the Crown of Edom {Solangelo Prince AU}

2. People Are So Sensitive

Nico attempts to stifle a yawn as the unbearable august heat beams down on the three siblings. Bianca wears one of her newer dresses, a long, yet simple, lilac with a pinched waist. Hazel stands in the middle of her brother and sister, proudly smiling. Nico had accidentally stayed up the entire night reading, and Bianca had been puking her guts out at the very thought of becoming queen.

          "Can he hurry up and arrive already?" Nico scoffs. Furthermore, 

 "Must you complain about every small thing?" Hazel utters through gritting teeth.

          "If Prince Castellan can show up 2 days earlier than all of the other princes, than this guy should be able to show up a few minutes earlier. Is it not a part of etiquette to be punctual?"

          "He still has two minutes," Hazel states. Just then, over the hill, a carriage pulls itself over. Her lips stretch tightly together. "There he is."

          Bianca gulps and turns to her siblings. "I'm nerved. The masquerade is tomorrow."

          "You do not have to decide tomorrow, must I remind you," Hazel informs her. "You simply have to choose a group of 50 suitors who will stay over the span of a few weeks."

          "A bunch of horny dudes in one space," Nico rolls his eyes. "Hooray."

          Hazel slaps the back of his head, a forced smile still plastered across her face, as the carriage pulls in front of them. The chauffeur jumps from his platform and to the dirt, strutting over to the handle of the carriage. The door opens and the chauffer bows, offering a hand.

          A man in all black steps out, slipping his hand into the helper's. His head is bowed, his black top hiding his face. Nico's eyes travel from his leather shoes. Then upwards. The man brushes his pants and raises his head. For a split second, his blue eyes catch Nico's, sending an electric shiver down his spine.

          He takes off his hat, combed, blonde locks fall out, his hair slightly long past his ears. Nico's breath catches as the man approaches them. "Your royal highness, Princess Bianca of Edom," he lowers his head, tucking his hat behind his back and kissing her hand. Then, he proceeds to do the same to Hazel. When he makes it Nico, he offers a firm handshake.

          "Your royal highness, Prince Nico of Edom," he greets.

          Nico, slightly disappointed, accepts the handshake. "So, no kiss for my hand?"

          Hazel kicks him in the shin. "My apologies. My brother can be...quite..."

          "Yesterday, I was described as a blasphemous, nihilistic and impious nuisance," Nico smirks. "Oh, and a disappointment to my deceased parents."

          Hazel eyes him, and turns back to the guy, who appears unamused by Nico's attempt to tick him off.

          I am so going to crack this guy, Nico promises to himself.

          "I am Will Solace," he bows again. "The instructor and former apprentice to Mr. Lester Papadopoulos." He raises his head, his jawline cut sharp, and his skin surprisingly tan. Although angels in the biblical sense were unimaginable, terrifying creatures, this man looked as though he was crafted by a sculptor with a glow radiating off his skin. As if Angels were beautiful.

          Hazel and Bianca curtsey. Nico offers a weak bow, just to avoid another concussion-inducing swat from his sister. Will simply keeps a stone face, unfazed by the prince who was trying his best to rile him up.