The Seven Sons: The Slave

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Chapter Three

Miranda

                As I knocked on the last door that read Drake above it, along with just a slightly different version of a wolf that was on the other guys door along with a snake that was in the same spot as all the other guys doors.  I had already been yelled at for waking them up and some didn’t yell but just came out of their room with a huge smile on their face which alerted me that they were planning something that wasn’t going to be pleasant for me. Through all of this though I kept my emotionless mask on, not letting them to see how badly they were affecting me. I realized two things as I knocked on his door. One being that the dress I was wearing was way too low giving the entire prince’s a view that they probably enjoyed but made me feel self-conscious. Two being that I made it this far, even though so far most of the rumors were true.

I hesitated before knocking on his door because some of the worst rumors were about him. One saying that he was as emotionless as a snake getting ready to strike at his prey was the most common. Another one that was quite common was that his eyes were an ice cold grey that could pierce right through ones soul and leave you breathless and gasping for air and the light that they had stolen.

When I realized how silly I was being, because I knew that rumors were just rumors nothing more and nothing less. That most of the time they weren’t even remotely true, I raised my hand and knocked on the door and called out.

“Sir, I’m sorry to wake you up, but your breakfast is out here and I was told that it was time to get you up.” I hope I sounded confident and not shaky like I am on the inside, proving that I was a real coward.

I heard no movement, not even a sound.

Did he not hear me or am I really just this lowly that he won’t even answer me? I should just knock again, he probably didn’t even hear me.

I knocked once and could hear the wood echo, like it knew how bad I am feeling and it was mocking me. It made me feel really small. When I went to knock for a second time, instead of hearing the mocking echo, my hand hit something soft and warm. I quickly pulled my hand when I realized that I had just hit Prince Drake in the chest.”I’m so sorry, sir.” I quickly made myself seem very fascinated by the something on the floor, even though I really wanted to look him directly in the eye  to show that I am strong, but knowing that that wasn’t respectful to royals I knew that I couldn’t, though I did allow my eyes to wonder a little from his feet. Outside of my peripheral vision I saw his hand coming towards me. I braced myself for the inevitable hit, but when his hand reached out to me and gently landed on my cheek I was completely shocked; so much so that my through normally emotionless face I gasped, from the fact that I was being touched. After his hand was there for a while my rapidly beating heart had calmed down and I liked that he was touching me. That was when I started noticing a weird sensation running through the spot where he was touching me, it was like a shock that was pulling me down but bringing me warmth and comfort. The feeling had my heart racing once again. The air around him was pulsing different colors, making it so that the only clear thing that I could see was his face and his amazing eyes.

How can someone be so perfect? His face was perfectly sculpted, but was still delicate enough that it wasn’t scary. He was tan but for some reason the tan almost seemed pale. His hair was a deep black, but his eyes were the most amazing of his features. They were a deep silvery grey but had odd purple specks in them; it just made his eyes that much more beautiful. That’s why people say he is like a snake because with his blank face and grey eyes, without being up close to see the purple; he looks like a snake about ready to strike.