His Ocean Blue Eyes

♔Chapter One

I stared at the boy in front of me. No, not boy, prince. He was a work of art, beautifully sculpted, and his eyes shone like ocean waves.

He was indeed a prince, and a beautiful one at that.

Many of the girls at the ball tonight had surrounded him. Their cheers being heard over mountains. Yet, I couldn't deny that their eyes were in the right place.

A beautiful specimen. A beautiful specimen that had been staring at me all night. A ball of stares I had come to call it after the first hour.

A man walked up to the beautiful prince; the first of the night. He seemed to react quickly to the older man, making my gaze search for another candidate for my spectating eyes.

I heard whistles and calls, screams of panic and awe as I slipped, falling down the long drop towards the floor. My eyes closed themselves, automatically expecting the worse.

The pain never went through my body, instead feeling warmth before my anxious mind overtook me, bringing myself to snap my eyes open, seeing my ocean-eyed prince stand before me.

His arms lay around me, his breathing heavy. My mind searched for a memory of what happened, only to find none.

He stirred in his sleep, groaning as, I assumed, he rolled over, since his arms had left my waist.

With the allowance, I quickly got out of the rickety bed, seeing clothes scattered across the floor, and finding myself to be only in my undergarments.

I remembered going to the bar with a few of the other thieves the night before. But after that, nothing. I must've been wasted. It was perfect that I didn't get hangovers like the rest of the folks, it meant that I could go about my day without having to beg the Housewoman for medicine.

My eyes stole a glance at who my wasted ass self had chosen last night. My eyes assessed him and I was pleased it wasn't some beggar from the street.

I turned, walking to the wardrobe in the room. I grabbed some random trousers and shirt from the drawers, pulling the on quickly before walking out of the bedroom door.

It didn't take much of a walk down the hallway before I heard the bickering and groans of my hungover comrades. A smirk crawled onto my face, knowing I wouldn't have to suffer the annoyance that they were.

"Lyric! Your package has come!" Claudia called throughout the house, the echoing not allowing me to know her whereabouts. A simultaneous groan sounded from the kitchen, and I couldn't help the laugh that escaped.

I walked towards the mailing area, finding that there were still piles to some people on a mission or some who had already punched their ticket. A bell rang throughout the house as I bent over, picking up the large package before walking out of the room.

My feet padded against the wooden floor as I walked up the stairs, the package in my arms. I had been in a guest room last night, which resided downstairs with the worst beds.

My own bedroom came into view and I immediately walked through the door, finding the floor was still a mess with books and pages covering it.

My discarded clothes still resided on the bed, and the picture of my mother and father still crumbled into a ball in the corner. I hadn't been in here at all since my last mission.

Last night had been my first night home, and all I had had time to do, before being dragged to the bar, was place my bag by my bedroom doorway, where it still resided.

I placed the package on my desk, walking towards the bed and fixing my clothing before starting on the pages and books in the floor. Within a half hour I had finished the cleaning of the small room.

My eyes caught the picture, and my legs took me to it, bending down as my arms reached out to it. It was my only memory of my parents.

The years before the raiding of our kingdom were filled with finding a husband for my older sister, who now was married and across the country.

Nobody had had time for the six-year-old, and hadn't even noticed when I had turned seven or eight. I didn't care much back then.

I had friends in my mind back then. Friends that didn't leave me until I realized I had to leave them.

My sister knew like all the rest. I was dead, like mother and father; like Grandad and Mawmaw.

No one knew that I, the prince of O'Livedrop, was alive. My mind shook at the name. I had never liked it, but it was the name of my family's kingdom. The name had been taught to us to remember; it was what we would've ruled.

My mind went back to my sister as I walked towards my wardrobe, grabbing clothes that were actually mine. It had been eight years since the raid, eight years since I had seen her.

"Lyric!" Ottoman's voice broke me from my thoughts. I grabbed my folded clothes and walked out of my bedroom, finding him in front of me.

"Claudia has been looking for you," he spoke, looking down at me. I looked around him, seeing the woman herself walking up the stairs, carrying an envelope.

"What do you need?" I asked, stepping passed Ottoman and facing Claudia. She looked at me, holding out the envelope.

I grabbed it, seeing that it had been marked by the leaders of our thieving group.

"Mission?" Ottoman asked, looking over my shoulder at the envelope in my hand. I shrugged, turning back to my bedroom, walking in long enough to place the envelope on my desk.

Before long the two had left me be, allowing me to go on my way to the shower house. I wondered if the man was still in the guest room, or if he had already left the house altogether.

Either way, I wasn't going to bother looking for him. It was someone come from a drunken night, and I certainly didn't need him in my life.

My bare feet stopped in the grass, watching the sight in front of me. A boy, about my age, stood at the side of the building, his head peeking around as he watched men come from and go into the shower house.

My brow arched, curiosity getting the best of me. I placed my clothes on the ground, walking around the opposite side of the boy. He didn't notice me as I appeared behind him.

He didn't hear my footsteps as I started trying to sneak up on him.

He didn't even make a sound when I put my hand over his mouth and pulled him back.

I turned the boy towards me, only succeeding in making him trip and stumble before hitting the ground. I crouched down, helping him up before stopping when I saw his eyes.

His ocean-blue eyes.