minute the queen helps me start playing a game. It is a bit childish but so much fun! I become so distracted with the phone I don't hear people come in the room. The queen gently takes her phone and kneels, so we are eye to eye.

"Okay sweet girl, we have some people here to classify you" I jump out of my chair and try to get to the door. Try being the key word because the king, who I hadn't noticed until now, grabbed me before I could make it very far. Vampires and all other species are way bigger and stronger than humans. I am 5'0 so by human standards I'm pretty small; so, you can imagine how much bigger the other species are compared to me.

The king held me by my waist and waited until I calmed down. I screamed and kicked as long as I could, but I just got too tired. Eventually I gave up, and then the king shifted me in his arms, so he had one arm under my thighs, and I had my arms around his neck. It made me look like a child.

"Have you calmed down?" the king whispers into my ear. I scowl and turn my head so I'm not facing him before I nod. He chuckles and looks at the queen.

"This is my husband, Thomas. We want to get you classified and offer you a place to stay. If you are good while we go through the classification process, I can get you more ice cream."

I whimper and look at her with teary eyes, "I don't want to be classified" I mumble looking down.

"What? Why not?" the king asks surprised.

"I-I don't know, I just was always passed from home to home, and I know I'm going to be one of the submissive categories. I don't want to do that anymore, being alone by choice is a lot better than being left alone because you're not wanted." I sniffle and hide my face in the king's neck crying softly. They aren't scary like I thought they would be, they make me feel safe.

"I promise you will never feel unwanted again, but I need you to get classified, okay? I will make sure you are taken care of for the rest of your life, no matter your classification," the queen said softly. I stopped crying and looked at her. She seemed genuine, and she hasn't given me a reason not to trust her yet.

"Okay, but you have to pinky promise," I held out my pinky. She smiles and links her pinky with mine, then she nods to the nurses and doctor in the room.

"Alright Ms. Estrella, I am going to have his highness lay you on the bed after you drink this," he holds out a cup of bright pink liquid and I take it, "then we will put some stickers on your head, and you'll sleep for a little bit. When you wake up, we will know your classification," the doctor finishes talking, and I look at the king.

He winks at me and smiles, "you'll be okay, Freya and I will stay by your side the whole time." I hold my pinky out and he chuckles, "Yes ma'am, I pinky promise," he says while locking the promise in with our fingers.

Hesitantly I drink the pink stuff, surprisingly it doesn't taste like much. The king sets me down on the bed I woke up in and the nurses put stickies on my head and collar bone. I keep my eyes on the king and queen while the medical people work so I know there still here. After all the stickies are on me my eyes get really heavy. This is the nap doctor was talking about. Please let mommy and daddy be here when I wake up... I don't want to be alone.

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