The Lost Princess (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter Seven

The next day a knocking on the door wakes me up.

"Knock knock princess! Wake up!"

My head shot up from the pillow. Princess? How does this guy (it seems so from his voice) know? Neither I nor Aunt Daisy or Uncle Max told anyone. I hear a key being inserted in the lock. Shit! This guy has a key to my room?! The door opens. I grab the nearest thing to me (which is my pillow if you're wondering) and throw it at the guy's face.

"Hey! What was that for?" 

The guy picks the pillow off his face. I heave a sigh of relief. It's Eric! 

"What did you call me?" I demand.

Eric looks at me strangely, "I called you princess?" he says. "Ohhhh, relax. I only meant it as a joke."

I humph, "Why do you have a key to my room?"

He smirks, "The nice lady at the front desk was kind enough to give the spare key."

"Oh my God! Don't you dare use it to get in my room!" I exclaim.

"I won't. Unless you want me to." he wiggles his eyebrows.

I throw another pillow at him, "I hate you!"

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After I had gotten dressed - and was done kicking Eric out of my room - I met him outside the inn. He was sitting at table.

"Good morning princess." I glare at him and sit down on a chair opposite him. "Did you sleep well?" he finishes the sentence off with a smirk.

I mumble a incoherent 'I hate you'. I honestly still feel sleepy.

"Looks like someone is a little grumpy this morning." 

I scoff, "A little?"

"Okay, I take that back. A lot." I roll my eyes at him.

He laughs, "Alright grumpy. What are we doing today?"

I glare at him again, "Don't."

He raises one of his eyebrows, "Don't what?"

I'm so tempted to throw this guy off a cliff right now.

I sigh and rub my temple with my thumb and forefinger, "That's it. I officially hate you. Way to ruin my morning Eric."

He just laughs. He doesn't stop even when I give him the deadliest look I can manage at 9 in the morning. Let me tell you it is not as deadly as it is when I'm fully awake.

I get up from my chair, "Okay, I'm done. I'm so done with your shit. You're driving me insane and it's not even Monday."

Wait, is it Monday? I don't even know. I lost track. I guess staying in the wilderness does that to you.

"Alright, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Eric tries to compose himself, but it's pretty evident that it's taking every ounce of his being not to start laughing again. I glare at him. Apparently he finds that funny because he starts laughing again.

"I swear to God Eric! Stop! You're acting like a two year old!" I reach over the table and hit him on the arm.

"Sorry, sorry." He wheezes, and wipes his eyes. I roll my eyes for like the umpteenth time and sit back down in my chair.

"Are you always like this at home? Should I be worried?"

He snorts, "No."

"Oh really? Does that mean I have to laugh too? Or am I only the person that gets laughed at?" I say, my words practically dripping with sarcasm.

"Sorry. I'm sorry." he says for like the millionth time today.

"Are those the only two words in your vocabulary list?" I ask.

"No. But I am saying those words a lot more then normal." I just shake my head at him.

He smiles, "As much as I would love to, or we going to stay here and argue all day or are we going to do something?"

I sigh, "Fine, fine," I think. "Maybe we could go sightseeing?"

He grins like the two year old he is, "Awesome! I know the perfect place."

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After arguing with Eric for another half an hour, he left claiming he had things to do at home. He also said he'll meet me at the front of the inn in four hours. I decide to explore the village in the meantime. After getting my bag from my room, I start walking around. There are so many stores! Stores selling: clothes, shoes, tools, things for horses, hunting supplies and many more. A while later, I start to smell something. I sniff the air. It smells nice, like dessert. I follow the smell. It wafts from a warm looking bakery. I step inside and look around. There is so much food! Well, dessert to be exact. Cakes, breads, pies and many more line the shelfs of the bakery. The woman behind the counter turns and gasps, "Lily?!"