Restart With Love (A Regal Academy fanfic)

An Ogre and a Witch

Hawk POV
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I smiled outside, waiting for my parents.

I saw the beat up carriage come and daddy was waving his arms like a mad man.

"Daddy!!!" I shouted jumping up and down, "come quick!"

Finally, after what felt like forever dad came and parked the carriage.

He jumped down and ruffled my hair, and opened the door.

My mom grabbed my dads hand and stepped out.

Smiling at me, "how's my baby?"

She turned before I could answer and out came a blonde haired girl.

We locked eyes.

I knew at that moment, I would hate her with everything I ever had.

"Who's the rat?" I asked mom innocently.

"I was wondering the same thing," she crossed her arms, looking me up and down.

How rude.

"Behave." Dad warned.

I grinned serves her right.

"I was talking to you, Hawk."

"B-but she started it!" I stomped my foot.

"I thought children were supposed to be pretty; what are you?" She asked tilting her head.

I will always hate her.

"He's your fiancé," Dad smirked.

She frowned, "how do you know it's a boy? Cause I see an ogre,"

"I'm a human boy, witch,"

"At least I have magic; all you have is a bad smell that rivals your attitude!"

"Mom! Dad! Do something!"

"No can do son, she's your fiancée: your problem."

I officially hate my life.

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Dinner was no better, all we did was glare at each other.

If we said anything mean we would be sent to our rooms.

I ferociously bit my broccoli.

She stabbed her pasta.

"Alright... let's play a game? Shall we?" Dad suggested but, I wouldn't lose eye contact.

Dad always said to keep your eye on your enemy.

"Sure..." I said which she just nodded.

"Let's ask each other questions.

Rose what's your favorite color?"

"The color of his blood," she said pointing at me with her fork.

"Oh... okay... next question: Hawk what is your favorite meal?"

"My enemies bodies,"

"Now my dear wife: what is your favorite color?"

"I like yellow, it's bright like the sun."

"See kids! That's how you answer!"

Mom cleared her throat, "Rose what would you like to do?"

"Kick his butt." She muttered, crossing her arms.

"What else?"

"I dunno... ride a pony, I've always liked the outdoors."

"That's wonderful!" Mom started to tell Rose all about the best riding places, and giving her a suggestion on what horse to choose from the stables.

"Misty, is a docile horse, very kind and good with kids. I'll take you kids tomorrow."

So my enemies name is Rose.

Good to know.

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Thoughts?