The Lords, Princes, and Kings.

Chapter Seven-

      "Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder" -Plato

                "Beauty often seduces us on the road to truth" -David Shore

  "Sweet Zeus's lightning!" I blinked in alarm.

Hina snickered at my expression. She and I apparently had AP Gov. together, and she had a fantastic sense of humor. At least, I thought it was fantastic... It matched mine brilliantly.. The teacher, Ms. Scot, was drabbling on, meanwhile Hina and I had already finished the entire day's work.

It was the last block and everyone was done, Monday's name looming over our heads. I snickered as Hima aimed a piece of Pirate's Booty at the back of Willow's head. Who knows how he and his friends were in this class, Hima said it was because their heads were perfect targets.

"So, you're majoring in Religious Studies? Why?" Hina smiled sweetly, eyes crinkling with understanding amusement at my question.

"I'm christian, my best friend, Almas, is muslim, Hazel is jewish, my name is Hina after the Polynesian goddess." She said simply yet in a hushed tone, as soft as the wind.

I nodded slowly. The bell rang and we rushed to put our stuff away. She nudged me with her shoulder in farewell before ducking out of the classroom.

Lavender and Sammy were already waiting by Lavender's car. Lavender wrapped me up in a hug while Sammy watched, still leaning against the car hood. Once Lavender released me, Sammy punched my shoulder lightly, moving to open the trunk.

"Mickey!" A voice called from behind me.

"Hey, Marcus." I smiled, turning to give him a half hug after he caught up.

"You ready to go? Mom's car is," he motioned to a running blue Kia. I nodded.

"Yep, here ya go, siostra." Sammy hummed, sliding my bags to me. I smirked and shoved Marcus towards the car, turning away from Lavender and Sammy with a dismissive wave.

"Hello, Mickey, we're happy to have you."

Aunt Mindy had dark ginger-brownish hair, a slightly tan complexion, and brown eyes. She wore a brown cardigan over a light dove blouse and brown pants. "Maggie, open the trunk."

Maggie... I thought slowly. Match a face to the name? The figure that had been standing on the other side of the car moved to the trunk in front of me, opening it up in a way that made it so I couldn't see her face.. But I could still recognize her hair. Her hair; brown that fades into a golden color, shimmery and kind of wavy. I had also noticed her outfit earlier, when she was speaking with Violet, Jaden, and Cameron.

Rita turned around and took my bags from me and put them in the trunk, face blank. "Okay, let's go!" Mindy said, moving around to the drivers' side. Marcus grinned and opened the second door on the passengers' side.

"Here ya go!" I smiled and obliged. Rita followed, except going to the passengers' seat. Marcus took the last seat next to me.

The ride was full of empty questions and awkward silence. When we got out of the car and I got my bags, Mindy tossed me a key. I hesitated and Rita passed me, shoulder hitting mine, and skipped up the stone stairs, fluidly unlocking and opening the door.

The house was shockingly large. Mindy took me through the foyer, kitchen, turned down the hall, went down it, passing multiple white doors. The walls were a light grey and the ceiling white, white oak wooden floors with clear stain.

She opened one of the doors, revealing a simple room. There was a basic table on the far side and a bed with white sheets with watercolor blue flowers.

"Dinner is at 6:30. Spaghetti good?" When I nodded, she continued. "Feel free to ask anything, for anything."

I nodded again, walking in and putting my bags down. I felt my nerves settle some, sitting down on the edge of the bed. Reaching for one of my smaller notebooks.

My breath came out slowly as I opened the page with a small copy of Agnus by Konstantin Korobov. Laying back onto the shockingly fluffy bed, I studied the artwork.

Konstantin Korobov. Born 1985, yet had a distinctively older fashioned art style.

I returned the artwork, turning to the most recent page, before the location of the painting.

I reread something I had written about crinolines, realizing too late that I didn't have the WiFi password for my computer.