As we walked into class, I felt the strangest urge to just punch my stupid mate in the face and let out all my anger on him, but as a Princess, I know I have to control my self.
My anger could not get the best of me. I must learn to respect my mate, even if he did not care for me.
With that particular thought echoing in my mind, I let out a long, exasperated sigh. I could faintly hear the teacher questioning me and I could faintly feel the burning gazes of the students surrounding me, but I was too focused on his enchanting aroma.
He smelled divine.
I craved his touch to the point where I desperately wanted to curl up into a ball and cry my heart out.
Instead, I focused on his scent, attempting to engrave it into my memory and silently wishing I could save a bit of it to smell in the future.
I don't know how long I sat there, entranced by the odor, but when I was jolted out of my thoughts, the delicious smell was long gone and the darkness outside indicated that it was nearing night time.
I didn't bother questioning anyone or anything, I knew that once I zoned out there was nothing anyone could do to snap me out of it.
My finger tips burned slightly as I made my way out of the school. The full moon glowed brighter than usual in the dark, starry sky. I suddenly winced from the pain as sparks flew from my hand.
What was going on?
My hand felt like it was being burned off as I watched a fire erupt from my palms. The fire cooled down the burning sensation as its flames turned blue and white. I watched in awe as my thought controlled the size of the fire until I made it vanish into thin air.
I stood there for a few seconds looking at my open palms when a thought entered my mind. My gaze lowered to my feet as I tried to imagine fire burning from the soles. My eyebrows furrowed in concentration, but only a few sparks erupted. I glared at my feet in frustration as I began to walk home. The reality of what had just happened hadn't sunk in yet. I was too busy being disappointed in my feet to realize what I had actually just accomplished.
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RomancePrincess Rosebella Scarlett Sandersole has just turned sixteen and must find her mate. Her parents, King Ronald and Queen Lucy, send her to an American Academy to give her a different perspective of life, or so she is told. Little does she know that...