Arranged Marriage to the Fairy Prince

Chapter Three

It's nearly been a week since my dad turned up out of the blue and to be honest, I'm having mixed feelings about it. I know he only left my mother because he had to and shit but I still can't shake the feeling something is wrong.

It feels quite strange having another person in the house, stealing your dry cereal (comment if you also love your dry cereal!!) and having to set out a third place at the table for dinner. It's like having a permanent guest that doesn't leave and I don't know if I'm liking it. It doesn't really matter though because he said he has to leave tommorrow for work purposes.

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"So, what do you think?" My dad watches me intently as I try the omelette he made me for breakfast.
I pop a small piece in my mouth and chew it a few times.

"You know, it actually tastes quite good," I say truthfully, "Where did you learn to cook?"

He takes a sip of his hazelnut coffee. "Well, being gay and everything I decided to take up cooking,"

I look at him funny, "You know, being gay doesn't mean you have to learn to cook," I tell him.

"Oh, really..." He say a bit too quickly. I was about to lecture him more about how your sexuality doesn't make who you and and other stuff but just then my beautiful mother walked in from down the stairs wearing her work clothes; red, floaty pants, with a red shirt tucked in and black boots.

"Good morning everyone!" She chirps cheerfully, "I have to go to the farm today and won't be back till five so you guys can spend the day together. You know, father and daughter time," Did I just hear a hint of regret in her voice?!!

"Okay, bye mother, I love you!" I tell her as she gives my dad a kiss on the cheek and squeezes my hand.

She takes a bite out of some acorn bread she made yesterday and she's about to leave when my dad says, "Actually, before you leave can I talk to you both about something?"

"Umm...alright," she say curiously, sitting down. His face looks very nervous.

"What is it, Papa?" I asked, using that name for the first time.

"I..." He starts. Calling him 'Papa' seemed to make him more nervous for some reason.

"Go on," Mother prompts him.

"I...I have arranged a marriage for you," he stutters.

"But what are you talking about?" I say, and I meant it, what did he mean?

"I had a debt to the king...and  he said he would forgive me if..." He puts on his best smile, "You're going to marry a prince,"

"Huh?" I ask, still not understanding. I looked over at my mother expecting her to be just as confused as me but she seemed to understand perfectly well as she shouted, "YOU SON OF A BITCH!!!"  She slapped him hard across the face. His expression showed surprise and hurt. But then two guards rushed in, both wearing the navy blue uniform of the royal guard and surveyed the situation.

My father was screaming and clutching his face in his hands and my mother was about to take another swing at him when the guards seized her. One of the big, beefy guys hit her on the head with a bat and knocked her out. As she fell to the floor, time went in slow motion and I felt an hard 'WHACK!' On my head too. The last thing I heard were the muffled shouts of the guards talking to each other and them carrying me and my mother out...

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Where's my mother?

Where am I?

What the hell is going on?

Those were my first thoughts as I wake up in a bed so soft I swear it just moulds around me. In fact, I think it does mould around me. I sit up, and look and around the room. All the furniture and accessories are made of glass; tables, chairs, a fireplace, even a hairbrush is made of glass, with little translucent bristles.
The walls appear to be pale blue, with clouds painted on so amazingly detailed that when I reach out to touch it I realise that they're not painted on, they're real. And then it hits me. This whole room is made of glass. I'm looking outside. I have wait a full minute for it to sink in before I somehow manage to gather enough courage to turn my head to the floor. But instead of seeing other rooms from a glass castle or something I just see clouds. Feeling sick, I run to the door by the wall to open it and I come out to a balcony. No hallway, or other room...
I can't fly away because it's way to high for even fairies and there isn't any other door that leads to the rest of a palace or house...

In short, I am standing in a glass box suspending thousands of metres in the air.

I think I feel a little dizzy.

I run to the bed, because it's the only thing in the room that isn't made of glass (well, at least the mattress and the covers aren't) and I lie there, trying to bury myself as far as possible inside to covers, like a burrito, but without the fun.

Where is my mother?

Where am I?

What the hell is going on?

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Hello my lovely readers, I hope you are liking my little story! I am trying to update a chapter at least once a week, so I hope you guys appreciate it my hard work. Right now I'm writing this at a restaurant in Greece (I won't say where, just in case someone wants to stalk me😎) and I feel sooooo tired...

Question: What is your favourite youtuber? (I have two; Dan and Phil and if you don't know who they are you should check out their channels danisnotonfire and amazingphil)

No bonus question today sorry😑 as I said earlier, I'm very sleeeeepy...

Eat cookies and try not too punch annoying kids in the face!-ninja