Not a Knight in Shining Armor, Just a Marquess' Daughter [CURRENTLY EDITING]

3: A Belle in the Garden

Tresses tinted with a shimmering white, glistened when directed into the sunlight; eyes of gold, beamed a more flaring color than a rainbow; and a skin so radiantly fair, even Snow White can't compare.

A figure that shaped into a healthy 5-year old ran through the meadow of flowers, as she then jumps laughing loudly, landing on the lush green field.

Her petite hand reached towards the beautiful cerulean sky, her eyes gazed lovingly at the color; giggling furiously as reminisced the cold glare of the man she fell in love with at first sight.

His bewitching golden locks resembled straws that were magically spun by Rumpelstiltskin; orbs that mirrored how a crystalline ocean appearing on a bright sunny day; a taunting smirk that runs a shiver down your very core.

The young child gushed rowdily, inhaling the buds blooming into spring. Her cheeks ached, a grin that resembled a hopeless romantic; as she romanticize the events, her fantasy was cut short by a call from a boy, who's older than her for 3 years.

"Belle!"

Maybelle sourly scowled at the approaching figure of her older brother; she laid lifelessly on the ground, slowly closing her eyelids and waited for him to come over.

"May? Bellie? Maybelle-"

"I'm alive, just let me rest in peace, Kiel"

Ijekiel beamed as he sat next to Maybelle's resting frame; on instinct, his hands reached towards the head of his sister, fingers raking through the ivory locks. Eyeing his sister with tender eyes, his lips tugged upwards, enjoying the serenity of the moment.

Minutes passed, the two fell asleep together, side by side. Hands clasped together, foreheads touching, embracing each other for warmth.

The events lasted shortly when Ijekiel opened his eyes, groggily staring at his little sister's face, he unclasped his hand from her grip, sitting up and stretching his sore muscles.

"Bella?"

Unraveling itself, orbs of aurum stared at a mirroring pair. The two invoke a small smile, as they chuckled with glee.

Reaching out her slender limbs, Maybelle sweetly said to her brother,

"Carry me, big brother"

Ijekiel did as he was told, bending down to carry his lovely sister, meanwhile mentally swearing to himself that he should avoid spoiling her any further or she might end up like the villainess in his sister's stories.

Walking, Ijekiel noticed the unusual smile on Maybelle; deciding whether he should ask or tease her about it. He chose the former.

"You seem quite happy, did anything happen while you went to the palace with father?"

Flustered, Maybelle cutely peered at her brother, sporting such an adorable blushing look; Ijekiel couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

"Big brother"

It didn't sit right for Ijekiel, he stiffened noticing the abnormal pink color brushing his sister's chubby cheeks.

'Is she?'

Shaking the thoughts away, Ijekiel continued smiling brightly at his sister; yet in his head, he's having a mental breakdown.

"What is it, Bella?"

With just one phrase, or sentence?

Ijekiel completely lost all color in his face, his soul completely disperse into another world; his usual smile, settled into a look of horror.