Deadly

Chapter 2

My mother all but whacked my personal body guard upside his head after the introductions were made. Dallas was only three years older than me, my mother had him assigned to me after the last one quit early the previous year. The job description was to guard and protect me, but I along with everyone else knew that she just got him to baby sit and keep an eye on me.

While she was railing into him Pamula had a few nearby servants take Felicity and I away so we could clean up and look presentable for dinner.

Stacy lead me back to my room, sighing when the mud tracked onto the shinny wood floors. It looked like my mother and Pamula went all out with the decorating. New curtens, ( my favorite ) long violet purple ones adorned the sparkly clean windows.

The flowers places around the palace were changed from lilies to white roses, they smelt a lot better than all of the other cleaning supplies that burned my nose. The chandeliers and portraits were dusted and glistening clean. No doubt this part of the palace was paid the most attention to, it was by far the cleanest. Maids were still bustling up and down the hallway.

Before we could reach my room I came to a dead halt. Facing Stacy I gave her my best don't mess with me right now look. " Be honest. What rooms are Benjamin and Bennett staying in?"

Stacy began to nervously twirl her strawberry blond hair, her eyes trained on the glossy floor.
" Well.. Her Majesties the Queens were going to place them in the best rooms here at the palace, but.."

" For cripes sake, spit. It. Out." I demanded.

" They asked for the rooms in the empiest part of the palace." She said quickly, one word stumbling out right after the other.

" Why would they do that?!" I asked, throwing my arms into the air in complaint as I began to pace in front of my bedroom door. My room was in the empiest part of the palace, I chose it particularly so I didn't have to be around anyone. There goes what already little privacy I had left.

Oh no...

I came to another dead stop, my eyes wide with terror. I am not going to keep my music at a low volume just because they decided they wanted to be picky about which room they got. Hell to the no.

" Princess, might we go inside so you can clean up?" Stacy asked, sighing deeply.

" I can bathe myself." I said, grumbling as I entered my room, closing the door behind me. My mother had long since removed the lock from my door, so now I used a door stop to keep people out. Neat little invention, eh?

Twenty minutes later I was dressed and ready for dinner. The second I opened my bedroom door Dallas was standing there sporting a permanent glare etched onto his face. Beautifully sculpted face, I might add. I secretly loved his natural brown curly hair and chocolaty eyes. No one would ever know he had me swooning at times. Greek. God.

" What took you so long?" He asked, arms crossed over that muscular chest of his.

Snap out of it Katherine!

" You try getting that much mud washed off in twenty minutes." I said, walking past him before I could do something rash, like jump his bones. He was that yummy.

" Dinner is ready." He said from behind me.

My throat felt thick as I glanced back at him over my shoulder. Smirking I threw him a wink, getting ready for a careless flirty remark that he was use to by now. " Dallas baby, don't underestimate yourself. You're far more dessert- like than dinner-like."

He choked out loud, staring at me with bewilderment. Hu, guess he wasn't as use to my flirting as I thought he was. Oh well, it makes it all the funnier when I get responses like that from him.