The prophesized princess
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Chapter 1
"Clear this place, for I have need to speak to my beloved in private!" she ordered of the royal guards that lined every wall and the party of people she had arrived with before the King had demanded that the Princess that would wear the crown of Queen Elvira step forth.
"Nay, I shall hold court with the Prince of Diamsk in this room, thou art cannot passeth orders to my guard for thou art naught but one that claims the title of Princess. I am King, my word is law, and yours is merely suggestion. Thou art not be crowned as Queen until thou can produce the Scepter of Moreidai, pluck the crown of the great Queen from the heart of the dragon, and steal the heart of thy 'betrothed' in this room filled with maidens from thy time." Boomed the King in his voice of satiny steel for he knew that Precious was not the prophesized Princess, in his heart he knew for though she had the beauty she had not the gentleness of heart or the insight on life to bear the title as the daughter of the great Queen. She was too rude, too proud, and too much a harlot for that.
I was standing in the far end of the room trying my best to disappear but the room was too large, and the guards to many. I knew it was impossible, so I bent my head and tried to look as unimportant as I am. That was hard for the Aerian side of me, who was used to her pride, but very easy for the me side of me.
The heavy gold embossed door swung open and two red and gold appareled guards walked in. One of them knelt before the throned King and the other bowed low before they announced the arrival of the famous Prince of Diamsk. I was waiting for a snobby stuck-up royal to enter so I was prepared for the authoritive air around him, but I was not prepared for the looks. God, he was hot!
All the girls were swooning except me, and the guys were looking at him with a mixture of awe, jealousy and admiration. He was dressed in raiment of the finest tissued gold with a crown of silver studded with sparkling jewels sitting upon his head.
His hair was a short light brown the color of molten chocolate and his skin was a smooth canvas of golden brown. His lips were the pink of a blooming rose in the first rays of sunlight on a warm dewy morning, but it was his eyes that captivated me.
They were a deep aqua that couldn't decide if it wanted to be blue or green with flecks of silver in their depths. They were eyes that looked at you and made you feel like the most important person in the world, eyes that made you feel like you couldn't hide your joys or sorrows, eyes that were staring at me.
"Ahem...Ahem..." coughed Precious when she released he hadn't even noticed her.
"I grow weary, young Prince." Murmured the King in all too knowing tone.
"Your majesty, forgive me for my imprudence." He muttered before he bowed and walked to the King. His voice was low and felt like the caress of velvet on my skin. I actually saw a couple of my classmates drooling.
Before I carry on, I should probably tell you what happened. The entire Form 3 year, class A and B, from Crescent High School had gone on a school trip to the Witch Fields for a class study on the history of the Witch year.
I was talking to my best friend Tando, when the teacher took off to stop the school bus from racing down the hill and crashing into the forest of trees that lined the edge of Shadow Cliff, on whose sides the prints of the towering mountains played. The entire class was scattered in their respective groups laughing merrily and chatting loudly giving the driver that was lying on a rock a long way from us, laughing his guts out at the site of the running teacher, a headache, or so he claimed.
