Heather paced across her bedroom quarters. Her high heels clipped each time she took a step. She pulled off her crimson colored gloves that matched her crimson colored gown and threw them onto her king-sized bed. She placed a sweaty hand on her forehead and felt a piece of her black hair that had fallen out of the bun she had her hair styled in. She brushed it back and sighed.
She was a mess.
"Get ahold of yourself, Heather," she mumbled to herself. She was a queen. She couldn't be worrying about stuff like this when she had a kingdom to rule.
Just recently, a very handsome and flirtatious werewolf had approached her when she was in her throne room. He was in human form, obviously, since there was no full moon for another week or so. He introduced himself, and claimed that he had travelled here from the woods beyond. He told Heather that she was even more beautiful than the glowing moon in the whimsical night sky.
She clenched her fists and shook her head. The memory of his gorgeous brown skin and his buff body disappeared from her head. She was a vampire. He was a werewolf. They were forbidden to be together. That had been the rule her own mother had made. She would not disobey it now.
"Missing me already?" A smooth voice said from behind her.
Heather gasped and spun around.
There he sat. Perched up on her window sill, grinning at her with soft lips and a pair of dashing green eyes. His long brown hair was windblown, as if he sprinted at full speed to her.
"How did you get up here?" Heather spat out. Her gaze locked onto his bare chest. "And why don't you have a shirt?"
The man flicked the hair out of his face and stood up from the window sill. He strolled towards her and took her hand. He bowed down and placed a soft kiss on the top of her hand. Heather pulled away.
"I said, how did you get here?" She asked again through clenched teeth, "There are at least fifteen guards out there."
He shrugged. "I got passed them. I climbed up the tower into your bedroom."
Heather backed up and crossed her arms. "This is so inappropriate. I'm the queen, y'know! You are making a fool of yourself in front of the queen." She spun around and huffed.
"You have feelings for me."
She spun back around. "What!? That's insane," she seethed, "I'm a vampire, you're a werewolf. Get it through your head, wolfy! We can't be together and we never will! I will never break the law that my mother made!"
"But you already did," he grinned.
Heather's face turned cherry red. "I'm giving you five seconds before I call the guards."
He stood there, looking at her with his charming eyes. Surely he would leave.
5, 4, 3, 2, 1- Heather counted the numbers down in her head, but he still didn't leave.
"You haven't called the guards yet," he pointed out.
She let out a breath of frustration and closed her eyes. "Leave."
He took her hands. "You don't want me to stay for a few more minutes?"
She pushed him towards the window. "Leave!"
He grinned and threw his legs over the window sill. "Do you know my name?" He turned to her.
"What?" Heather raised an eyebrow.
"Do you know my name?" He asked again.
"Yes, I know your name, you introduced yourself yesterday!" She spat.
"Then say it."
"What?"
"Just say it," he smirked.
"Leave now, Alejandro, or I'll dig my canines straight into your neck and suck all the dirty blood out of your body," she growled.
Alejandro winked, and then jumped off the window sill, leaving a dazzled Heather in her room.
"Stupid werewolf…" Heather mumbled to herself.
She walked over to the window, shut it, and then locked it and placed the key on her dresser. She closed her red curtains and carefully took her crown off and placed it onto a soft red cushion. She pulled her hair out of the bun and let it dangle down her back. Alejandro was wrong. She didn't have feelings for him. So what if he was handsome and charming and dashing and strong and sexy and-
Heather groaned and wrapped her hair into a tight rope, then let it out. She unzipped her gown and slid it off her body. Then she flung off her high heels and collapsed onto her bed.
A queen is never messy. Her mother's words echoed through her head. She looked at her crumbled gown on the marbled floor and her high heels that were flung across the room.
"Screw being clean," she murmured, "I'm the queen, I can do what I want."
Heather looked back at the window sill, where Alejandro had been sitting. She remembered his beautiful, buff body and his silky brown hair, and his gorgeous green eyes smirking at her. She groaned again and slapped her hand onto her forehead.
I don't have feelings for him. I don't have feelings for him. Her own words rang over and over in her head.
But words couldn't convince her. Her heart had been shot by Cupid and his stupid arrows. She did have feelings for Alejandro. She was so freaking in love with him. But she would never, ever admit that to anyone. Not even Alejandro himself.