"You want me to marry him!" I screamed, not caring about how un-ladylike I was acting.
My parents sat there frozen as if not expecting my outburst of defiance. My mother tried to reason with me, "Phonix, you need to marry him for your kingdom. You...
Hey guys. Guess who doesn't have to take their exams?!?! ETERNITY AND ME! I'm excited if you can't tell. Anywho, this is Chapter 4 of KC and I hope you like it. ~D
Guss WHO's Birthday is coming up!?!! Let me give you a hint: starts with a "DES" and ends with a "TINY"! -E
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Charles's POV
I woke up that night-or should I say morning- at one A.M. I could still hear the fact of marrying a half peacock echoing inside my head. I grew angry at this. Why should I be torturing myself? All I have to do is get my mother to hate her. Then a thought occurred to me. I smiled slyly.
I could also make myself seem so unsuitable for the half peacock princess that Peacia calls off the deal. I cheered myself for my utter brilliance. "First things first," I mused out loud, "how to do it." I sat up in my bed, leaning back on the headboard. I snapped my fingers; the most obvious solution was just down the street from the palace.
I got up and looked down at my wrinkled attire. I shrugged. "It will help give to the appearance of being an alcoholic," I decided. I headed out the door of my room, down the grand staircase, across the foyer, and out the palace's front door. The wind chilled me to the bone, but I knew that the booze would warm me up soon enough. I didn't worry about guards, knowing that I had body guards tailing me everywhere I go. I walked down the street, shivering all the way, to The Pub Club. It was a club-slash-pub that let only people of the upper class inside; myself included. I decided to skip the line that was way out the door. After all, being a prince has its advantages, but it has its disadvantages too. An advantage is you get to skip line; a disadvantage is having to marry the enemy.
I shook off all my thoughts as the sea of people parted when I walked in the front door. I heard the whispers of, "Isn't that the prince?" also, "What is he doing here this early?" I kept my face neutral since my plan seemed to be working so far. A smirk kept tugging at my face as the whispers continued. When I finally got to the front of the line, I fist bumped the bouncer checking the list. I then walked around him, ignoring the protests of the people waiting in line.
The club-slash-pub was the same was ever. Drunk celebrities were everywhere, men and women grinding on each other, strangers making out, and ear splitting music blasting through the speakers. Completely disgusting. I stifled a groan when a girl made her way over to me, hips swaying to the beat. It was obvious what she wanted from me. She put her arms around my neck in an effort to get me to dance with her. I almost rolled my eyes at her antics, but stopped myself knowing it would probably earn me a slap to the face. The girl, who was obviously underage to be in this place, leaned in and started whispering in my ear. "With the way this girl is talking, she flirted her way in here," I thought with distaste.
She pulled back from her whispering to probably gauge my reaction. I gave her a polite smile before an idea popped into my head. I leaned in and whispered in her ear, "Work for it." I then untangled her arms from around my neck and walked away. I held in my laughter when I saw her face in the mirror behind the bar; it was spectacularly awful. Her eyes were bugging out, her mouth was hanging open, and her arms dangled loosely at her sides. Apparently, no one has ever told her to "work for it". My joke apparently shocked her to the core.
