She did not think this through. It's not like she did with anything, ever. It was just that, this one was a bit more complex for her brain, and she didn't know what to do.
She didn't know what she said. What word just came out of her mouth - which just seemed to be an instant reply the other day. And she didn't know how to counter it as she was chased by the man who asked the stupidest question --maybe ever in his life.
"No." She replied.
As he chased her down the hallway as she walked the opposite direction, as if it would work in her mind, spinning around in an jnstant in hopes to lose him altogether. But it was a mistake, he chased her down as his eyes glimmered and it was no use. It was weird, that he did in a way, something that she couldn't shake off and of a fact that he would follow her to the ends of the earth if she escaped, for eternity.
"No? --But you said-"
"I didn't know what I mean. I just answered, okay. You were so close." She mumbled. "Why did you even ask that question anyway?" She asked, slightly turning around and glancing at him. And for a moment she wanted to agree with him. Totally not the best idea as she spun and walked even faster. She suddenly felt something and spun, and suddenly saw the heartwrenching look on his face, and she regretted it. "I - I didn't meant it li-"
"It's fine."
He said quietly as he approached her. "We must keep this quiet. He blatantly walked forward. Her legs frozen as he walked even closer and pressed his forehead against hers. The warmth seems to be so distracting she just stayed there, really close to him.
And in that moment she felt a slight jolt of warmth spread through her body. Comforting and a little delusional as she felt her memories being wafted, and into a blank space where she could sleep for eternity.
"No one has ever got married. And I will be the first." He muttered. Low, and warm against her lips. So warm that she wanted him to to it again.
Before he let go.
A smile lingered, ever so happy at her. "Now, what was it about that answer you gave me?"
She smiled, quirkily, in a reply that she didn't know what to say either. And just forcefully wished he would just forget about it. And it that moment, she felt that necklace she had worn around her neck warm, and glimmered as she looked down --felt like it had been used.
As she looked up, she saw that the man was about to say something, but was cut off as another came behind him, in a formal suit -- the man who escorted her down the stairs and he caught her eye, he who smiled at her seemed eery, and all she wanted to do was look away.
And she did, a little too early as she hid her face under the chest of the man, his smell and cologne wafted against her and she seeped in.
"Hello. Pleasant day, today isn't it?" He greeted.
And she smiled, ever so slightly.
"Come, meal is ready." He smiled at them, and be went down the stairs. Averithe and Cain looked at each other for a glance and they followed suit, down the stairs to reach a hall of a room full of tables, and the royals sitting down in each of their seats.
And she felt a shock.
She didn't expect it to be this way. And she felt that every one of them was looking at them. And they were- looking at her with eyes who sized her up without swaying to the bottom - just a mere stare and with each eyeball she met she became terrified. Of the dark, and of people.
She gulped. In the moment, she felt a grasp on her left hand. A warm, hold of her palm which got her to move inches closer to the man which she swore to not share another bed with. Or in forever time that was to come - she could be in danger. To new things that she didn't understand, and to the man she didn't want to fall in love deeper with.

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A Royal Pain in the Ball ✓
ChickLit⚠ Completed⚠ Suitable for 16+ :/ Enjoy! A Ball. In London, Burbury. England. A place of wealth and gold. An event her friends set her up with. What a tragic event that it was. She who has never never been to proms, relative's weddings not proms, e...