Dinzel

9// His Highness The King

Princess Rachel
Mom and dad's anniversary ball was real nice. It held in the function hall and we all had to wear royal clothes. I didn't enjoy wearing the long ball gown but
mom had begged me to wear it.
The dress was dark yellow with tiny diamonds used to bring out its beauty. And I guess the dress suited my hair in a way.

At lease the party was in the afternoon and Bruce couldn't dump alcohol in his mouth and do stupid things afterwards.

Mom organized everything and it was honestly really beautiful.

Dad and mom had been married for a long time now and I have to congratulate mom for her tolerance.

I mean dad is the most unfaithful man I know. And it's not easy to cope with that. I know I can never.

The only thing he doesn't do is physically assault her. And I'm sure Bruce will murder him if he dared raised a hand to her.

His madness is not on that level thankfully.

Leo couldn't attend the party but Bella made it. We had fun talking and making comments. The party was quite fancy, too fancy. The huge chandeliers made me sick.

"I'll be back," I said to the old couple I had been talking to for a while.

"Okay," the woman grinned.

I stood alone by the grand food table and watched mom and dad danced together

Even though dad did bad things we knew he still cared about her.

Then Bruce walked to me.

He was in a red prince's outfit that mom had to convince him to wear.

"Hey sis," he stood beside me.

"Hi. Isn't this so nice?" I beamed, keeping my eyes on my parents.

"No," he said "it's the most boring party I've ever been to in my life. It slows, sappy and there are no interesting girls at this party."

He went on. "This outfit is wack. I'd rather watch a stone movie. I'd rather even -"

"Okay, okay I get it yeish." I held my cup to my lips.

"What are you drinking?"

"Blood."

"Is it fresh?"

"Yeah, today's blood. They say it's helps you your teeth grow stronger and your venom more poisonous."

"Where did you get it from?"

"There is a huge bowl over there." I pointed to the table.

He poured himself a cup and sipped it.

"Mmm tingly."

"Exactly. But don't stain your outfit. Mom will be real mad."

"I'm already mad at this outfit. I don't care whether it's gets stained."

I laughed.

We drank the full cup and got refills. As Bruce stood, his eyes suddenly began searching the ball.

"Are you looking for someone?"

"No," he said "not at all."

He stopped looking around. Some minutes later, he sipped from his cup.

"Erm... ha... you... whe..." he stuttered.

"Those aren't actual words." I tried not to laugh.

"Have you... do you know.... Erm have you seen Ninety eight today?"