Sky

Chapter 6

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Chapter 6:

Sky

"You needed me?" I say uncertainly, entering my grandma's office/study. A servant had come to my room earlier, minutes after I got home, informing me that my grandmother requested my presence. In truth, I'm scared about how my grandma will react when she finds out what happened. I can't just not tell her about what happened today, I assaulted a royal after all. Grandma gestures to the seat in front of her and I sit down looking everywhere but at her. I take in the entirety of her study, avoiding her gaze. The gorgeous oak desk with intricate designs is seemingly grounded into the floorboard, legs extending into the ground like roots. The large overarching bookshelves with glass doors similarly designed with a think foundation. I feel my grandmother's scrutinizing gaze and meet her eye. "If you're gonna punish me for today, I am so not sorry. She totally deserved it. I don't know she was a princess but she's a total b-" I start on a mini rant but she interrupts me.

"Skylar, what are you blabbing on about?" She inquires staring at me like I've grown a second head. Oh, so she doesn't know?

"Uh, nothing grandma," I say innocently with a smile. "What did you need, Nana?

"Her 'Sky-is-crazy' look doesn't leave but she speaks nonetheless, "There's someone you must meet today. He should be here shortly." He?

As if on cue, there's a loud knock on the door. Elijah the Asswipe and Serena the Ho Bag walk in towards Nana, without a glance at me. "I take it that's not him," I say loudly to my grandma. Elijah's head whips around to the sound of my voice and he stops mid stride. Serena stops a nano-second later and I feel the tangible fury of her stare drop on me.

"You," she says with evident hatred, taking a purposeful step towards me. Nana clears her throat and she pauses, assessing the situation and our audience. Suddenly, she plasters a smile faker than Pamela Anderson's boobs, and turns towards my Nana.

"Queen, I request the removal of this servant immediately because she assaulted me earlier today," she says pleasantly.

Queen Victoria's eyebrows arch as she spares me a glance before smiling at Serena haughtily. "Request denied. Get out."

I release the breath I didn't know I'd been holding. Serena's eyes grow wide and I suppress a giggle at her shock. She shoots daggers at me with her glare and her stance changes. Her clear blue eyes narrow and her voice resonates clear and petulant. "I am second to the throne and the only heir in the country, why is this peasant being protected after she physically attacked me?" She questions, her rage discernible.

My grandmother's usually warm eyes grow dark and narrow and I'm grateful that her anger isn't directed at me. "I'd be mindful who I raise my voice towards, Serena." Nana says icily. "Remember you are not of my blood, hence you're disposable. This girl," she says, turning to me and smiling, "is my granddaughter. Princess Skylar Rose Escentra, first in line for the throne of Great Britain."

Both Serena and Elijah gasp, and I see Elijah take a noticeable step away from Serena with a lustful gaze directed at me. Not a servant now, huh? "I am also stepping down in one year's time, when Elijah and Skylar finalize their marriage." I hear Nana state. Now it's my turn to gasp. "W-what? You've got to be kidding me! He's a narcissistic, arrogant infuriating jerk that I first met when he was screwing Serena!" I shout heatedly. I can't help but glare at the asshole who I'm apparently betrothed to and I see a flash of hurt pass through his gaze. Hurt? Maybe his ego hurts because he's already proven not to have any feelings. It's not that he's ugly. In fact he has cute short-long hair that sits atop his head messily and dark blue eyes I could easily get lost in, and those amazing drool worthy abs. Sadly, he's a man whore, and that basically killed any chance he could have had with me.

"Serena, out." My grandmother said with a conviction that sent chills down my spine. Serena complied, but not before shooting me a murderous glare. If looks could kill I'd be dead five time over.

I hear the oak doors close and my grandmother motions for Elijah to take the seat next to my own and he complies in silence.

"As of this moment, you will both be aware of the severity of your betrothal. Elijah, I'm sure you've notice the strain in France. Your parents need this alliance in order to keep the Stroigi away from your kingdom. Without this alliance, your kingdom will fall." She says with a solemn graveness. She turns to me, "Skylar, we received a prophecy when you were thirteen. We now know there is still hope for your mother, she's alive."

Had I not been sitting I would have fallen to my knees. She's alive.Before I have enough time to fully process this, Nana continues, "The prophecy states you must wed a man of royal blood. Elijah is the only unwed heir to a throne. As for the Serena issue, that's at your discretion. Whatever you chose, you shall tell Elijah. Your engagement shall be announced in two months at the annual winter ball."

Anger surges through me and the fiery rage within me unleashes as I shout, "I can't marry him! Why don't I get a choice? Who the hell makes up this kind of shit? This isn't some book where the girl becomes a princess that completes prophecies, this is my life!"

Nana's eyes grow wide and I think it's because of my outburst, and then I smell it. Fire. I look towards Elijah and he's wide-eyed too. I follow their gaze. My hands...I stare at my hands horrified but entranced at the atrocious smell they emitted.

"Help," I whisper. I don't feel the burn on my hands. My grandmother reaches out to hold my hands. I flinch and don't let her touch me. I can't risk hurting Nana.

"It's okay child," she whispers softly. "I can help." I let her grab my hands and hear a faint sizzle as the fire extinguishes. I look perplexedly at her and she simply states, "I was gifted with water." I nod silently and risk a glance towards Elijah. He's staring at me with a mixture of awe and fear.

"Elijah, leave and speak none of this with anyone," My grandmother says breaking the loud silence. I keep my head down even after I hear the door close. I feel a tear make its way down my cheek and onto my parched lips. My grandmother envelopes me into a comforting hug, and the dam of tears break.

"There, there child," she says soothingly. We stay there embraced as she rubs my back consoling me. Only my sobs echo as she grows stiff.

"You have the affinity for fire."

I glance up and she's looking at me with awe. "Yeah, why is that bad?" My grandma doesn't say anything and I can almost see the cogs turning in her brain.

"She has more than one element," I hear Nana whisper.

I mull over the idea in my head and respond, "Yeah, I guess I do have more than one, why is that bad? And why'd you call me 'she'?"

"I didn't say anything, Sky." My grandmother says solemnly.

"Yes you did. You said 'she has more than one element'." I reply with a bit of doubt. Am I going crazy? Because with the past week's events, it's a plausible

option.

"Look at me," she says. I look at my grandmother. "I didn't say anything."

I let out a gasp. What the hell? "H-how did you do that?"

"I didn't do anything." She smiles at me and declares, "you have multiple affinities. Telepathy, my dear granddaughter."

A/N should I continue this story?