The Crown Prince Thinks I'm a Guy

Coincidence or Fate?

'Human,' I thought, even as I lost my breath momentarily from the impact. 'Unnaturally strong, but definitely human.'

Then, we were rolling. Rolling down a garden might sound lovely, but it was far from that. The soil was a bit muddy from the past few days' worth of rain, and what little grassy cushion we rolled by stuck annoyingly on our now wet skin. The last straw was crashing hard onto a bush of roses. Despite the suddenly fragrant wisps of air, I could hardly find this lovely. And have I ever mentioned that roses have irritating and prickly thorns?

I screamed in anger, not even feeling the slightest bit pained. I thrusted both my arms towards my assailant's chest, and pushed him away from me before he could crush me further down the bushes. Finally free, I got up with a groan, and was surprised to see that I had used my full force when I had pushed against the barreling human. How did I know, you ask?

Well, you see, he was about a full 20 meters or so away from me, sprawled out on one of the beds of flowers.

'Oh dear God Solus, did I just kill someone?'

I started to despair. It hadn't even been a week since I've started my schooling here, and I might just already be sent to another institution: a prison.

Before I could start planning on how I could escape, (because I couldn't bury the body now... There were students already gathering at the windows of the castle, pointing and whispering at us!) I saw movement coming from the person.

"Alive!" I shouted aloud, and then began to run towards the body. Within a second, I was by his side. Sensing the signs of life coming from the boy, I knew I was safe. I could easily talk my way out of this if he blames me for his injuries. Yes, yes...

Sweet Alyssum. The bed of flowers we were sitting on was of my favorite kind. I sighed, growing annoyed again at the boy who had not only made my clothes look bad, but also destroyed my favorite flowers. Not even bothering to ask him any questions, I growled at him to "Get up."

Fortunately, he seemed to sense my irritation, because he stopped moving around like a turtle, and sat up stiffly like a person caught doing a crime in flagrante. He had his hood up so I couldn't see his expression that much, but I knew he was fine. In fact, based on the amount of notes wrapped around his surroundings, I knew he was more than fine. He was probably as hurt as I was during our little dance with mother nature.

I sighed yet again when he only stayed quiet. "Well?" I asked.

"... Well what?" he timidly asked back.

I groaned a scream, holding up my hands in frustration. "Well, what was that all about?? Why did you come out from the forest like a wild boar?!"

The boy had the audacity to mumble out, "To be perfectly honest, I was way faster than a mere boar."

"Want to know how fast I can throw you back where you came from?" I spat back.

He stayed quiet. Then, he coughed as he straightened himself up into a little kneel, while he sat himself back on his heels. He bowed his head, "Sorry."

"..."

"I said I'm sorry," he continued, and then he looked back up to stare at my face. "You have mud on your cheeks."

I wanted to just punch him back to Saule Kingdom.

Still fuming with anger, I flinched as he approached me with his hands held out. Sensing he had no malice in his actions, I allowed him. But then, I still didn't want whatever this was that he was about to do. "What're you doing?"

He shrugged, his robes shimmering in the daylight. "Getting the mud off."

His hands were soft, albeit a bit callused at the tips of the fingers. That made me think that he might not be a son of a noble, at least. Although, it was hard to find a commoner who could muster this kind of powerful magic. For a while, we sat there. Him brushing out the mud on my cheeks. Me just sitting there like a mild rabbit. Right on a bed of my favorite flowers.