The Mystery of Scarlett

Chapter 5: An Old Fae

I arrive at the throne room, and take a seat, all eyes are on me. Damien looks at me angrily"Why aren't you in the dress that was picked out, and why are you late?" He says. I pick up my fork and stare at it like it's the most interesting thing in the world. I know why he's angry I kicked out the servants who were really nice, I changed my dress, and I am 5 minutes late. I am about to give him a sarcastic apology, when I am interrupted by the announcer;

"Your royal highnesses," struggling on the extra -es, " his royal highness King James Nathan of the Fae."
I roll my eyes, royalty have such long titles. I turn around over to face the Fae King and my eyes widen in recognition the words slip from my mouth like soap

"Nate."

"Scar." He says immediately recognizing me his eyes hold so many emotions happiness, shock, and something else I can't pinpoint.

"Scar." He repeats.

"Nate." I repeat I couldn't get over my shock. I run over to him, throwing my arms around him while he picks me up and twirls me around like when we were kids. I pull away from our embrace, I am at a loss for words the world keeps spinning and I feel lost in time; it feels like I can do anything and everything's possible and I feel like I'm happy again.

"Your suppose to be dead." I say finally regaining logic.Nate looks at me with longing? "I was dead Scar, but you saved me. Remember?"
 "Yes I remember but you didn't survive... Never mind, but how did you become king?"
 Damien intervenes. "What I would love to know is how do you two know each other?"