the unnoticed stars

jellies

                                                                                             Isla

   "Correct me if I am wrong, but I think it might be illegal to starve someone in prison!" I shout, stomach making an all too familiar sound.

"If I shove some food into your loudmouth does that mean that you will sit and be a good quiet little girl?" The royal guard outside of my cell smirks. This one today is creepy but not the worst I have encountered. I have been in this same cell for almost a year, and I have found ways to wound the men who try to get something, even without my hands.

"You can always test your theory with sweet jellies." I smirk batting my eyelashes to the best of my ability. I wouldn't consider myself pretty, or at least by this society's standards. I haven't gotten the chance, running around the streets struggling to eat doesn't give me the time to think about what hairstyle to do tomorrow. I think I could be pretty, but only if given the chance.

I have been told I have my mother's face but my father's eyes. My mother was a beautiful woman, and I never got the chance to meet my father, she never told me about him either. She died when I was eight, killed by the royal guard because she was close in her research to unveil what the King really rules over, the Bladen.

The Bladen were monsters that suck the power out of people with their kiss of death. Luckily for me I don't have any Fae ability, not that it does much. Most Fae can only see other Fae pasts, which kind of sucks because it really does no good when you come face to face with Death herself. Some special Fae have more useful powers like telekinesis, but still it's very rare. I however should have been killed at birth since i am a normal, but here I am, thriving in the royal prison.

"So, are you going to take me up on my offer?" I shouted to the creepy guard. Who continues to eye me a little too much for my liking, I very much loathe old men.

"Next to Medora, cell 3!" I heard someone shout at the end of the hallway. I am finally getting a neighbor, after being in this prison by myself for almost a year. I could almost cry tears of joy.

Their footsteps make it down the hallway and pass my gate. It's a girl, a very pretty one too. She's crying silently and not putting up a fight against the guard, odd. To be put down here you must do something like kill a royal guard, which I will gleefully plead guilty of doing just that. This girl looks like she wouldn't hurt a bug, also odd. As they settle her into her chains, I notice a new guard I haven't seen before.

He's quite tall, and by tall, I mean half a head above everyone else. He looks around my age but has some maturity to him. His hair is almost blue in this light, but I could tell the second we step out in the sun it would be jet black. I think I will have an aneurism if I get to see the sunlight again.

"First time?" I say to the redheaded girl next to me, trying to lighten the mood but again that's something I'm not very good at. She sniffles in the corner as an answer to my obvious question, which I totally deserve. I am aware I can be a dick; I just don't like to be told.

My cell door opens with the new mystery man holding a plate of food, and to my surprise he walks in and places it in front of me. Not understanding why, he is taking the risk to step in my cell with no one else around, most guards get out as quickly as possible knowing I am a threat because I have killed many of them and they know it. Unless they have something else in mind, which immediately puts me on high alert with the cute new guard. He stands there studying me like I am a wild animal, not too far off.

"Is it your first day, too?" I say to end the silence that is unusually making me uncomfortable. He huffs out a laugh that even though the lights are dim, I can see the ends of his eyes crinkle, it annoys me. "Well, here is the run down since your new to the royal guard position." He raises his eyebrows in amusement but takes no move to leave so I continue. "Normally the guys don't walk in, they slide my plate towards me and skid back like I bite, which I do. So, I suggest leaving so I can eat my flavorless muck in peace and talk to my brand-new friend over here." I tilt my head over to the mess of a girl next to me and pick up my plate, only to look up and see the guard is still in front of me but now he seems to be smirking and leaning against the wall, crossing his arms. "What are you waiting for? A formal introduction? Hi, I am Isla Medora, known for killing men just like you. Are we done now?" I said shoving my hand up to him.

"Hello Isla, I'm Zaidin Halloway, and yes, it is my first day on the job, thank you for my warm welcome. I had to come down and see what all the talk was about the infamous Isla Medora, guard killer, girl slayer, oh and my favorite little bitch girl." He chuckles and I just stare at him, he said Halloway so that means- "Before you ask, yes, I am the prince and before you show the utter disgust on your face, I will have you know that now that I am of age I will be stationed outside of your cell for the first six months for my training." I drop my hand. The prince of Elreha is going to be my personal guard, I might as well strangle myself with my chains. "I have been told that you are quite the handful for a normal girl, so I personally asked for you myself." He bends down to meet my eyes and takes my hand out of my lap and shakes it. "We are going to have so much fun, love." He smirks and suddenly I am aware of how bad I smell.

As he is walking away with the confidence of someone who only could be a prince, he reaches in his pocket and grabs something. It's a bag he tosses toward me, and it lands right in my lap.

"Someone told me that they are your favorite." He says, closing my gate. I look down in my lap and there sits sugar jellies