His tiny hostage [G/T]

II - A Failed Negotiation

The prince eyed the boys from the other end of the breakfast table, his gaze intense and unnerving. "Boys, I'm glad you're having fun, but did you have to bring the human prisoner to breakfast?" he said. The human girl, trembling under his stare, couldn't help but feel the shiver it sent down her spine. His lack of care for her discomfort was evident.

"You're scaring her, brother! Stop staring at her!" Koa's outburst broke the prince's unwavering gaze.

"Huh?"

"Look away!"

"What do you mean, look away?"

"Turn your head, big brother, or we will attack you!"

"Or what?" The prince's defiance was met with Koa and Ezra raising their slingshots, aiming directly at their older brother. Meanwhile, Luca pulled the girl closer, gently rubbing her head to calm her as he continued eating his breakfast. He handed her a crumpet, which she ate gratefully, finding solace in Luca's presence.

"Fine, I'll look away this time," the prince conceded, turning his head. The girl finally dared to look at him properly. His hair, unruly and long for a giant, his yellowish eyes, and his sharp, muscular build gave him a terrifying yet handsome appearance. She quickly chastised herself for such thoughts about her captor. Luca's comforting touch on her back and his tender nudge caused her hair bun to burst open, cascading her hair down to her feet. The prince and the triplets marveled at the sight.

"I'll put it back up, boys. I know it's hideous to look at," she said, trying to gather her hair.

"No, your hair is so nice, Bluebelle!" Koa exclaimed, lifting her and spinning her around. She clung to his thumb to avoid flying off, feeling a mix of embarrassment and joy.

"Let's go!" Ezra grabbed her, and they ran around the castle, introducing her to the maids and butlers. The overwhelming experience eventually caused her to faint, a common occurrence for her, given her perpetual tiredness and easy startle reflex.

Otis was in his room, finishing a letter when his brothers burst in. "Big brother, Princess Bluebelle is sick!"

"What do you mean, sick?"

"She keeps falling asleep!" they cried, presenting her unconscious body. Otis scrutinized her, noting her porcelain-like skin, rosy cheeks, and silver hair with blue streaks. Despite rumors of her being the least liked and ugliest among her family, Otis found her breathtaking. But as she awoke, headbutting him in the process, his feelings of annoyance resurfaced. He handed her back to Koa and left to investigate.

As he prepared to leave, his butler questioned him. "Master Otis, where are you going?"

"To her kingdom, to see if they're coming to get her. Her presence is getting sickening."

"Princess Bluebelle is a girl."

"I'm aware of that."

"Then why do you call her 'it'?"

"It's kind is not good enough to be acknowledged as more."  He reached the human kingdom in about thirty minutes, pounded on the roof, and yelled, "King Tsunada, get out here!"

The king strolled onto a balcony, smiling at Otis as if he hadn't kidnapped his daughter. "Welcome, Prince Otis," he greeted, climbing onto Otis's hand. Otis laid against a nearby mountain and began to talk.

"So, what brings you here on this lovely day?"

"King Tsunada, do you not remember me kidnapping your daughter?"

"What's that about my daughter? You want to marry Princess Passion?"

"No, I do not—"

"Let's get the wedding arrangements set up. The amount of children you two will have, their names, etc. You will become my son-in-law, so call me Dad."