My King Sebastian

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My King Sebastian

It's Mr. Marcelo. I never knew he had such a sexy name. Oh yeah omh he is the king. So that's why he had that damn smug look. Why the hell didn't anyone tell me? I look around and everyone is kneeling but me. I refuse to do it. I compose my shock and stand there as if I were meeting any regular person.

"Kneel before the king." A guard says to me. I give him a blank stare before I say.

"I kneel to no one especially Mr. Killjoy."

"My king should we send her to the dungeons." He shakes his head.

"Forget about her, she is just being an old prune." Did he just insult me? I think he just did. Yes I am finally getting through to him. I start laughing. "What is so funny?" I am laughing too hard so I lift my hand and make a gesture for them to give me one minute. After finally calming down I speak.

"I'm finally getting through to you. So you do have a sense of humor. So you aren't that much of a killjoy. My King Sebastian." His face turns red. I wonder what I said to make him blush. Omh I said that last part with that annoying accent of mine. It makes almost everything I say sexual. And just my luck everyone seems to think so too and they saw him turn red a great. Now they are assuming I'm doing something with him. You know what I don't care.

"Everyone in now." Mr. Marcelo orders. I don't move an inch. "What the hell was that? Do you know what you just did? They are going to think there is something between us. Next thing you know they'll think I'm going to be asking for your hand in marriage." I watch him drop to his knee. "Elisa Fuertes. You are the love of my life. Will you marry me?" What is he doing? I think he is role-playing. What the heck lets join him.

"Yes, Yes I do. Oh God I do." I say with fake enthusiasm.  He stands up. He has something up his sleeve but he could bug me anytime. He never seems to have fun anyways. So I want him to act like himself around me something I think he rarely gets to do.

"You see that. Remember that because that is the only time you'll see a man go on his knees for you." My mouth falls wide open.  That was a good one. I start giggling.

"That was a good one. If you keep that up you'll have me cursing your name in anger not many people get to see that or the violent side of me." That makes him start laughing too. He has a nice laugh. "You know you need to have to fun once in a while and if making me angry is fun to you then go right ahead but I will do the same." I smile at him and he smiles at me. "Now I think Elisa owe the king an apology and a hug. I'm sorry about the 'My King thing' it that damn Spanish accent of mine. It has really gotten me into lots of trouble." I open my arms around his neck and he wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me closer.

Rachelle P.O.V

I am very worried for that poor girl. Maybe I shouldn't there is obviously something going on between him. The way she said her name and the fact that blushed was all the proof I should need. I still am worried about that girl yes she seem to be able to protect herself but. Who am I kidding I want to know what is going on between them. I make my way outside and find a place where I can both hear and see them. I find it quickly.

"...Your hand in marriage." I watch as a smile creeps upon my child's face and then I see him drop to one knee.  "Elisa Fuertes. You are the love of my life. Will you marry me?" Oh my. I can't believe this my son who has said that he had no intention to marry just proposed to this beautiful girl. I hope she doesn't reject him or she'll find herself with none of that beautiful straight black hair of hers.

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