Shadows Can Be Trusted

Chapter 2: Glorious Rejection

Elias the Third's POV

"I, Eilas The Third. Demand you servants to prepare my carriage for a trip into town..!" I ordered my personal servants with a snap of my fingers and a smile from my lips. "Of course, Young Master. " It shall be done, your Highness.." They murmured their replies before giving small bows and shuffling out of my chambers to do my will. After they left I sat down on my preferred seat that had been close to my original standing position moments earlier. I let out a satisfied sigh, smiling at myself in my vanity mirror across the room hanging on a wall. "I am gorgeous..!" I exclaimed aloud with pride, I stood up and wandered over to the large mirror. I adjusted my crown which sat upon my lovely golden hair, I then brushed off the nonexistent dust from my silk and golden trimmed clothing. As I continued to groom myself I was rudely interrupted by an annoying voice that belonged to a peasant under my order. "You highness...." I Let out an annoyed sighed "Yes what is it? Speak..!" I waved my hand in a motion that informed them to get on with it, honestly I hated how slow these peasants were. "The carriage is ready for you.." I smiled "Ah Finally..!" I moved past the servant male without another word or any expression of gratitude. I then made my way down the long lavish halls of my home and castle before taking a turn and strutting down the curved stairs with red carpeting. The large castle doors were opened for me as I approached them with my glory. As I passed the guards they bowed, I smiled at myself. I knew how blessed they were to be in my presence. I stepped into the afternoon sun, the rays of warmth blessed my golden hair with the ability to shine. I continued to make my way towards the gold detailed carriage attached to my lovely white stallions, another man servant held the carriage door open for me. Once again I walked past the servant without a word or even a glance, after I sat down comfortably the door was closed and the driver whipped the horses to go.

I arrived at the village of my kingdom which was filled with countless peasants, some lovely in color of looks and others cursed with the appearance and smell of a skunk. The same male servant from earlier slowly opened my carriage door, I tapped my foot impatiently as he took forever to open the door. Once the door was finally open I gracefully stepped out basking all the peasants in the area with all my glory. Instantly after exiting the carriage I made my way to my personal clothing store, decorated, stocked and supplied by none other than my wonderful self. I then proceeded to strut towards the staircase that led to the doorway which stood between me and my soon to be clothing. Like always the door was opened for my glorious person, I was also greeted by the 'shop owner'. "Ah Welcome back Your Grace, we have a fine new collection of fabrics, silks and jackets that were hand tailored just for you!" I gave a smile "I see, please go fetch the ones that will best suit my skin tone.." I ordered as I took a seat in one of the arm chairs off to the side. I continued to wait in my chair, my patience fading away as the servants continued to be slow and waste my time. Just as I was about ready to order then to return with at least something to entertain me for a moment I heard a voice from below that grabbed my attention in a violent but attractive manner. I stood to my feet and focused on the voice, I then began to walk slowly towards the exit and entrance of the floor and room I stood in. The voice had come from the peasants clothing store below mine, it had echoed past the floorboards and into my ears...like it was fate for me to hear it. As I approached the closed door I reached my hand out, though I snapped it back to my side. I'd almost opened a door myself, how peasants do! I snapped my fingers and called out "I demand this door to be opened this instant!" On my command the door started opening. I didn't bother to see which annoying peasant had opened the door as I rushed through the new opening. I then descended the stairs and stood in front of the closed door of the low ranking peasant's clothing store. "I demand this door be opened as well...!" As it opened with a creek and slight thud I wondered in my eyes scanning the room for the source of the wonderful voice of silk and honey, My eyes landed on the owner of the siren's call and my breath was taken away by her beauty that almost matched my own "Are you sure I should get this one? It's kinda itchy." There she was, the most beautiful girl I've seen so far, not as gorgeous as me obviously. She had dark gorgeous skin and long black silky hair. Her voice was so beautiful and sweet it melted my heart. When I laid my eyes on her I knew I had to make her mine. I gracefully walked over towards her, only to stop briefly as I noticed her being assisted by a cloaked figure. Judging on the open chested shirt I could assume it was a male and I frowned, from what I beheld in front of me was clear to be a close relationship between two adults. She was standing still as he adjusted the brown colored cloak and hid her wonderful features, my frown deepened as he attempted to cover her up. How rude and idiotic can someone be? To cover up such a beauty and keep her shining self hidden, obviously she was in need of saving and I was the best dashing prince to do the saving. I fixed my crown and approached the two, gaining their attention. "Hello..!" The female greeted me and I gave her a charming smile as I looked past her common attire and at her lovely eyes. Our first special moment of interaction was cut short though as the cloaked male gently pulled her behind him "You lost sparkles...?" I scoffed, His tone was insulting and rude. Not to even mention the idiotic nickname he'd bestowed upon me. "I'll excuse your rudeness, peasant boy..." I growled as I looked him up and down, he wasn't horrible with his sense of style but he was still lacking the brightness of color. "Then you better get lost" He spoke as he jerked his head towards the direction i'd come from, my blood boiled. "That...I can not excuse..!"

I snapped my fingers and pointed towards the cloaked male with horrible manners. "Handle this boy, he's interrupting my conversation!" I spoke my demand and within less than a minute two guards had waltzed into the shop. Dressed in fine iron which was decorated in sparkling gold accents, short purple capes fluttering gently behind them. I smiled to myself victoriously as the male was seized by both arms and yanked away from me. "Oi-" He let out a low shout, almost a growl as he was captured. "Now then...Where were we, ah yes" I hummed as I turned my eyes back to the wide eyed beauty. "Your name please my sweet lady.." I waited, and when she replied my ears were blessed once more with her intoxicating voice. "I'm Yuma..." "Gorgeous name..." I offered a charming smile which wavered as her eyes left my strikingly handsome face and focused on the struggling rat within my guard's grasp to the side. I cleared my throat and introduced myself. "Elias the Third, Prince of Criastla "

This gained a reaction as her eyes widened and she looked towards me again, in which I took as a signal to continue. "I have an utmost generous offer for you my dear Yuma" I stepped towards the female and took her delicate hand with my white gloved hands, feeling vigorous as her eyes trailed from our hands to my face. An adorable blush resting on her tanned cheeks. She shifted for a moment, her eyes looking past me and then back. "Um...first could you release...him?" She used her other hand to point behind me, once again her focus returning to the peasant boy. I grew a bit tired of her attention slipping away from me, however before I could mentally complain any longer she continued. "He's my guide and sort of my friend...please, he won't do anything wrong." I gave a sigh but I couldn't say 'no' when she gently squeezed my hands and gave me a doe eyed beg. "Very well, if that is what you wish" I pulled one hand away from her lovely grasp and gave a snap and spoke my command over my shoulder. "Release him, but stay close" "Yes My Prince" "Of course Young Prince" Their mutters of obedience were worth a confident smile, which stayed on my face even after Yuma rushed to his side to ask of his well being. "Are you alright?" Her question was neglected, which was just fine with me. I spun around on my heel and gently pulled her hand and her attention back to me as I descended onto one knee. "Lady Yuma, as I said earlier I have an offer. I, the Prince of Criastla, would like you to come with me back to my castle where you'll remain by my side as a concubine and a possible future wife...!" I grinned widely as I heard gasps and murmurs along the crowds. I loved the feeling of everyone's eyes on me, I could practically hear the claps of celebration, the party that would be hosted. I could already be myself being the center of attention, dressed in fine silk and dark purple with Yuma at my side. She would look dazzling if she was decorated in the kingdom colors and accessorized with gold and silver. I could see it all so clearly, this was fate maybe even destiny!

"No....thank you"

"What?....!" "What?"

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A/N: "Hello! I'm Aria, one of the writers/creators of this story. This story is a collaboration with my good friend, Silver (aka: TotallyCertifiedNerd). She's the one who does most of the work so go check her out! We hope you enjoyed this chapter!"