Chapter Six
After Lance helped me into my dress and shoes, he designed my hair in a way that most goblins would design it, then helped me with my make-up.
“There, now you’re my masterpiece. Beautiful.” he stood in front of me and smiled at the work he had done. Somehow he’d brought out my eyes even more than my complexion had already done.
“Now we can go show your brother the beautiful work I’ve done.” He kissed my hand. “Now we know how to turn rags into silk.”
I narrowed my eyes for a second. What did that mean, exactly? I didn’t have much time to think about it before I was dragged out of that room and into the entrance area. Where the thrones and the stairways were. I was in awe. Quite a beautiful way to start of a home.
“Jacob, Jacob. Jacob, look at what I’ve done to your sister!!” Lance pushed me forward. I stumbled a bit and caught myself right in front of Davie. As soon as I looked up, his jaw dropped.
“So I guess this is how you turn a shape shifter girl into a real princess.” he smiled at me. So he didn’t like me before? I shook my head rapidly, shaking away that thought. He was a vampire. I didn’t like him. I couldn’t like him. We were nothing alike.
“Nicely done, Lance…now maybe I can get her decently married off to someone out here.”
“A commoner, you mean?” Davie asked. He sounded slightly hopeful. Jake stared at him and laughed.
“First of all, it doesn’t always work that way-” he started to say. I interrupted him with a question.
“But what if the prince or princess happens to find love with that…as you say, commoner?”
Jake shrugged. “I don’t know, but I’ll try to prevent that from happening. After all, you’d need someone of your own kind to marry. Unless, that is, you want a half-bred child. Contaminated.” he grimaced.
I never knew Jake to be so stuck up. But I guess that’s what royalty does to people. It was then I vowed never to be tempted by money, or nicer things. I didn’t want to turn out that way.
“Ah, but that is the job of a princess.” Jake said, reading my thoughts.
No it isn’t you stuck up lunatic. The job of the princess is to care about her people.
Oh please Synyra. Just put on the act.
Are you kidding me? NO.
“I need a walk. I muttered to myself as I stormed out the door. I wasn’t sure where I was going, but I knew it was away from here. I didn’t want to be a princess. I didn’t want all the fancy gowns and expensive jewelry. I didn’t want guys chasing me and to be groomed by a homosexual servant every day I just wanted to be me. But no one would listen to me, now would they? All they wanted was a perfect little china doll they could put on display for all the citizens to look at. And for all the guys to want me. But I didn’t want any of the guys. No one of the expensive type. No shape shifters. I felt like I was done with my kind altogether. I felt betrayed.
Lightning flashes lit up the sky as I stormed away. Into the woods. It would rain soon, ruining Lance’s little masterpiece. That’s all I was, wasn’t it? His canvas….
I heard something rustling in the bushes. An animal? No, I would recognize the scent. So then what was it? A part of me wanted to sneak closer and investigate, while the more intelligent part of me wanted me to try to find my way back to the castle. But the idiotic part of me won out and I investigated.
Turned out it wasn’t an animal. I really didn’t know what I was. I didn’t get a very good look at it before I was struck. Right between the eyes with a large rock. Enough to render me unconscious.
