Mirielle stood outside with the villagers.
She watched as the king gets out of the carriage, looking, glancing at the others, smiling.
His blonde hair smoothed down, his Pearl white teeth, light brown eyes, his black clothing shine bright in the sunlight.
The king.
The king of paradell
The king the owns the land of many, rules to follow, no one can disobey or else.
"King, welcome!"
A villager around my age, going by the name of Luka says, he shakes the king's hand with gentelness, like he's made of glass.
The king glances around, ignoring Luka.
His eyes land on her.
"Mirielle!"
He comes to her, walking closer and closer till they were standing with only a few feet apart.
She froze
Confused on why the king is standing infront of her, a big smile on his face
"Yes king?" She ask, hesitantly.
The king grabs her hand and kisses the back. "What a pleasure to meet such a beautiful woman, Mirielle, such a nice name, who named you?" He ask
"My mother?"
Feeling uncomfortable, she yanks her hand away gently out of his grasp and takes two steps back.
Looking hurt, he laughs.
"Ah, well, you mother has great taste in names Mirielle, may u accompany me to a walk? Maybe we could go get some tea? Coffee? Which ever you prefer" he says, grabbing her hand and pulling her along with him.
She didn't agree to it.
Yanking her hand out of his grasp again, this time, not so gently and smiles at him.
"As much as I would like to... accompany you king, I have to help the children clean the horses" she says, slowly walking backwards.
He sighs and grabs her hand once more. "Now Mirielle, that's the first time I've been rejected, lots of other woman would die to walk with me"
"Looks like im not like other girls, I'm not willing to die for no one king, I'm not desperate enough to" Mirielle says, pulling her hand away, and walking towards the kids.
"Mirielle!"
Stoping in her tracks, she hears the king yell out her name.
"C'mon Mirielle, just this once, join me, walk with me, have a chat" he walks infront of her, lifting his hand to put a pice of her hair behind he ear.
Mirielle looks at the kids behind the king, her eyes showing how much as apologies.
Looking back at him, she puts on a smile and grabs his hand.
"Go as we shall, king"
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If there are any mistakes, grammar or not, inform me if you want, I'll fix it as soon as I can
(Cause I tend to overlook some of the mistakes)
It's spring break so I'll be updating more.
That's it, bye loves.
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