Seven | Book 1 (An EXO fiction)

48.

The table is covered in all kinds of food. Some of which I've never gotten to try, some that I've come to love. Foods that I have only seen but never got a chance to eat because by the time I catch sight of it, I'm already far too full to try to eat anything else.

Junmyeon is staring at the array of dishes uneasily.

"You don't usually eat this much food..." he observes.

I avoid giving him an actually answer by shrugging noncommittally and picking up some squishy dessert that looks like a jello cupcake.

"I'm sorry...you know. For when I scared you..." he murmurs. The memory of his blood bending flashes through my mind but leaves it just as fast. For some reason...I'm not as bothered by it as I was.

I put the cupcake thing back down and dust my hands off on the leg of my pants. I don't want him to feel guilty for my reaction to something. "No, it was my fault. I freaked out about something that I encouraged you to do. I'm really proud that you figured out how to do it, really." I offer a smile to ease his heart. "Have you found any other cool uses for your power?"

He brightens just a bit. "Yeah it was really easy to do after a bit of training. Finding new ways to manipulate water I mean."

"Amazing," I praise. I pick the cupcake thing back up and take a bite of it while Junmyeon goes on to explain how he figured out some new trick of his that he picked up. I nod every 3 seconds but feel more distracted by the party going on in my mouth. This delicious ass cupcake. It feels like a pillow when you bite in to it, but then it melts on your tongue.

This is the magic that I'm here for.

I sit and watch Junmyeon go around the room making bubbles of water out of molecules of water in the air and then juggle them around for at least half an hour. The go from the size of ping pong balls to huge beach balls in the span of that time.

"Dude, wait. I need to go to the bathroom, but I'll be right back. Don't...drench any of my stuff while I'm gone."

"No promises."

I snort and run off to the bathroom and lock the door behind me. Kneeling at the toilet, the familiar feeling of fear creeps into my stomach as I glance from the toilet bowl to the door.

Something's not right.

She's not the same.

She hasn't even tried to contact us. She hates us.

Worry. Concern. Helplessness.

I hold on to the bowl tighter and scowl at my distorted reflection in the water.

This is what I want. I know this. I...I want to be Queen and I have to be pretty to be Queen. This will make me pretty.

I push a shaky finger down my throat and watch as a rainbow of color swirls around in the bowl. A colorful mix of all the foods I'd eaten decorating the water like abstract art.

I had to dress up for the official press conference with Solar today. And as expected after that meeting, word has gotten out of me and my existence, and now everyone is in a frenzy. The conference is being held in a castle room that I wasn't even aware existed. It's in the 2nd building of the castle and is big enough to seat 10,000 people.

That might just be how many people are here.

God, I'm glad I didn't dress myself for this. Some of the Gaia came in early this morning to put me in a dress that would match the dragon's breath stones I got as a birthday gift. I feel a lot older in this that I ever have.