𝔏𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔐𝔢, 𝔏𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔪𝔢 𝔫𝔬𝔱

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 7

             I swirl through chatting pairs, gossiping women, drunk aristocrats. All to get away from him. 

He simply won't leave me alone.

The banquet is far from over, far too early to leave without stirring up a stain on my reputation-- but it's just so annoying. I'll find a shaded spot in a corner, and he will pop up, I run to restroom, he will be perched outside of it. I am sure that this man is set on annoying me today, and I don't know why. Even the attempt to make small talk is exhausting; a cocky bastard. I would go to Hestia, but she's being swarmed by a pack full of nobles, and I'll purposefully so, not intrude.

I quickly entered an empty balcony, and shift myself so I'm hidden by the shadowed corner of the arched terrace. Just imagine! I'm the crown princess of this empire, and some Eridian has been chasing me around, playing hide and seek.

It's absurd.

As expected the door swings open with a flourish, revealing two figures.

        Looks like the bastard brought along a friend. 

I peek to take a closer look at who is accompanying him. The first is tall and lean. Ruffled blonde hair, and emerald like eyes, they actually look like studs penetrated in his eyes. His white shirt was crumpled, and was unbuttoned to show buttery white skin underneath. He wore white fitted trousers, and held a glass of wine in his hand, which he was currently taking a sip of. And the second one who I expected to be Mathew, was someone else. His tan skin glittered off him in drips of sweat, and his black shirt was fully unbuttoned. His ashy black hair came down to surround his set square jawline, emphasizing his blue eyes, if the blondie had emerald studs in his eyes, then he had sapphires.

 The very dark blue studs that were currently pinned on me.

            I hate my life. I had walked right into even worse of a problem other than Mathew Florencio.

                "The banquet's nice," the blondie complimented running a hand through his hair.

                 "It is," the other man said, his eyes never wavered from my own, and god was it creeping me out.

                   "We probably look like thugs right now," the blondie replied, not paying attention to his companions averted gaze. The speculation made the blue eyes laugh. It sounded like the hum of a bass violin.

                      "For real. They'll be in for a sight I guess-- especially the ladies," this, I knew was aimed at me. His full lips curved up into a smirk.

                       "They'd probably faint, if they saw you Nicholas," he replied. So the creeps name was Nicholas.

                        "I just can't help my good looks, can I?"

                         "I meant they would faint due to fear. You flatter yourself too much,"

                         "What about you? They'd probably have a heart attack,"

                          "I'm just too handsome for the likes of them, and they know it,"

                           "Poor Ian. He suffers from delusions now," Nicholas mock pouted.

                           "Shut up, moron,"

The two kept bickering. The blue eyed guy, Ian, kept staring at me for the duration their conversation. I really needed to get out of here, I was currently half- concealed by the large red, velvet curtains, and it's large shadow, but if the blue eyed guy could see me, there was no doubt that his accomplice could too.