The Lost Princess

Chapter Six

Chapter Six
I walked out of my room, pulling the hem of the dress as far as it could go. I walked, barefoot, down the long hall, just now realizing Lily never picked out shoes for me. Not that I'm complaining, I hate shoes.

Once I hit the middle of the hallway, I realized Lily was not following me. I quickly spun around in a circle, looking for the little blonde. She was nowhere in sight.

"Lily? Where are you? Lily, this is not funny. Get your tiny little butt out here or so help me god-"

"She is already downstairs, helping get the last minute touch ups for dinner. She can transport anywhere she wants to go. It's one of her powers," a lazy voice informed me.

I spun around to find an extremely attractive male leaning against the door directly across from the stairs. He was smiling at me but I think it is more of a mocking smile. Which didn't sit well with me.

I crossed my arms over my chest and glared at the male. "Who are you?"

He ran a perfectly tanned hand through his tousled blonde hair. Blonde hair that clearly needs a haircut, but he manages to make it work. His eyes are a starling blue, his jawline sharp enough to cut glass. He's strongly built, just like every other male I have met since I was first taken to the demon realm. It's got to be a supernatural thing.

"I am your personal guard, princess," he informed me, giving me a slight, mocking bow.

That only caused my glare to get more intense. I have lived 19 years not taking crap from anyone and I am not stopping that now.

"My name is not princess and I do not need some stupid royal brat to protect me. I am very capable of protecting myself," I informed him before turning on my heel, stomping down the stairs.

"I'm sure you can, princess-" I scoffed at the name again. "But that is not up to me. Talk to your mother about that," he called out to me.

"I will," I called back to him.

Once I reached the bottom step and walked into another hall, I realized my mistake. There are like ten doors on one side, let alone the other sides. Which one leads to where I need to go? This did not pass by my new "bodyguards" attention.

"You need my help to find the kitchen at the very least," he called down to me.

I gave him the finger, which only made him laugh harder. He descended the stairs, but I ignored him. I will just go through every door until I find the one I need. I walked to the end of the hallway and began trying to open every door. The first door was locked. I tried the one across from it. Locked. I did not make a noise as I repeated the process. Blonde brat snickered as he followed me.

"I like you. I can tell nothing will be boring with you around," blonde brat chuckled as he spoke.

"I am not here for your personal entertainment," I hissed at him. He held his hands up in surrender.

"My name is Cameron, if you were wondering," Blonde brat-I mean Cameron, informed me.

"I wasn't," I lied. I totally wanted to know. "I much prefer Blonde Brat."

Cameron scowled. "That's what you called me?"

"Yep," I sighed, opening more doors. I was starting to get frustrated. How could so many doors be locked?

"This is stupid! Why are so many doors locked? What is the point of them if you can't access them," I hissed, looking for something to throw. I really need to throw something. Or punch something.

"We are going to be late, come on and follow me," Cameron sighed. He walked to the door right in front of the stairs and turned the handle. It swung open. I groaned.