The Real Villian

Year: 4055; Day: 114

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I stood in front of a long mirror. Jove was by my side, fixing his navy blue bowtie. Our courting was in an hour.

"Your thoughts seem preoccupied," he observed, still staring into his own dark blue eyes.

"They are," I replied stiffly. He turned towards me with a frown.

"And why is that?"

I let out a sigh and met his eyes. "I wanted to do something and I didn't. I was too afraid."

He scoffed and let out a short chuckle. "Queen Nova? Afraid? Doesn't sound like you. What did you want to do? Overtake the human race?"

Well, yes. But no. I wanted to see Lake, to talk to him one last time. I wanted to get closure with him... The idea of him hating me was terrifying, though. Everytime I thought of his green eyes showing me nothing but hatred, it put me off. It kept me in my leather chair and my comfortable room.

"No. I just wanted to talk with someone. I was afraid that they didn't like me, though," I simply put it.

He chuckled again and turned back towards the mirror. He fiddled with his bowtie some more. "No one likes you, My Queen."

"Ha, ha," I said sarcastically.

I watched his reflection grin. He turned his whole body and started towards the door. "We should go," he said.

With a dreadful sigh, I followed after him. My heels were too high and thin for me to properly walk. I stumbled with nearly every step I took. On the night of my first courting, I had worn navy blue flats. This was my first time actually wearing heels.

"You're taking so long," Jove called. I rolled my eyes. In a moment of defeat, I reached down, took off both of my heels, and held them in my right hand. Barefooted, I sped up my pace to catch Jove.

His eyes flashed to my heels, and then back up at me with raised eyebrows. Eyeing him with a daring look, I nodded towards the door. "Are we going to go?"

He shrugged. "Whatever floats your boat," he murmered and continued his fast paced walk towards the doors. Our limousine was waiting outside of the Port.

The long door to the hovering mobile slid open. I held the hem of my dress in a hand and carefully stepped in, my shoes still in the fingers of my other hand. Jove climbed in behind me. With a  sudden jerk, the limo was off.

"So, are we supposed to act like a couple? Or business acquaintances? Or siblings?" Jove pryed.

"Well, I told my guard that my date must have these exact conditions; he must be quiet and in good standing. Honestly, you are neither of those, so outing as a couple doesn't seem ideal. We'll see what happens, I guess," I told him.

He laughed and shook his head. "Wow, she truly picked the wrong man for the job, then. Quiet and in good standing? That's some joke."

The limousine came to an abrupt stop. "I think we're here," I murmered. The door next to me slid open on its own, and I slowly stepped out of the limo. There was nobody to be seen, much to my bliss.

The doors to the ancient ballroom were wide open. Like the door to my office room, the doors were large and wooden. They had been painted white, much like the ballroom itself. I walked carefully into the extravagant room, acknowledging every miniscule detail of the foreign place.