Dinzel

2// Managing Her

{Marian}
The Prince was furious.

I'm not dumb, I figured it's because I'm human. I got the hint, he didn't like humans. 

When I entered the prince's room, I almost died from all the glory. It was everything you would expect a prince's room to be. King-sized bed, 100-inch television- I kid you not- collectible sculpture, work space, platinum accents, heated floors, fine framework. Prized cushions, bear fur, an open glass view of everything below, with smooth dark drapes hiding it half way.

I could go on, but if I do, I won't get to the point.

As I pushed the door forward and entered his room. The prince stood up, taking in my features. One glimpse was enough for me though.

He wore a grey tracksuit and had his phone in his hand. His purple hair was neatly brushed back, making his face structure significant. His jawline was perfect and he had the eyes of a god. His lips were plump and wide. Lips like that could kill a woman. His muscles were evident from behind his clothing and his stature was really that of a MAN. I was so sure that he was twice my height, even from far off. 

There was no doubt that he was handsome. But that's how it is. Prince's are always handsome. 

When he snapped, I left his room heading to the princess's room hoping she was nothing like him.

I enter after hearing a reply to my knock.

Her room is large like his, but his room is obviously larger. She is seated on her purple covered bed with her head buried in her phone.

She glances at me once then continues using her phone. 

She has long legs and even longer dark purple hair. Her hair is longer than her mother's and she is a very rare type of beauty. There is only a slight resemblance to her and the prince. 

She looks about my age and thankfully she doesn't give the prince's reaction.  

I head into her bathroom and take all the clothes in her mandarin laundry basket. When I'm done taking it all, I motion towards the door.

The moment I open the door it is pushed forward. It's the prince.

Immediately, our eyes meet. I look away, my heart beating like crazy. It hasn't been a day and I've found new fears.

It felt like he was looking into my soul. I was so afraid he'd hit me. Probably cause he actually feels like hitting me.

His burning eyes, manly face and neatly cut hair were in perfect view. It would have been gorgeous if I wasn't scared to death.

I leave. 

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{Princess Rachel}
There is a human in the castle. In our castle.

Mom. 

She's the only one that could've done this. 

Despite my opinions on the rule against us and humans, it's still a rule and I can't associate with the human slave. 

But if I noticed anything...it was her beauty. She was really beautiful behind the cuts and bruises on her skin.

There is tension between Bruce and the human as she tries to leave my room. I sit back and watch. 

He is mad, vexed, furious, enraged. Call it what you want to, but it's not new to me. I'd be surprised if he weren't. 

When she leaves, he slams the door behind her, a completely unnecessary action that makes me question how he's the older one.