In Royal Heels

Achievement complete: analyzed

Since the meeting the king has been as silent as ever. It's lunch time, I have no appetite whatsoever. I know I already ate some good old spaghetti and meatballs before lunch so I'd naturally vomit at the sight of food but still... I feel gloomy.

I glanced at the king who also seems to have trouble with his food. The crown he is wearing is big, doesn't it cause him headache? His blonde hair reaches till his shoulders , which shows me he is an unique king. I mean, what king keeps his hair shoulder length?
"Don't worry about him, he is a bit fatigued," the queen said calmly as her blue eyes settled on mine. Great first I got caught checking the queen out now I got caught checking the king out. My dignity has reached its lowest point...

"You're really a sweet lady!" The king exclaimed "but you shouldn't act like that because of your position, my relationship with your parents are not so worrisome." I felt insulted.
"This has nothing to do with-" I said while tightening my grip on the poor spoon. "I'm just kidding with ya" he laughed "you're so fun to be teased around! You remind me so much of Martha.." He looked at the queen. "I apologize for the Kings behaviour," she said. As much as I wanted to explain how fine I am with this, I shouldn't blow my cover. "Hmph... Apology accepted" I replied while thinking of pouring acid on myself after all of this is over.
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On the way back to my room I was texting Emily... But something didn't seem right.
"Hows ur vacation? ;P" I texted.
"Great" she replied.
"Went anywere? :O"
"No"
"Any new stuf? ;)"
"Not really"
"Hows dis Mira gurl doin?"
"She goes to parties and stuff"
"Did u explain evrything to da pple? :("
"Yes"
"Yay :)"
She doesn't seem very enthusiastic really...
We bye'd and I put my phone in my pocket. I reached to the my room's door handle when suddenly I felt a hand on my mouth, another around my waist, and being dragged through the halls.

I couldn't scream cause of the strong hand pressed against my mouth. I swear at this rate this kidnapper is gonna crush my skull. I tried licking his/her/robots hand but I was the one who felt disgusted as the hand didn't flinch. I kicked around since I was actually was lifted up. But no use.
We reached a grand looking room and I prepared to kick the kidnapper's soul to afterlife as soon as I would be set free. I was thrown into a room, I stood up and gathered all the power in my right hand to throw it on the kidnappers face. But unexpectedly my hand was simply held by one hand.

I looked at the kidnappers face and it was... Mr. Iceberg? I knew there was something behind this plain face. He wants to rape me!!! I tried to remove my hands from his but it was no use. He looks damn fine but still, rape is rape.
I kept fighting back until I felt cool metal against the back of my head. "Don't move." A voice said. Is that...the chaperone?! And don't tell me she's holding a gun against my head!"

She commanded me to sit and I gladly obeyed. "Who are you?" She asked lowering her gun. "I-I'm Mira Porter...duh!" I replied with a failed attempt to hide the nervousness. It would've been fine if people like the cooking staff would know, BUT NOT THE FREAKING PRINCE.
"This response finalizes my judgement.." Mr. Icebergs voice echoes through my ears. Your judgement?!

"First if you are going to pretend to be Lady Mira, you should've been more accurate." He said. "I get the sassy manner of a spoilt rich girl you were trying to convey but don't forget she fawns over guys, she would thrust her chest upwards while playing with her hair when I'm looking." Keeping his plain old face he added "Don't forget the flirty gazes."

"Moving on with your failure with... The kitchen crew? He glanced at me as if to clarify that he knows all. "You smiled when my father mentioned how good the pancake is, and stressed on the idea that they weren't that good until you came here. That would mean you had relations with the kitchen ...somehow." Wow.
"Which brings me to the next point, but no worries its Lady Mira's fault this time," as he said this sentence I was not worried whatsoever about whose fault it is anymore.. "Her chaperone told me that she has allergies from strawberries, now in teen magazines strawberry is the best for every girl who takes care of herself. Admitting allergies from it would hurt her girl pride." I was so nervous at this part and his robotic voice wasn't soothing at all.

"I predicted your ignorance about her allergy was shown to the people who are aware of it most, the cooking crew." He finalized "I bet those are the only people you can act around normally. So you cook with them filling your stomach leading you to not eating much by meals, as I naive attempt to hide yourself from attention"
"Oh, and your foody smell helped me out the most in figuring all of this out." He added.

Even my smell!? Now I understand why Mira insisted on being cautious around him.... He may be silent and all, but he does analyze everything and anything. With brief glances at me through breakfast, the meeting and my ....smell? He figured it all out!
"Also Miss Mira snores while asleep, and you didn't." The chaperone added. As much as I wanted to laugh, but I can't help but feel I'm the one to be laughed at in this situation "also, she despises pink nail polishes now... Since its out of season."

I directly blurted out the truth in one breath. I was so scared. I finished and looked up to the chaperone's worried face and Mr. Iceberg....well.... Nothing new.
"I read all of that in a book once, except the main character was smarter..." Mr. Iceberg commented to insult me for the hundredth time today. His stern face gazing upon me, I felt my chance of survival shrinking by the second.
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The next thing I know I'm on the way to my room accompanied by a chaperone muttering about troubles teens are causing these days. Mr. Iceberg didn't do anything with the excuse of not having the authority since he is not the king. Plus he told me that he wouldn't tell the king since it would be nuisance. I call this bullshit cause even though his face was as expressionless as ever when he said those words, I could feel a hint of empathy.

Could he actually be that kind...?