The Djinni & The Royal

❂ Good Luck, Traitor ❂

Djinni pushed past the crowds of people. She headed toward the balcony, lifting her skirts at a scandalous height to move faster. God she hated these 'holier than thou' people and they're overpopulated parties. They're sharp beady eyes roamed over her, greedily taking in her appearance as they leaned away, afraid to be seen touching her. A famous outcast if ever there was one.

"Djinni." Came a deep, grave voice. The Djinni turned, only to find Eight glaring at her furiously.

She smirked and fanned her face. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" She asked sweetly. His face hardened even more.

"Why are you here?" He demanded. She sighed softly, taking a slow step toward him. Her gaze wandered off as if bored.

"I was invited, so sweet of him." He growled in his throat, watching as she fixed the low neck of her gown. She caught the look and gave a wink.

"Leave before I inform the king of who is in his palace." He threatened, red growing up his neck.

"Oh really?" She mused. THAT would be entertaining. He moved closer, towering over her. She raised an eyebrow and tossed her hair back, her face looking straight into his.

"Leave." He snarled. She blushed and fanned her face again, looking around as if she was trying to follow the order but didn't know how.

"Mind helping me out? I can't seem to find the door." She whispered, leaning into him, her hand brushing his belt. His jerked back, his nostrils flared. She snickered. She loved playing with Angels.

"This man bothering you?" A large man asked, standing behind Eight. Djinni looked back at the man and pulled away suddenly, looking offended at the proximity of the older man.

"I don't want to be a bother." She murmured batting her eyes innocently, adjusting the neck of her gown. The man grabbed Eight harshly.

"Let's go." The guard dragged him away, while eight began to yell. He yanked his arm away only to be grabbed harder.

"This is an outrage! You let a demon in your mists and not an honest gentlman?" Eight bellowed, looking anything but the gentleman he claimed to be.

Nine watched Eight being dragged out. In all honesty, he wasnt suprised. Eight seemed one for force, when tact was needed. He turned at the sound of a loud horn.

He spotted the Djinni walking up to the King. She bowed gracefully. People froze and stared as the King bowed to the girl. An action reserved for equals, and consitering the Djinni was not, it would be sure to stir controversy. A fact she  seemed to realise as she smiled wryly at him; taking the seat he beckoned her to, beside him.

The King was middle aged, his hair just starting to gray. His face serious, but kind. Nine leaned back, watching as the King made a toast to his company, dedicating it to the moon and the Djinni.

Malinda watched her Angel be dragged out. He wasn't needed any longer but she was sad to see him thrown out so harshly. He had promised to prove the Djinni evil, she had promised riches in return. She turned away from the screaming man and her blood ran cold. The Djinni. She was gliding confidentiality to the King, her guardian. The princess gulped and hurried to hear what the witch had to say.

"Malinda dear, this is a trusted help of mine. The Djinni." King Archibald introduced his new 'niece'. Malinda turned her fearful eyes to the girl so many people feared and respected. The Djinnis eyes were amused as she gave a small curtsey.

"How nice you meet you, Princess." She stressed the word, her eyes catching the younger girls. Malinda nervously curtsied again in return, her palms sweating profusely.