A Royal Mess

4. Secrets and lies

It's the freaking prince of rudeness.

Yes, him, standing at my front porch looking as shocked to see me as I am to see him here. The fact that he looks as good at night as he looked during the day only makes me hate him more.

His ginger hair is disheveled which I guess is a result of how he constantly likes to run his hands through them. How do I know this? He's doing it right now. His blue eyes darken to resemble violet and his square  jaw is set in a tight line. He looks rugedly handsome.

"What the hell do you think you are doing, ringing the bell at 10 o'clock in the night?" I ask with complete bafflement. I hadn't expected to see this guy even once in my lifetime but have now had the pleasure *insert eye roll* to meet him twice.

"This is your house?" The prince asks equally astonished though he doesn't sound so rude now. He seems to be struggling with his words.

"Yes, her house. Do you have a problem with that unknown young man?" Dad asks from behind me. My mom was standing beside him. They must have followed me to the door.

"He's the same guy I spilled the coffee on dad." I explain.

"Look lad, if you're here to complain, then you're going to be really sorry to hear that I totally approve of my daughter's behavior." My dad says fiercely. I wish now more than ever that telepathic communication was a real thing among family members because right now I desperately want to tell my father that I love him.

"No sir, what happened yesterday was my fault. I was really rude. I apologize for that. I have been quite disturbed lately, I am searching for someone and haven't slept properly in days and it just came out on your daughter." He explains with such poise and politeness that if I hadn't heard him shout at me just yesterday by my own ears even I would've been convinced he didn't know how to be rude.

"Well even though we really appreciate your thoughtfulness that you came here in the middle of the night to apologize because we were totally dying to know why you'd been so rude and all, but is that the only reason you're here?" Yup my dad is sarcastic too. I know, it is totally awesome seeing the prince being shot down.

"Actually, sir the real reason regarding why I'm here is to take my sister home." He states determinedly, his eyes shone with renewed confidence at that statement.

And that's when my mother grabs the door and slams it shut right on the guy's face. She then takes my hand and leads me to my room while all I can manage is, "What?... Whuat?.... But what?..."

"So you didn't tell me if you liked the presents, sweetie? By the way, it's late hon. And you should get a good sleep. Dad's planning to take us out tomorrow. And even I should be going to sleep now." (All of that in one breath. Someone's been taking lessons from Jenna.)

Whatever she's saying makes no sense but I refrain from questioning her about this mainly because she seems in no condition to answer.

"Mom please just calm down okay. Stop rambling. Take a breath." I fan her face, a bit dramatic I know, but in my defense she has suddenly gone so pale she looks like she's seen a ghost. 

"Dad what's going..." I shoot as soon as I see him come up the stairs but stop mid sentence as I realize he's not alone.

The prince and a man in black, with an earpiece in his left ear, follow close behind. He is quite tall, has broad shoulders, is well-built and wearing the typical black suit so I assume he is a bodyguard.

"The guy wouldn't stop slamming the door and threatened to harm my new car what was I supposed to do, pumpkin?" My dad tries lightening the mood, I suppose, after looking at my mother's condition.