The Soot Princess [Hiatus]

22-Come Again?

Eevon

I stand in the middle of the room with my suit case. I don't recognize either person who just walked in. One is much younger than the other, maybe my age. He has short curly brown hair with dark brown eyes, about 5' 10" or 6'. His face has strong cheekbones and an angular jaw, but nothing too remarkable about him and my artistic eye picks up his sharp collar bone. I haven't seen one so well built in a while.

The other has got to be at least mid forties if not fifties. He is shorter and more robust than the younger guy, but calls more attention to himself. His hair is dark and slicked back like in some older movies, like "The Outsiders".

The man I had traveled with earlier said, "Your High..."

"This is not who I sent you for! I said a boy! This is obviously a girl! Are you blind?" the oldest of the three yell.

"Got a problem with that?" I ask. I should have just stayed in the back ground, but now that I started I can't stop.

"Yes! Now this isn't going to work."

"What is not going to work?" I ask. What's me being a boy gotta do with anything, unless the youngest guy is gay and they want us to have sex or something! Oh, no, no, no, no, no. I'm keeping my virginity for myself.

"Get me a boy and dump this little girl off in whatever rat hole she came out of."

"Hey!"

"I'm sorry, but there aren't any boys over the age of eleven in the system," the minion who picked me up informed him.

"Um, hello? I heard what you said Mr. High an' Mighty," I took a few steps until I was staring in his face, "...and I'll tell you this, tohh," I spit all over that disgustingly perfect face, I will not be pushed around that easily or disrespected so much. Even bullies, aren't as bad as you are! And I have a name, so use it!"

I want to punch him in the nose so badly right now.

He took out a tissue and whipped off his face. "Now, who is this brat, guard?" he asked the guard. Well, now I can stop calling him the man that picked me up and took me to this shitty place.

"Sh..."

"Thank you, but I can answer myself. My name is Eevan and you picked me, to beat you up," I said fiercely.

"So much for punishing me," that fucking prince says as he backs out the door.

"Wait! What?" I exclaim.

"Not so fast, Charles. We can make this work with Evan," the king says.

"You actually remembered my name, but pronounced it wrong!" I say sarcastically back.

"Aye, you, hush!" the guard says.
"And now I'm Aye You. You palace folk sure have a lot of names for me. First girl, then brat, and now Aye You, I have a name for a reason," I say.

The two royals talk under their breath, so I don't hear.

"Please take off your shirt," the king tells me.

I freeze, this is not freakin' happening! I shake my head and get in a defense position. I shouldn't have said anything!

The guard makes a grab for me, but I dash for the open door and snatch the prince's keys hanging on his belt loop on the way out, I may need them. I dash around the corner and they easily fall behind.

After I stop hearing the sound of people perusing me, I rest for a minute and look out a window. I don't see any land marks or anything to grab my bearings on where I am. To put it short, I'm lost.

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Don, don, da, don, don, da, don...

Yes I know I spelt her name differently in the two parts, I did it for a reason.