Just Call Her Syndre

Chapter 12 | A Simple Gesture, A Grand Gesture

The man before me was nothing short of handsome. His thick brown hair was long, touching the nape of his neck, but still curly and matched the thickness of the bread on his face. My eyes met his again, much like in the ballroom, and I nearly drowned in them. They were dark, almost black, and were watching me with more interest than I cared to examine.

I couldn't afford to have this man after me. Madame had given me a strict directive, and even if she hadn't, I was planning on escaping. So a romance was definitely out of the question, even if it did come hand-in-hand with the man in front of me.

"Hello?" He tried again, a nervous smile etched its way across his face.

"H-hi..." I murmured back. I ducked away from him, attempting to sidestep and go deeper into the garden. He stepped towards me, forcing me to take a step backwards. Angrily, I snapped my teeth together. "I have to go, sir. If you'll excuse me."

I tried to step around him again, but he stopped me. Still angry, I crossed my arms and began to tap my foot. Another smile crossed his face, more confident. He eyes flicked up and around me before settling back on mine. 

"You don't know who I am, do you?"

I knew that my mouth would get me into trouble one day. "No, should I, creep?"

A brief chuckle left him, "I've been called many things. However, 'creep' has not been one of them."

"Oh?" I questioned, tipping my head to the side, "would you prefer something else? How about... cocksucker... no, douche. Anyone ever call you a cuntasaurus rex, thundercunt, fuck face, or my personal favorite - Reese's Peanut Butter Cunt?"

"Uhhh..." His eyes doubled in size and a real laugh came from him. It was nice to hear, smooth and low like his voice. "You have no issue insulting those you have never met."

"Wow, you figured that out already? Look at you, with your teeth in your mouth and your elbow halfway up your arm."

"W-was.." A look of confusion pulled his eyebrows down, "was that another insult?"

Pained, I pressed my middle figure between my eyebrows and rubbed. "It must really hurt to be this dumb."

"Pardon me?"

"I said it must hurt to be this dumb." I moved, only to be blocked by his muscular form, again. "Why don't you move out of my way and go fuck yourself over there?"

"Not happening, especially now."

"Would you like another nickname, bitch ass?"

"Actually, since we are speaking about nicknames. I'll tell you the one everyone around me seems to use the most. Though, I can't say I haven't enjoyed your adaptations."

"I'm thinking twat-waffle suits you admirably."

"No, it isn't 'twat-waffle' or whatever that is. Most typically call me: Your Highness."

I stopped breathing. Shit, your highness. My breath left me in a rush, and I stumbled back a step while staring up at his face. He was clearly enjoying himself, a smile chased across his lips briefly, before disappearing and he laughed again.

"Not much to say now, sweetheart?"

All rational thought left me and I screamed at the top of my lungs. The man, now identified as one of the royal family, startled, his laugh cut short and he stepped away in fear. I tightened my hand, easily crumpling the stem of the champagne glass I held. It shattered and fell in tiny bits to the grassy earth.

"I am not your 'sweetheart'. Perhaps, had you introduced yourself instead of blocking my way I would have paid, your highness, some semblance of respect. However, you sir, would not let me pass and expected me to fall to your feet. But I will have you know that you have ruined your welcome when it comes to me sir and can have no further words to speak to me. So, I bid you goodnight."