New story, I keep getting side tracked! Dx i apologize! xD
"The prince is giving a ball!" The royal messenger shouts in the streets, passing by bakerys, winerys, pastry shops, and other markets, gathering items and tucking a large list under his pudgy arm. He smiles and passes out invitations and good greetings to the townspeople rushing around me. I think stubbornly,
I'd never go to the ball! wearing a dress? please! I had never been a big fan of ball gowns, makeup or jewelry. Even my long hair, that reached down to my waist had bothered me, but stepmother never let me cut it, knowing how it pestered me so. She made sure my life was miserable, that woman. Her and her two daughters. I clicked my tongue, taking a small step off of the curb, not seeing the woman and her children buzzing by, trying to get a better ear for the large announcement of the prince. Knocking me off of my feet, I dropped the large bags I held in my hand, the boxes of dresses, shoes, jewelry to the dirty pavement. My knee stung, a trickle of blood rolling down my tan leg. I breathed through my teeth, trying to pick up the dropped objects.
"Are you ok, sir?" a deep voice asked from behind me. I nodded, struggling to get some rings that rolled into the streets. I sighed and stood up, plucking each dimond ring from the gravel.
"I'm fine, just a little cut up, is all." I say, lowering my voice from its natural high stance. I was slightly taken aback from the 'sir' but quickly remembered my attire, my pants, puffy shirt and long hair put up in a messenger hat. Of course he would think I was a boy. I mentally slap myself for being so dumb.
"Thank you, sir." I say, standing up as he hands me three large bags. I balance everything as I had before and begin to walk away. But before I can, the man stops me again.
"Um excuse me, young lad, might I ask you a question?" The man is tall, tan, with dark hair and slanted eyes. He gives off an air of kindess, so I stay, nodding my head to hear his question.
"Well, what do you think about this ball? Has the prince gone too far to find love?" I want to throw up at the mere thought of the ball, backing away from the man. His face hold concern as he puts his hands infront of him
"Oh, please, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to drown you in my questions." He seems sad, like hes hididng something. I step closer to him.
"I think the ball is abit over done." I declarely simply. He nods, and pats my shoulder.
"Thank you, lad." He gives it a firm squeeze and begins to walk away. I head my own way, looking for stepmother.
"Oh, lad!" The mans voice calls again over the buzz of excited people. I turn around and nod again. He steps closer.
"I never caught your name. Mine is Paolo." I gulp past the large lump that resides in my throat. I had to think of a name? I never thought anyone would actually take me for a boy. My face was too girly. I scramble my brain for a name, then it hits me like a ton of bricks.
"John. My name is John." my fathers name.
"Nice to talk to you, John." I nod again, and speed walk down to centre village, looking for stepmother.