Kala

Chapter 3

Prince Zalad stood there, his midnight black hair in little curls around his perfectly tanned face, and his drool-worthy jawline. His eyes were the color of the sky on a stormy day, his skin like the desert sand. He was in a black suit, with little medals hanging off of his shoulders. He wore black dress shoes.

Whirling around, I quickly stood up and started blabbering. "P-Prince Zalad, hi. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to be singing out loud, I was just hoping to make the cleaning easier, sir. I-"

He rose his hand. "It's quite all right, miss -"

"Oh, Servant Kala is-is my name." I stuttered like a complete blabbering idiot. I didn't swoon over boys, but it was Prince Zalad. Just three words to his father, and I would go from a Servant to  a Forgotten.

"Nice to meet you, Miss Kala. I'm Prince Zalad, but you can call me Nathaniel. That's my first name. Zalad is just my middle name. Now, my I ask, what on Zorflad are you doing cleaning the floor with a toothbrush?" He stepped forward and brushed my lip. "And who did that?"

I blush. I looked around, then into his storm cloud eyes. "I got in a fight with the head Servant and this is my punishment."

He smirked, raising his black eyebrow at me. "A tiny thing like you? In a fight?" A husky chuckle escaped his lips.

My smile faltered and a little growl rumbled  in my throat. I hated when people picked on me for my size. But he was the Prince, and I couldn't do anything about it.

"Excuse me, sir, but I have a black beat in karate. I can handle myself, thank you." I say boldly.

He continues to smile, but he backs down. "Okay. I can help you out of this punishment, you know."

I cross my arms. "What's the catch?"

He grins. "You give me an encore."

I turn in a circle then face him again. "You make it sound like I'm a stripper." I smirk.

He laughs. "Not what I was implying. But, what do you say? Sing another song for me?"

I ponder the idea of singing for the Prince.

"Okay." I say.
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"That was amazing." States Nathaniel, staring at me with moon eyes. "Where did you get that talent?"

I shyly look at the ground. "My aunt said I got it from my mom."

He looks at me. "Where's your mom at? And your aunt?"

I drop the smile and bend back down to the task at hand. "I don't want to talk about it."

Curiosity crosses his face. "What happened, Kala?"

"My aunt's dead, and my mom left me. There, is that what you wanted to hear?" I snap.

He steps back. "Sorry. I'm sorry." He continues to whisper to himself and walks out of the ballroom.

I scrub desperately at he floor, then I pause and start sobbing. I lay down on the ground, tears rolling off my face. I quickly finish the task and race to my bedroom, skipping dinner.

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What do you all think? Is Zala a possibility? I should spit out chapter 4 before 10 tonight.

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