His Little Heir

Friendly Faces

The west wing wound like a top, delerating her senses one by one. Her feet screamed to be released from their six inch prison. Daya had to give up. If she continued to attempt to bridge the gap between where she had been, and where she was going, she would fall deeper into her own bewilderment. Quill had already began to emerge in front of her, his light brown hair bouncing with every brisk step. Daya had to stop. She resolved herself with the fact that she would be getting very much acquainted with Faye Castle in the near future, regardless if she wanted to or not.
Quill thundered on, and eventually almost out of sight; Daya increased her pace.
     "Quill!" she opened her mouth to ask him to slow down, but the sensation of falling stole her words away. Daya hadn't fell in heels in years, but she knew; when one fell, one fell hard. The pain stung and tore it's way throughout her palms; her knees desolated from the impact. Two warm hands met her stinging ones.
     "P-princess Daya! I-I'm so so sorry! A-Are you hurt? Please forgive me, I-I've just been busy with last minute prep-preparations for your arrival. I'm so frazzled that I-I've forgotten you! Oh, King Leon, he'll- he'll, well I don't know what he'll do, b-but I'll never hear the end of it... Oh, Daya... P-Princess Daya-"
     "Woah, woah woah! Slow down! I-Is King Leon cruel to you?"
     "No, no, he's very very kind. He-He's just very um, particular! Yes, particular's the word, when it comes to you."
    "When it comes to me?"
    "Oh, I-I've said too much! Daya.. Princess Daya! He will explain everything in d-due time. P-Please, let me help you!"
     "Quill, wait."
     "Yes?"
    "Can I take my shoes off?"
     "Pardon?"
     "Can I take my shoes off, Quill?"
    "If you're asking if the floor is clean, princess, then I can most certainly tell you-"
    "Quill..."
     "Yes?"
     "My feet."
     "What about em'?
     "My shoes, Quill, my shoes!"
  His blue eyes traced the floor, falling on Daya's silver heels. His brow furrowed, then jumped in comprehension.
    "Oh! O-Of course! P-please, let me."
His fingers scanned the shoe, looking for some sort of fasten.
      "No, the other one. Yes. And now you've just tightened them. Quill-"
     "Daya, I- I've got this. King Leon would kill me if he found out that I-I made you fall and didn't help you."
     "Quill, give me the freaking shoe."
Daya pulled her feet inwards, and released them from the stilletoes. "And it's Princess Daya to you."
     "I-I'm sorry I-I didn't mean-"
     "Well, sorry doesn't cut it. I'm telling King Leon."
Quill's face dropped, his head hung; his features drooped at the weight of defeat.
     "Gotcha."
His face jerked upwards to reveal golden eyes alight with energy, which then spread to her velvet lips; the parting of which revealed a smile, the same one that would get him in trouble again and again. Quill's baby blues interlocked with the gold, and the energy spread.
     "Help me up now?" She extended her hand.
     "Oh, y-yeah. Of course."
His hands met hers again, and then Daya was on her feet. Quill bent down to retrieve the silver shoes, and held them in one hand, going on to test thier weight.
     "Good lord, w-what are these, javelins?"
Daya shrugged, "Something like that, great for long distance. You know, just in case you annoy me and try to run away."
     "Right.."
    "Quill?"
     "Yes, Princess?"
     "Just, just call me Daya, okay?"
He blinked twice, and paused to make sure he heard right.
     "O-okay, Prin- Daya! It's just Daya now. Daya, Daya, Daya."
     "Nice save." She rolled her eyes.
     "Okay, Miss Daya, this is your stop."
Quill led her inside a dressing room that glittered like the rest of Faye; setting Daya's heels on the floor.
     "I'll be back to show you to your room."
     And with that, Quill disappeared behind a shut door, and she was again without a friendly face.