No Longer A Bride (book 2 of A Princes Groom)

Carter 7

Covey slowly led us into a small room at the end of the hallway, when we entered, the smell of burning hair grew intensely. And before I knew it, there was a sword to my throat. The cold metal caressed my neck as an incredibly short man with long hair inspected me. Although, it was clear he wasn't the wielder of the weapon. The man had black hair that faded to white at the tips, there were also red streaks in his hair as well. He was wearing a button up shirt and jeans. He had red suspenders and a red bowtie. He had on white satin gloves that looked as if he had stained them with blood and then bleached them. His hair was a little crazy, he had half of it in a ponytail and the other half was down, a part of his hair was covering his left eye. He had rectangular shaped glasses and tan skin, there were little horns the same color of his hair on his head and he had incredibly sharp teeth while he smiled at me with a sly look in his one visible eye.

It took me a moment to realize that Isaac was also being held hostage by an extremely tall man with purple hair and bunny ears. The man was not inspecting him, however. He was simply holding Isaac with a knife to his neck.

"Put him down Jackie." The man who was inspecting me said, and Isaac was let down. "This ones cute." The man approached Isaac and looked him up and down.

"I am married, thank you very much." Isaac said.

"Aww," The man pouted. "And I'm expecting this one is your husband, yes?"

"Yes." Despite popular belief, Isaac is actually very capable of standing up for himself. He has gotten a lot braver since we wed. But now it might change, we're a few steps away from knowing if we are still married or not.

"Fine, we can put the sword down." The man with the crazy looking hair said. The blade slowly moved away from my throat, only then did I see the wielder of the weapon. A very short, young boy. He looked like Covey, just... shorter? And a little bit... angrier. He just seemed a little bit more aggressive and short.

"Guy's, these men are the kings of Evenhere. We should give them a nice greeting rather than threatening them with a sacred blade." Covey rolled his eyes.

"Of course, I'm Exavier Soul." The man with the crazy hair bowed.

"My name is Jackson, but very few people are allowed to call me by my name. So for now, you shall call me P.B.&J." The taller man folded his arms.

"Wait, your nickname is P.B.&J.?" I was about to ask the same question, but Isaac beat me to it.

"It's a long story, but it stands for Probably Broken and Judgemental. It can also stand for Purple Bunny Jack." P.B.&J. glanced at EXavier, hinting that he gave the nickname.

"I used to give nicknames to people based on what I originally thought of them when I met them." EXavier seemed to be proud of this, I haven't a clue why.

"Well, you all are nice, but we're here to see the keeper." I decided to stay at least a little on track.

"Down here." A voice said from below me. I looked down to see the child from earlier, the one that looked like Covey. "I am Covin Lithos, the keeper."