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Prince of Spiders

Cream bricks towered up into the sky as I stared at the castle before me. My interview was a few strides away yet I couldn't help but hesitate.

The aura from this place had triggered my dystopian delusion back in the cart. A demon resided within, and quite powerful too, especially if my vision was as uncontrollable as it was.

I had trained for years before being safe to be around. During my training I learnt to stop the visions and turn them into something I could control. The vision in the cart was unexpected despite my mental barricade.

A zephyr brushed across my face and lifted strands of my hair. The slight chill in the air wrapped around my body as I observed the front gardens. Flowers were placed delicately throughout the grassy area and the trees that were dotted about were cut into perfect ovals. The pavement leading to the front doors was stoney yet flat and it was without a single weed.

My steps were quiet and well timed as when I reached the door it opened to reveal a butler in a pristine black tailcoat with a white shirt underneath. A bow was tied neatly around his neck in a professional was. The butler bowed and moved to let me inside.

"Miss Aviella Hawthorne. Welcome to the king's palace, the prince will interview you shortly." The crisp manner of speaking was tinted with a natural southern accent which made him sound like a snake. I nodded my head to absentminded to care what he was really saying to me. The wait would be around ten minutes as the normal interview protocol here in Crynanthia. To distract myself from the weakening of my mental barricade I went to take a seat in one of the plush chairs.

Incase of cameras, I sat down gracefully with my legs crossed daintily over each other. The chair was covered in what looked like hand painted flowers. Lilys, tulips and roses spread over a pale lime background. My fingers tapped a beat on the armrest and absentmindedly started to hum along. The ticking of my watch added a basic beat and I forgot about the constriction still partially compressing my stomach.

"A nice song you have there, Miss Hawthorne." Thick accented with a hint of cockyness. Definitely the spider prince himself.

"Your Highness, you have yourself a nice welcome lobby." My sarcasm didn't go unnoticed as he offered his hand out. I placed my own hand on his open palm and let him kiss my hand. I stood without his help and began to walk. "Are we having an interview together, My Prince?"

A vein bulged in his forehead at my words. He was obviously used to females being subservient and very shy around him.

"A nice accent your butler has. Very southern. It's a shame he's trying to cover it up." I pawed at the prince's mental walls and found a crack from the anger I had induced. He would be a useful asset to me.

"Be careful Miss Hawthorne, you won't like me when I'm angry."

"I don't like you anyway - besides, your anger is rather amusing to me."

Amusing indeed, Prince of Spiders...