The King Who Won't Marry

WOUNDS

Scarlett

His eyes.

He's never looked at me with those eyes before. They were serious, piercing, and to be honest...a little bit terrifying.

Imagine me, the great Scarlett de Beville, getting a bit terrified of a good-for-nothing prince's eyes.

He looked at me intently as I leaned on the post of the deck. He slowly walked towards me. With every step he took, my heart pounded out of nervousness. Yes, it's the truth that made me wanna vomit at that time.

He was walking slowly, probably because he was taking precaution. I subtly took hold of the hilt of my sword, ready to strike him if I become annoyed.

But, the weird matter was, I wasn't annoyed at all. I was nervous. He stood a few feet away from me. To my surprise, I wasn't able to move. I was stumped, actually.

He felt dominant over me with the way he seemed. And that's one of the feelings I hate the most, being dominated. What on earth is he playing?!

This time, by now, should be where I take out my sword and hit him with all I've got, but again, I wasn't able to.

What is happening to you, Scarlett?!

He was serious. He's getting closer. This wasn't the mood a joker should be giving, right?

I was literally going crazy! I didn't know where to look, so I just bowed my head to avoid his gaze.

But this idiot decided that a few feet away wasn't close enough. He stood a few inches away from me that I could hear his breathing.

Startled by it, I suddenly looked up and met his face. It was so close that I wanted to grab my sword and smack it away.

But instead, I narrowed my eyes and stupidly said this, "W-what?"

He sighed, taking a deep breath before speaking, "Scarlett, we need to talk."

Oh, hell.

What? What? What!?

Talk?! About what?!

Why am I feeling shaken all of sudden? I'm sweating, for crying out loud. His words felt like a death sentence. I bit my lip to stop it from quivering, or at least not show Daniel that it was indeed quivering.

"T-talk?"

"Yes." He said in a very serious tone that my knees weakened.

And what made matters worse, is that this prince decided to extend his arm and place it on the post I was leaning on. So, meaning to say, he cornered me. He leaned in close, closer, and a little bit more...

And BAM!

"Owww!" -he screamed at the sudden contact of pain- "What the heck, Scar?!"

"I-it's your fault, you...you stupid prince!"

Ugh, great. I'm stuttering and heating up like an idiot.

"Seriously?! A headbutt!?" He touched his head and placed a hand on one of the boxes beside him for support.

This time, I was able to grab my sword. I pointed it at him. But I was using two hands and my knees were bent like a shy girl!

Come on, Scar! Keep your calm.

"You deserved it!" I said, keeping my lame posture because I was unable to move. God, even my hands are getting red!

"From wanting to talk with you?!"

"Yeah!"

He straightened himself, covering the bruise on his forehead with his hair.

"Go, your highness. You can do it."