A Royal Pain in the Ball ✓

Chapter 6 - On with the Night of the Ball

"What are you, a teenager?"

She had a blank face still plastered on her face, facing motionless towards the front entrance barracaded with old metal and copper fenced gates.

"State your business." The robotic man voice tone sounded.

The man said for the countless time, her still standing for the last 2 hour she has been there.

"I told you, I'm here to attend the royal party. Ball." She explained again.

"Madame, you have no identity, refused to show your student card, visa or, driving license and refused to bring your passport. You are not to be let in. " The automatic voice said.

"I'm- I'm sorry young woman, but if you have no card, you can't get in." The shrivelled, shaking voice said. She spun to see a man in his mere 90's came up. And she saw with irritational envy at how easy he was able to enter. The door opened for him and he smiled at her already wide eyed-balls, sparkling under the white moon.

He smiled an inch wider before stepping an inch, took a large step then another inch. To which she concluded he was in the mode of walking.

"Where the heck is that man." She muttered under her breath. Cursing him almost at the center of her mind for being late, leaving her and don't even mention about bailing. Her feet had been stepping on those few inch heels and her ankles are killing her.

The thought of sitting down did come to her mind. At the sidewalk of the grass, as the pavement was apparently the entrance to the gate itself, which she was smart enough to figure out it would be as embarrassing as wearing a bikini to a ballroom, let alone a secluded castle- the only one in this islandic town. Might as well shoot her and bury her under the earth, letting the earth swallow her whole.

She had been staring at nothing. Blinking when she must. Not a single thought of importance came to flash her mind.

Until she felt a tap on her shoulder. "Finally-" She heaved a breath. "You moronic monkey-"

She stopped as it wasn't the man she was thinking of. Only to meet a gentleman in a tuxedo of a red bow, a white lily on his right pocket and a mask only on one right eye.

She almost let out a breath of a whistle but stopped herself.

"I'm sorry, but you're holding the line."
He said politely.

Her mind went blank as she had nothing to say or words that could reply to his sentence. The slow, gruesome of no reply was replied by a tiny smile. It didn't help as it made Ave feel like a ticking time bomb.

"I'm sorry, but do you not have the special card?" He pulled out a yellow one. A similar color but this one was darker like a bronze and more 'immortal' -like if it had to be described.

He smiled in return.

"It's alright. I'll make sure you get there." He nudged his chin, putting a hand over her shoulder.

She looked up at his face, a little bit too staring. Not that she can make a full face out of him. Just a detail of his gorgeous features and eyeballs-of a color. Green.
Blue.

It didn't make sense that her neck started having neck pains. It gruesomely dawned on her teeny-tiniest brain call that she was staring a bit too long.

"Aren't you a little bit young to enter this castle gala?" She noticed he didn't look down to look at her, still standing at her, his warmth seeping through his jacket as he was still infront, holding the line, doing nothing with a hand still gripped across her shoulder.

"A friend invited me." She quickly answered.

It was more like a one quicky friend who spoke proudly of their friendship and bailed, and left her to die of embarassment in front high-borne people.