The Prince of Ice - The First Prince

The First Prince Of Miridia

Kim Hiyori's P.O.V

I stare in shock, ignoring the sound of glass shattering against the cold, white, marble floor. All I can do is open and close my mouth in disbelief, not wanting to believe my eyes. The devastatingly handsome man at the front of the room someone I thought dead.

I-Is that Kibum? I ask myself, almost hoping for someone to pop into my head and tell me otherwise. I thought he was dead... how can this be happening?

I don't even notice the large number of guards rushing at me, eyes steely and waiting for the command to kill. I feel multiple pairs of strong hands, keeping me in place if I wanted to move even a single step.

"Who do you think you are?" A booming voice snaps me out of my train of thought. "How dare you ruin this momentous occasion!" A middle-aged man with slightly greying hair and eyes like a hawk takes slow, almost menacing steps toward me.

"I-I..." I can't find any words as I stare into his intimidating eyes.

"I don't want to hear it." The firmness in his voice silences me completely. "Guards, take her away. I don't want to see her face for the rest of the night."

My eyes widen so much that they nearly roll right out of their eye sockets. "Wait, please! I haven't done anything wrong!"

I start to struggle and wriggle my body, trying to get out of the iron clamp like grips on my arms. I don't know why, but I suddenly feel the urge that I need to get out of here, ASAP. Their grips only seem to tighten on me until another booming voice calls out, only a lot calmer than the first voice.

"Father, let me take care of this." The man, with the striking silver eyes, at the front of the room speaks up calmly. His posture is formal, yet still completely at ease. "If she is a guest, we can't throw her in the dungeons. That would be uncourteous." Even if his face and tone appear blank, I can see the slightest tint of amusement in his eyes, even from this distance.

The whole room goes silent, the heads of beautiful women and handsome men turned towards the middle-aged man from before. He ignores everyone in the room, his eyes staring into mine. I gulp unconsciously, my breath stuck in my throat. It seems to be the same with everyone else, people holding their breaths in anticipation of the man's answer.

"Tsk. Do as you must. I don't want to see her anywhere near this hall." He waves a hand in the direction of the man at the front stage.

The man nods, sauntering towards me with a proud gate. "Let's go." His voice sounds bored as he takes me from the hands of the other men. I can only stare at him in shock and weariness, not understanding what this man is going to do with me.

His hands were chilly to say the least, holding my wrists in a firm yet somehow delicate grip. He leads me out of the obscenely large dining room filled with guests, down a long hallway with tiles of flawless, white marble. The walls were decorated with magnificent paintings of men and women in fine clothing, all of them extremely handsome and beautiful.

"Where are you taking me?" I ask somewhat rudely, my mind a jumble after all of the bizarre occurrences that have come upon me in this odd dream. The man's hands seem to turn to ice, making goose bumps appear along my arms.

"Is that any way to speak to the future king?" He asks, his tone and eyes as icy as his grip on me. He stops walking, whipping around to stare me in the eye with cool blue eyes that seem to detect any movement whatsoever.

I tense up for some reason, a crease working itself in between my eyebrows. "I don't know what you're talking about..." I whisper, trying to tug my wrist out of his vice like grip. He stares at me for what feels like eternity before letting go of my wrist, a small scowl on his face.

"Well either you're extremely ignorant, or you've been living under a rock your entire life." Rude. I think to myself with a frown. He pauses for a moment to think, beautiful grey eyes seeming to stare off into the unknown before locking back on me. "Or perhaps... you aren't of this realm?"

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Sorry for another long wait and such a short chapter, also if there are any spelling or punctuation errors! The image at the top is the dress I imagine Hiyori to be wearing for the ball.