First try at a saver fanfic...not as popular, but whatever!
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Sharis opened the bottle of perfume the maid had given her an hour earlier and sniffed. A look of pure horror covered the blonde's face and she shrieked, covering her nose and holding the bottle away from her face.
"EW! Lena, come smell this!"
Lena glanced at the younger girl, then at the jade green liquid in the perfume bottle. Her expression was careless when she turned back to the sword she was cleaning, deciding she didn't have time for fun and games.
"I'd rather not..."
Sharis glared at the raven haired girl and rolled her eyes.
"Fine, be a sourpuss!"
Turning towards the opening in the room, Sharis threw the bottle out of the window. She was just about to turn away when she heard a loud shatter and a scream. The two women froze.
"WHO DID THAT!?"
Sharis clasped her hands to her mouth and forced herself not to go look out the window, instead she turned towards Ley, giggling. 'Its Sean,' she mouthed, amusement written all over her face, though her cheeks were pink.
Lena rolled her eyes and turned back to her sword.
'Why do I feel like I'm forgetting something...'
Lucien stared at the wall, annoyance in his eyes.
Where the heck was that woman?
He had asked her last night, after the drunken fight in the tavern between her and some thug, to meet her at his room at midnight. She had given him an odd look, but said she'd come after dinner.
It was now 15 minutes past midnight.
Growling in frustration, Lucien ran a hand through his black hair and marched out of his room, walking towards the dining hall. But luck didn't seem to be on his side that night, as Michael emerged from the corner just as the double doors came in sight.
The silver haired playboy smirked at the king and turned towards the dining hall. Lucien watched silently.
"My king, what brings you here in the middle of the night? Surely your not hungry?" Michael asked softly, his mischievous smile soft against his pale skin. Lucien rolled his eyes at Michaels inquiry and leaned against the plain dark walls, almost disappearing from sight. All Michael could make out was his shadow and his brown eyes, which were lidded with annoyance.
"Not in the least,"
Michael's smile turned into a frown. He had been hoping to make a joke that would make Lucien even more annoyed but he'd ruined it. Sighing, Michael turned to face the broad shouldered man. A now expressionless look passing over his delicate features.
"Then what troubles you enough that you'd come here of all places near midnight?"
Lucien scowled.
"None of your business."
"No need to shout."
"I wasn't shouting."
Michael sighed and turned away from lucien. He had to admit he had taking a liking to annoying the king every since he realized he might try to propose to Lena. After all, she had decided to stay once and for all, and she was royalty.
Even if she did want to have a low profile, she was a princess now. There was nothing holding Lucien back anymore. And the thought of the two kissing, touching each other, made Michael's blood boil. But for some reason the need to annoy the king had passed, and Michael's expression slowly turned serious.
"Sire?" Michael asked quietly, so soft that Lucien almost didn't hear him.
Lucien almost laughed. Michael hadnt called him sire since the first time they'd met. Of course, the only reason they had even caught sight of each other was because of Lena. Lucien's frown deepened at the thought of her. Did she even remember to come? She did have a habit of forgetting things like this.
Lucien almost groaned until he saw Michael's eyes darken at the recurring silence from him. Obviously annoyed he had not answered yet.
Frowning, Lucien folded his arms and made eye contact with the man. The hall was silent for a moment, and all there was was darkness making both of the mens stoic features almost frightening. Finally, Lucien spoke, his eyes chillingly cold.
"What is it Sir Michael."
"Tell me sire," Michael replied, not wasting any time. But his next words shocked Lucien and almost instantly wonder what exactly the silver haired man thought about him to ask such a question.
"How long have you loved her."
Lucien didn't have to ask who he meant, because he already knew.
