"Something About Your Eyes"

Part 2

I was walking out from the castle heading to meet someone. I was wearing a maroon Strapless A- line dress type. Only the front dress length until my knees whilst the back side of the dress was right above my ankles. It was a gorgeous dress as it shows a perfect cut of my body. The dress was paired with a five inches, maroon high heels. I was perfectly dress like a princess and i was on my way to the royal garden. I can smell the lavender scent as i walk through the garden. Lavender is my favourite scent as it was purple and also gave that nice scent. I saw a man sitting at the bench under the tree and slowly walk behind him, trying my best not to make sound. I was planning on suprising him. I clossed his eyes with my hands.

"Guess who's this?"

I said, trying to sound like an old man but failed as i coughed. He giggled at my old man's voice as he pulled my hands away from his eyes and face me. I joined him giggling. He stood up from his seat and walk closer to me. He then gave me a bow, greeting me like a gentleman.

"My lady."

"My prince."

I curtsy in return as i giggled with him.

"Care for a dance my lady?"

"Yes, absolutely my prince."

I jumped in excitement and walk in his arms merrily as i giggled. Slowly he place his left hand on my waist as his right attached with my left hand and my right was on his shoulder. Our feet move in the rythm perfectly, staring into each others eyes but never missed to giggled in between. He spun me and the dance ends perfectly well as he spun me back to him.

"Should i call you my princess now?"

"Hmm.. I prefer Queen better."

"Queen Charlotte"

"Prince Anthony King"

We've both smile as we stares into each others eyes meaningfully.

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I opened my eyes and was laying down on the bed and not dancing with my prince charming. Dancing with a charming prince is so much better than being stuck on the bed for days. I touched my head and was still hot. I've been having high fever the week before. It was beginning of the orientation week and i was hoping i got better soon enough but i was still hot. Even just one day joining orientation would be splended enough than being not be able to join the whole week of orientation i thought.

I sigh at my condition. Still, with my soft, cozy blanket on me, I looked at the clock on my bedroom wall. It was seven in the morning, Dad must have already gone to school. I stood up from my bed, wrapped myself with my soft,cozy blanket like a hoodie and went down stairs. I walk down the stairs slowly as i can still feel my head spinning. I rested on the half way stairs for a minute or two then continued my journey down to the kitchen where Mom is.

"Why did you walk all the way down here? I was about to go up to your room with your breakfast."

"No worries Mom, I'm just sick of laying in my room for the past few days."

"Well, getting better now?"

"Maybe? A little, i guess"

Mom came to me with my breakfast as she place her hand on my forehead, checking my temperature.

"Eat your breakfast then drink your medicine okay?"

"Yes Mom."

"Why did you bring your blanket with you?"

"It's so soft Mom. And it's cozy too. I can't just leave it alone up stairs, I must bring it everywhere i go. It needs me and i need it too. It'll miss me so much if i leave it for one second. It's protecting me from the ice queen, to make sure i recover soon. Did i mention, it's cozy?"