Complicated

Chapter Four

Sebastian Pontrov's POV

TODAY IS my birthday.

My day started by maids helping me to groom up. That includes getting my hair cut, a manicure and pedicure. I feel like a freaking girl on the day of her wedding. I asked my mom not to this but you know women, they insists. And I don't want to bug her about it, or she might turn into a she-demon.

After my hair and nails are done-God, that sounds so girlish-I asked Martha, one of my personal maids, to deliver the gown that I asked my dressmaker to make for Rae. Martha knows about Rae and been to the secret house a couple of times though every time she goes, she always said that there is no one there. Knowing Rae, she must be hiding. I didn't know she was this shy.

After asking Martha to drop the gown outside the secret house-not literally though-I went to my dance rehearsal. Yes, there is a rehearsal. My parents insists that there will be a social dance, as a part of the tradition of the Pontrovs, and after that, dance with every princesses of the Dwellers. Imagine how many girls I have to dance, that would be like around ten.

"Oh Sebastian dear, there you are." Madame Leona, or as she would like us to call her Mama Lea, called once she spotted me entering the dance hall. Mama Lea is a pro ballroom dancer, and a half-breed. She's a half witch and a half werewolf. Now before you go telling that she must be unique or something because of her blood, then you are wrong.

Over the years, just like the humans, we are now mixed with other races. Well... at least that's for the normal dwellers. We royals are pure-blooded. Pure blooded dwellers are a lot stronger than the mixed ones. Just like Harry Potter huh?

After my dance practice, it was nearly night, so I have to go and suit up and make myself handsome for the other dwellers. Psh, as if I'm not handsome enough.

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"Dearie, would you please stop doing that!?" my mother hissed beside me. I gave her whatever look, and started to adjust my bowtie again. It's not my fault she tied too tight that my throat was squeezed and I can't barely breathe.

"It's not my fault you tied it too tight." I replied, voicing my thought.

"Well, stop it. The Council is here and you have to behave yourself!" she retorted.

"Fine!" I sighed, placing my hands inside my pockets.

After a few moments standing near the entrance door of the hall where my birthday was held, lining up together with my parents and other royal people, a horn was blown indicating the arrival of the Councilors. As they made their way at the entrance, all of the dwellers bowed before them, before reaching to us. We also bowed when they were in front of us.
"Please, rise." A warm, womanly voice sounded in front of me.

We all rose, and I found myself face to face with one on the Councilors. It was a woman. She had an unearthly beauty with a warm brown eyes that reminds me of a hot chocolate drink you always drink during winter, a flowing midnight black hair that reaches just above her bum and was adorned with beautiful crystals, and her skin is like a caramel, so soft by the looks of it. She must be Lady Alana of Earth.

To her right is an old man with a white long hair and a long beard that kinda reminds me of Father Christmas. Just like her, even though he's old, you can see that he also has an unearthly beauty. He must be Lord Hirum of Sky.

To her left, is kid. Yes, a kid as in a teenage boy that looks like fourteen years old. He had a cliché American boy look, blonde hair, deep blue eyes, but still have a beauty. He is, obviously, is the youngest of the Council. Mom said that he's only nine hundred years old. He must be Lord Culan of Sea.