Halo universe, not dead. So this story is NOT a fanfiction but I really love it and thought it was worth it to post on here. Anyways, if you don't mind reading an original, go on ahead.
"It will only be a year," they said. "You'll be fine," they said. Ha! Fine my foot. I'm sure most girls or mostly anybody would be jumping for joy if they got to spend a whole 365 days in the Palace with the Royal Family. But I am not most people.
I smooth out my dress one more time before dragging my body out of the car. It's a white skater skirt with light blue lace. Simple. Paired with my favorite black combat boots. Badass. I often thought these two traits went well together.
The place is breath-taking but I hold in a gasp. My mother and father walk up to greet the King and Queen. The ladies kissing each other's cheeks and the men exchanging hearty hugs. They were all old friends. My father practically grew up with the King before he became the King and my mother met the Queen shortly after my parents had gotten married.
I stood at a distance, awkwardly fidgeting with my hands. I lift my gaze to the young man beside the Royal couple. The Prince. Gag. True he's handsome. Striking jaw line, short dirty blonde hair and dark eyes-but even that couldn't hide his awful personality. I don't keep up with the tabloids but it seems every week there is a new story about him and some sort of scandal. "The Prince caught with the King of France's daughter…again!"
Suddenly, I am snapped out of my inner monologue at the mention of my name. "Ah, A-Ar," I can tell he is struggling with my name. Most people do.
"Arilena." I interject. His cheeks tinge the slightest bit of pink at his inability to pronounce my name.
"Yes. How wonderful it is to finally meet you. Your father talks of you endlessly." I smile at the compliment, though not a genuine one. He extends his hand to me and I shake it firmly.
Next the Queen walks up to me, giving me a soft hug before pulling back and smiling. "I'm so glad you will be staying with us." Her voice is a lot lighter than I would have expected. She isn't a fragile woman so her tone catches me off guard. I give another courteous smile.
Suddenly my bags appear, a servant I hadn't even noticed places them beside me. I thank him and he nods, gripping the luggage in his hands.
"Oh I can take that." I say to him, but the older man only shakes his head.
"Really. It's fine. Plus, I don't know if I can trust you with all my precious cargo." I tease. He laughs, finally giving in and placing the bags back on the ground next to me.
I look up to find the scandal king walking towards me as I fight the urge to grimace and gag. I raise my hand to shake his, but instead he takes mine in his and places a gentle kiss on the top. Ugh. This type of greeting hasn't been used since the middle ages. He looks up at me, trying to catch my eye, but I refuse. Instantly, an image from an old Disney Movie pops into my head. Tangled and he is Flynn Rider, trying out his new "smolder." I'm all for Disney but not in real life.
"Max." He states, almost proud, as if his name is the most beautiful and exotic of them all. More gags. I swear, the arrogance radiating off this kid is almost too much to handle for more than a five minutes.
"Charmed." I smile sweetly at him, only playing the part of the nice, well behaved daughter that we all know I'm not. I can almost feel the giggles vibrating off of our mothers at the spectacle. Can someone make me a special gag button? Every time I press it, it gags for me. That would be the most useful tool right now.
I bid my mother and father farewell, grabbing my luggage and following the Royalty up the palace steps and into some kind of grand hall.
The whole place is exquisite and so ridiculously ornate, my eyes can't help but gobble up every inch of it. There are rows of endless columns and arches, expertly crafted, accompanied by an unsurprising abundance of corridors.
If you turn down left, there is a huge parlor, I'm guessing it's just used for hanging out, reading, though I have never been in a parlor. To the right is a pair of huge double doors that swings open due to the bustling of workers, leading into a dining room. To the very north of the room is a stair case that even Cinderella couldn't walk down fast enough.
Suddenly, a loud ringing interrupts my daze. I jump a little, but everyone else seems to be perfectly accustomed to the sound. A grandfather clock, placed right outside the parlor is chiming 4 o'clock. Almost dinner.
"You'll get used to it." Max reassures me, though he doesn't have the best credibility.
The King clears his throat before speaking. "Max, why don't you show Arilena where she will be staying. Then meet me in my office-right after." He throws his son a pointed look and I laugh in my head. As if I would let him do anything to me.
Opinions? Constructive criticism? Also, first impressions. What do we think about Max? All player or hidden gem? And, of course Arilena. I should be updating regularly but we all know school just totally messes with our fanfic schedules. How dare they! Anyway, don't forget to review for the next chapter.