Missing (GHB x Daughter!Reader)

Ch9: A Turn for the Worst

Reader POV

"Holy shit...It's really hard to walk in these heels."

You attempt to gracefully descend the large flight of stairs down to the ballroom below. A servant with horns much like those of a bull announces your presence as you try your damnedest not to trip.

"uH...i NOW PRESESNT...hER ROYAL HIGHNESS,,,mISS (F/N),,,uH...dAUGHTER OF THE GRAND HIGHBLOOD."

All the faces turn to look at you. Eyes of all hues now gaze upon you, and your nerves are on fire.

"Don't fall, don't fall, don't fall" you beg yourself as you cautiously descend each step with meticulous precision. "One wrong move, and your evening is ruined, (f/n)!"

Soft applause sounds the air, and you decide to look up and actually smile for all these strangers who had come just for you. The last few stairs appear last, and, in a sudden swing of confidence, you have the wonderful idea to bound down them.

Worst. Idea. EVER.

On the last stair, your shoe snags the hem of your dress, and the ground is suddenly nearing your face at an alarming rate. You close your eyes tight and brace for impact.

But it doesn't come.

Your breath catches as you feel someone's arms latch onto you quite tightly.

GHB POV

You were watching as your motherfucking gorgeous daughter walked down those steps. She looked so beautiful in her mother's dress, and you could feel the burning sensation of tears about to fall; you held them in.

She looked so nervous, but once she lifted her face and smiled, it made everything worth it. As her steps quickened, she suddenly tripped and started barreling forward. Your eyes widened in horror as she neared the ground. You had lunged towards her, but you were too far away to be able to catch her in time; that's when you looked up to see the little olive-blooded boy from earlier tightly grasp her as she was about to hit the floor.

Now he's just holding her there as a deadly silence hangs cynically in the air.

Reader POV

You exhale sharply and finally open your eyes; the ground is mere inches from your face. You take into account the arms around your waist holding you up, and as you turn to look at your savior, they lift you gently to a standing position. That's when you see him--the boy you saw in the kitchen a little while ago; and goddamn, he is HOT up close.

You gaze at his perfect green orbs, and he keeps your stare for a moment before looking around almost frantically.

"Miss (f/n), are you alright? I'm terribly sorry for contaminating the skin of such royalty with my lowblooded self. Please forgive me for my sudden and rude actions," he pleads, bowing and kneeling at your feet.

You just stare at him, baffled.

"'lowblood'....?" You ponder.

"Are you kidding?" you respond, crouching down to face him. "You saved me, for gog's sake! I can't thank you enough!"

He looks up at you quickly with a face of pure bewilderment. You don't understand his confusion, and you quickly look around; everyone is staring at you with either a look of anxiety, or a look of pure disgust. You begin hear whispers flood the crowd.

"How dare he...."

"....filthy lowblood"

"Snap his neck..."