A Princess Named Harry

Chapter 26

In front of her were a bunch of sweaty young noble boys fighting each other with wooden swords. All of Harry's attention was now on them. She was impressed and also thought that it looked like fun.

"Um, Harry?" called Kahil.

"Yes?" she answered nervously. She gave him her full attention again. "I'm sorry, I was distracted."

"No, it's fine," he replied.

The two looked around at all of the boys.

"Oh yeah, Harry, let me introduce you to someone."

"O-okay."

"You can go out in the field, and I'll meet you there."

"What? Is that okay?"

"Sure it is!"

Despite Kahil saying so, Harry wasn't convinced.

"But I'm not a knight, nor one in training won't I just be a hindrance to the ones who are really . . . "

"It's fine."

Harry would've protested more had Kahil not started to walk away from her.

"Yeah, it is fine," she mumbled to herself. "You're a princess; no one will bully you."

Suddenly, the image of Kaitlyn popped into her mind. She tried to reassure herself again as she headed out into the middle of the grounds. As she got closer, she wondered if bullying was the right word for it. She soon became uncertain.

"Hey, you!"

Harry continued with her thoughts.

"You! Hey, you! Girl!"

She jumped and turned around in the direction where the shouting was coming from. A boy was running towards her.

"Hey, you!" he shouted. "You can't be here!"

Upon getting closer to her, he noticed how beautiful she was.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," Harry said, flustered. "But you see, His Highness told me to come and wait here, so I did as he said."

"A beauty!" gasped the boy, who suddenly started shouting, "A beauty! We have a super beautiful girl here!"

Soon, all the boys on the grounds stopped sparring and circled around her; this made her even more flustered.

"Um," she said; loudly. "If I'm bothering anyone here, please . . . tell me, and I'll leave right away."

But none of them were listening to her; no, they were too busy talking about her appearance.

"Um."

"Hey, you girl," spoke one of them. "Are you from around here?"

Another grabbed her arm and pulled her.

"Yeah, you're pretty."

Harry didn't like this; to say she hated it would be an understatement. That was why she was so relieved when Kahil returned.

"What are you lot doing?" he shouted. They went silent and turned to him. "You're all messing around? And with the royal princess at that." He sighed and noticed one of the boys had a tight grip on her arm."You let go of her right this instant!"

The boy did as he said. He let go of Harry and ran back at a great distance from her. Harry rubbed her arm as it slowly started to turn red with his hand prints.

"I'm sorry, Harry," said Kahil. He was being quite apologetic. "Is your arm okay?" he asked as he examined it. Kahil was shocked that it took so little to hurt her.

"I'm fine," she replied.

Kahil gave her a concerned expression before moving on. "Harry, let me introduce you to my friend."

That's when Harry noticed a boy hiding behind him. "This is my good friend, Terrance Branson."

The boy named Terrance emerged from behind him. He was tall and very thin. He had the reddest blazing hair, and his bangs were long and messy. They were nearly covering his orange-like brown eyes. He had an ear cuff on his left ear. And he had on the warmest expression that Harry had ever seen from a noble boy.

He stepped out in front of her, bowed, and got on one knee. He spoke clearly and concisely, "It is my honor to meet you, Your Highness. As you heard, my name is Terrance Branson." He reached out, took Harry's hand, and kissed it.

Even though a kiss on the hand was a common way to show respect in nobility, Harry was still greatly shaken by it. She thought at that moment that she had met one of those so-called intense boys.