The black haired prince continued to stare at me.
“…What?” I questioned, while he just glared. I could hear the people whispering. ‘She’s a red hair.’ ‘Isn’t she supposed to be a princess?’ ‘Royals are supposed to have black hair, not red.’. I kept hearing the same old things I would normally hear…but then something caught my attention. ‘I can’t decide who’s worse. The red hair or the prince.’. It was then I felt someone grabbing at my hair. I looked over to see the prince gripping it. The prince was a boy, really. The second born child out of the three royal siblings. His black hair was spiked up in a gravity defying way, and his eyes were a gold color. He glared at my red hair, then smirked.
“So you’re the princess of Destiny Islands.” I just stared. I caught a glimpse of my two friends, who were staring at each other, concerned. I looked back at the prince.
“…I’m Vanitas. Your new prince.” He then threw my hair out of his grasp and turned to the people, motioning toward them.
“Welcome to Hollow Bastion. Your new home for the next 2 months.” He said. Though, even though we never said anything, I knew that he knew we wouldn’t even last 2 weeks.
……
I sighed, lying on my bed. My room was small and had a cream color to it. My bed was small and against the wall, near a window with white curtains, the floor hard and cold. I sat at my bed and looked at both my friends. My father, king of Destiny Islands, called them servants, judging by their red hair.
“This is bad…this is really bad.” I heard one of them say. His name was Reno. I saved him when he was captured and about to be executed for making weaponry, which they thought was part of the Resistance, a group there that hated Hollow Bastion for their absolute hatred for red heads, whether they are mages or not, and Destiny Islands for their hatred of just red heads, and forcing mages into war. He was a man with his long red hair tied into a messy ponytail, with green goggles at the top of his head, which I’ve never really seen him put on unless he were napping or trying to make something. He had light blue eyes and wore a suit most of the time, to look presentable, even though his suit’s jacket was open, the first few buttons of his white shirt were unbuttoned, and wore no tie.
“Oh, come on, it’s not that bad.”
“Not that bad? Vanille, the guy just basically gave us a non-verbal threat. Not to mention, we’re in enemy territory.” Vanille pouted. Vanille, was a different case. She came of her own volition, asking to help us. She wasn’t a mage, but she was a good fighter. Of course, her being the only female redhead in our ranks, she was put in my care. Or, rather, I was put in her care. Vanille was hyperactive, nice and had an accent from a place I’ve never known before. She had her red hair tied into two curled pigtails, with turquoise eyes. She was a girl of many words, and she had silver hoop earrings and wore a light pink halter top. She also wore a short orange and yellow skirt with yellow fur-trimmed boots and a bear pelt around her waist, where she kept her weapon, something she called a binding rod. She wore several bracelets and necklaces, and she was also my best friend. I sighed and sat up, looking at them.
“Guys, it’s fine. Besides…I knew that this would happen anyway.” I said, both of them looking at the ground after I said that. After a while, Vanille smiled.
“Well, even so, we still have peace for a little while, right? Sure, it’d be nice if we could all get along, but, now, we’re fine! So, I got you two some things to celebrate!” She said excitedly. I smiled.
“Vanille, you didn’t have to…” She handed me a present. It was small and it was only covered in a bow. I smiled and looked at her.
“It’s a box of {favorite candy}!” She nodded happily.
