Kylie Jenner: Fighting the 1800s

Chapter 5: Let Me Inside, Mr. James

"Mae, who is this girl?" Her father asked, but Kylie only stared at him and his handsome face.

"Why this is Kylie, and I asked her to stay the night since it has gotten too dark outside for her to go home."

Mae's father didn't look very convinced. "You should've asked me first. We cannot welcome everyone to our home, Mae, and there is not enough food. The fishermen had a poor selection of seafood so I could only get two fish. This was very immature of you," he scolded.

"Don't worry man, I wasn't planning on eating that anyways," Kylie said slightly disgusted by the thought of the sketchy fish. 

"Why didn't they have enough fish?" Mae asked, but her father only shook his head.

"They wouldn't say," he said, but when he shifted his gaze to Kylie, he changed the subject.

"Mae, please escort the young lady back to the street." His head tilted and Kylie wasn't sure if it was because he was angry or just curious of who she was. Kylie hoped for the latter.

"Is she wearing your mother's dress!?"

"I beg of you my father!" Mae walked closer to her dad and folded her hands in a prayer. "Please let her stay. Only for the night."

"You can't keep offering people our hospitality, honey. I know you only mean good by this, but we cannot provide for all the displaced of our town. Who knows what this hustler might bring in." He watched his daughter beg in front of him, but it didn't look like he was going to change his mind.

"Uh," Kylie raised her hand to interrupt their discussion.

They both lifted their head to look at Kylie. "Excuse me, but I'm not a prostitute? And I don't live on the street? Rude."

Mae snapped her head back to her father. "Yes, it is true. Kylie is royal."

"Royal?" The father questioned.

Kylie corrected the neckline on her dress - Mae's dead mother's dress - and stretched out a hand for Mae's father to shake it.

Shake it real good.

"Your daughter very much speaks the truth, Sir. Me name is King Kylie, daughter of queens Kris and Caitlyn Jenner."

He took Kylie's hand in a firm grip and gently lifted it so he could kiss the back of her hand.

Kylie fanned herself because of the heat that had draped the kitchen like a warm blanket, the heat coming from the fireplace she thought.

His lips were soft against Kylie's skin, but they disappeared as soon as they arrived.

"Forgive me for my ignorance, my Lady," he bowed.

"Dad, maybe we should eat? King Kylie must be starving," Mae said and her father released Kylie's hand.

"Yes, of course."

He put the paperbag on the counter and picked up the two fishes he had bought.

Kylie turned to look at Mae and found her glaring at her father.

Kylie knew she was mad, but what for?

Very bipolar much?

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Kylie played it low for the rest of the evening, eating half of the fish Mae's father had cooked and equally divided for the three of them.

But Kylie wasn't hungry.

Kylie didn't like fish. In fact, she would rather put Mae's curling wand tool up her rear than to finish eating the saggy fish which lay in front of her on a plate.