Chapter Two
I wake up in a place that is definitely not my 10 by 10 bedroom; this place has high ceilings with elegant fabrics draped along the top of my bed frame. I look down and see that I’m in nothing but my flower printed C-cupped push-up bra and boy-cut under wear that says Pink on the butt. When I sit up everything comes rushing back in to my brain, my parents, my grandma, the agents, and the massive head ache. When I see the wall length mirror I get up to go examine the bruises that I feel all over covering the length of my left side which I assume is the after affect of being thrown against a wall. The bruises are all sorts of different ugly colors, when I look to my left I see an elegant turquoise dress with deep purple flowers on it and then there’s the corset. I pick them both up turn around and as I’m about to head over to the bathroom I see him standing there staring at me a boy about my age a little taller by about a couple inches and with the deepest chocolate brown eyes trimmed with honey coloring. His hair’s a sandy blonde and he looks like he’s from the beach and then I realize that he’s got that dazed look in his eyes as he takes me all in and I quickly hold up the dress trying to cover up as much as I can. “Who the heck are you?” I say slowly walking back as he walks in and shuts the door which is really starting to freak me out.
“I’m Brody, and you must be the famous Princess Kenzi everyone has been talking about.” Princess? What the heck is he talking about I’m not a princess.
“I have no idea who you are or what you’re talking, but I think you have the wrong room and the wrong girl because I am no princess.” Right as I turned around to walk to the bathroom and away from this awkward conversation when he says, “You have no idea where you are, do you? You’re in your families’ kingdom right now I was sent to show you around the castle and show you where you will be training.” He smirks, but I can’t help to get that bubbly feeling in the pit of my stomach.
“I, um, I’m going to get dressed, so, um, you can uh just stay there,” and with that I turned around and walked in to the bathroom. I leaned against the door and took a deep breath, there is a strange man in my room and I’m almost fully naked. I feel like such an idiot because this stupid corset won’t go on and there is only one person in calling area that I have actually met in this unknown place. “Hey, uh, Brody do you think you can help me with this stupid corset?” I ask as I walk out once again I feel like an idiot, and he has that dazed look in his eyes. “Hey pretty boy my eyes are up here,” I say as I approach him.
“Oh, um, sure turn around, sorry about that it won’t happen again,” he says. I can feel his hands shaking as he touches my back to tighten the corset. When he reaches the bottom, which stops at my lower back a couple inches above my under wear, his hands are shaking even more now.
“Oh come on,” I say. “Have you never seen a half naked girl before let alone touched her?” I grab his hands and guide them to the knot. “Tie it so I can put the dress on.” Finally when he finishes I put the dress on and a couple bobby pins in my hair to keep some of it out of my face. When I walk back out he is standing pacing the room. “Well are you ready because I don’t think this can get any weirder because you have already seen me half naked so let’s go,” I say.
“So, the King and Queen are your parents. I don’t see the resemblance you are way too beautiful to be related to them,” He says. I glance over him and he’s smiling down at me and I blush and look away.
“My parents are anything, but royalty. I haven’t seen them since I was five or six, and then they popped up yesterday, or I think it was yesterday, out of the blue kidnapped me, and took me to gosh knows where.” I take a deep breath and keep walking. I can feel his eyes gazing down on me so I look up and say,” What is there something on my face, or dress, or something?”
“Oh, umm, no it’s just that your eyes really pop in that dress.” I can see his cheeks slighting turning pink.
“So where are we going?” I ask trying to change the subject.
“First we are going to your parents and then I will take you to the training room so you can start training.”
“Joy, I get to see my parents again,” I say with the sarcasm I can put in it. I smirk, “I wonder what my dad’s eye looks like.”
Brody looks at me confused. “What happened to your dads’ eye?”
“I punched him,” I said without hesitation.
“You punched the king,” he replies looking at me like I’ve lost it.
“No, I punched my dad,” I state. We turned a corner and I see my parents sitting in chairs acting like they own the place. My mom looks tired and my dad has a black eye. I laugh. “How’s the eye doing, Sir?” I say punching the word sir.
“You’ll pay for what you did brat,” he spits with a glint of red in his eyes. “I hope you said good bye to your grandma because you won’t be seeing her for a really long time,” he smirks.
By now I’m standing a foot or two away from him. “What did you do to her, where is she?” I question balling my fist looking around the room ready to punch something at any moment, preferable one of my parents.
“Brody,” my father says. “Take her to the training room and start her training.”
“Yes Sir.” Brody states as he grabs my elbow and gently tugs me away from my parents. When we turn the corner I pull my arm out of his hand.
“Face me and place your hands an inch away from your chest,” I instruct. When he does so I ball my fist again and punch the center of his hands sending him to the floor along with all my anger, I let out a frustrated breath and help him up.
“Damn that really hurt, a little more warning next time so I can grab a pillow for you to scream in like most girls do when they’re angry,” he states. I glare at him. “Or a brick you can throw a brick just anything, but using me as a human punching bag.”
I laugh as we turn the corner and walk in to what I assume was the training room. I look around a see every possible fighting gadget and training supplies plus stuff I’ve never seen before. I can feel his eyes stare at me from behind so I turn around and say “Can I help you with something or are you just going to keep slowly undressing me with your eyes?” walking up to him with a smirk on my face leaving only an inch between us. I see him smile with a little blush on his cheeks.
“You do realize with your proximity I can turn your words in to a reality.” He smirks not at all expecting my next words.
“Oh don’t I know it,” I reply and before I can do anything else I feel his lips smash on mine and then turn soft I instantly reply letting him take the lead I feel his hands travel down to my hips a pull my body even closer to him. My hands travel up in to his hair and start to twirl it with my fingers. He slowly pulls away and we both try to catch our breaths I see the realization set in to his eyes and then panic as he pulls away even farther. “Wow, Even though that was my first kiss I didn’t think I was that bad,” I state looking at him confused.
It took him a couple of seconds to reply before he says “What, no that was amazing it’s just the fact that I just kissed the princess and that is like a huge no no.” he states still looking shocked about what he just did.
“Oh well I’m no princess, so what’s the problem, scared of a little challenge?” I ask with a smirk on my face once again stepping closer to him. Wow where did all this courage come from? His face gave everything away; I could see the shock, confusion, and most of all lust. I could also see that he was debating on which emotion he was going to let show through, making up his mind he took a step forward leaving no space left in between us. “Where’s the funny in life without a challenge?" He smirks leaning in to close the gap between our lips. I take a step back and sweetly smile at him with a smirk trying to let its self out. He gave me a look of confusion. “What are you doing?”
I shrug. “Giving you a challenge to see if it’s worth fighting for.” And with that I turned around and head for the punching bags not hiding my smirk any longer. Maybe being trapped here won’t be so bad I think. Just as long as I find my grandma and know that she’s safe.
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