Black Magic [editing in progress]

Chapter Three.

Edited on 01.02.2021.

     'Tis six days later and the sixteenth birthday of the prince has arrived. Kingdoms from around the continent came and celebrated such an event. Today, was supposed to be the marking of his days until he became king. Usually, when the heir to the throne turns sixteen, he will begin studies of how a king should respond for his kingdom, what paths the king may take to do for his subjects, how he is to act in front of his subjects, excetra excetra. It has been a tradition in this kingdom for as long as my ancestors have lived here to study into succession. When he officially turns twenty-one he will get handed down the title and become king.

     There was also another thing aiding Prince Lucas turning sixteen; he chooses himself a wife.

     'Tis the reason most of the eligible beautiful princesses were loitering about the ballroom. A few came from Spain, others from France, even a lone princess from Russia. There were many princesses from different countries all around us, gracing our little kingdom with their audacious beauty. Princesses from all different cultures have gathered just for our prince. Yet, the most beautiful princess that was sure to take the heart of the prince was Princess Sara, from Ireland. She was beautiful with her lovely completion and the blood red curls that dangled from her head. She was absolutely breathtaking.

     She was not exactly nice. She was a devil in human clothing. Maybe that was why she had such a bloody color of tangles, but then that would mean Nissa was the devil too, and that was not one bit true.

     I was rearranging the table in the dinner hall when I heard footsteps echoing from the entrance. I just figured that it was just another servant or maid coming to bring more napkins and silverware to be placed. I had made everything to perfection, knowing how precise the king could be. He could be such a bloody bastard when he wanted to, and that was all the time. That was one of the many reasons Nissa, Asha, and I always do as he says and never make any complaints. We were happy at the castle and did not want anything to go wrong.

     Just as I was finished and praised myself with my work, two hands covered my eyes, blocking me from seeing my masterpiece. "Wha-" My hands reach for the ones covering my eyes when I was suddenly spun around. Blinking a few times, my vision finally focuses and I can no longer see times two. I blinked one last time and found the birthday boy standing in front of me.

     He was smiling at me as he held my shoulders in place. "Hello there beautiful," he whispered to me. I gave him a small smile and lowered my head in a quick bow. I still have to show my respect even if Prince Lucas fancies me; he'll be king one day.

     "Happy birthday to you, your highness," was all I said before looking at him again. He gave me the look that said he was happy, but disappointed in me.

     Probably because I called him by his legal title instead of just Lucas... I shrug off the quagmire.

     "I told you, 'tis Lucas to you Ravyn." He covered my cheek with his palm and looked at me lovingly. I looked back into his eyes and smiled. Lucas looks so perfect today. His hair was up with a special gel, and he looked gorgeous in his new navy blue suit. He was definitely dressed as a prince should be. "Are you wearing that to the ball?" Lucas thought aloud. He gave me a once over in my servants dress, not bothering to hide his surprise and disgust.

     I laughed softly and pulled away from him. "I have to Prince Lucas-" he gives me a stern glare I shake off- "I am a servant witch, not a princess. It would be prosperous for me to wear anything else than this." I point out to him with a cunning smile. What could he say to that?

     Shaking his head, he grabs hold of my hand and brings me closer. There is a tender smile etched across his lips. "Not after today. You shall be so much more than that," he murmurs while bestowing my knuckles a kiss. Prince Lucas continued to hold me to his chest, desperate not to release me. I looked at him confused, not quite understanding at what he was hinting at. I opened my mouth to question what he was attempting to tell me, but before I could do that, he brought his lips to mine and sealed the secret with a kiss.