"Scott, look what you've gotten us into!" She was often told by numerous people that she didn't have an intimidating face. Even if she was genuinely offended, her expressions were too angelic—as Papa would say—for her to scare them away. And the lack of frightening features didn't come in handy for the current situation she was in either.
"Not my fault it started pouring out of nowhere, princess," he simpered.
"The shoes Prince Cross got me is all wet and sludgy now," she complained. "And for the hundredth time now, stop calling me princess."
"Why? Is it because it's a nickname only Prince Cross is permitted to call you?" he teased.
"Not funny."
"Alright, let's make a run for it." Before she could utter another word, warmth filled her hand as she felt herself drowning under the downpour. The sodden sensation of her hair and feet felt unpleasant while her vision blurred from the droplets that filled her eyes.
"Scott, wait!" His pace was too fast for her little legs to catch up to that she had to let go of the tight grip of his warm hands. Regrettably, the moment she did, her foot slipped on the puddled ground as her body lost balance with the sudden twist of her ankles.
"Are you alright?" With a single arm in front of her and another wrapped around her waist for support, he held her so delicately, afraid that he might break her frail bones.
"I am, thanks for your con—" she rested her body on one foot and took a step forward, almost falling over if it weren't for the tightened hold of his skinny but virile arms.
"No, you're not," he sighed. "Here, let me see."
He bent down and handled her ankle with such gentle hands as she properly gazed upon his features which noticeably matured. She remembers teasing him on how squishy his cheeks were and how he was shorter than her by approximately two inches.
"You sure have changed, Scott. I see prince potentials in you now," she paused. "Wait, that didn't come off odd, did it?"
"Hey, I am the one and only prince of Glacia, maybe it did come off odd."
She laughed, "Thank you, Prince Scott of Glacia."
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Poisoned in Red
مصاص دماء🌗 A decade ago, a blood war took place emerged from the taboos of young Romeo and Juliet; a vampire and a mortal. As the tragedy goes, together, the paramours are bound to be led to the bite of awakening an impeccable and ravenous baby bi...
