'Ello Readers!
Here I am again uploading another chapter to my story.
Hope you all enjoy it! This chapter's introducing one of the princes~
Review please~ I love getting feed-back from readers!
I used a similar story-line to Be My Princess in this chapter, so maybe you guys can guess who our man of the hour is. *^_^*
Disclaimer: BE MY PRINCESS DOESN'T BELONG TO ME, ONLY MY OC IN THIS STORY! VOLTAGE INC. HAS ALL RIGHTS TO BE MY PRINCESS!
Enjoy!
A girl was sniffling in the middle of a grass field, holding her knees to her chest.
"Hey why are you crying?" asked a voice. The girl looked up to see to purple eyes staring at her. The eyes belonged to a boy.
"N-No r-reason." She said while wiping her tears away. The older boy looked at her funny, "So, you're crying for no reason. That's ridiculous, you have to be crying for a reason."
The boys harsh words made the girl start sniffling again.
"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you cry again." The boy said now talking gentler with the girl.
The boy sat down next to the girl, looking at her swollen face he could tell she was crying for a long time.
"I-I got l-lost and I don't like being a-alone."
"Well you're not alone now, I'm here aren't I?"
The girl looked at him noticing his abnormal features and smiled a little. "I-I like your hair." She said after a moment of silence.
"Purples my favorite color, it's the color of my favorite flowers." The girls face broke into a full smile.
The boy blushed a little, "Thanks." The girl then sat up straight and said, "I'm Cassie, what's your name?"
The boy glanced at her and said, "Joshua."
"I like that name. It's pretty." Said the girl. The boy scoffed, "The name Joshua can't be pretty it's a boy's name."
The girl pouted, "Then I'll call you Joshy. That's prettier." The boy then glared at the girl. "I don't like that nickname."
"Well to bad, since we're friends now I get to call you whatever I want."
The boys eyes widened, "We're friends?"
"Yep, unless you don't wanna be." The girl said while casting her eyes downward.
"N-No I'll be your f-friend." Said the boy. The girl smiled, "Can we be best friends?"
*BEEP*
"Yeah, sure."
*BEEP*
"I'm so glad now I'll..."
*BEEP*
I slammed my alarm clock, shutting off the dreadful noise. I sat up in bed and rubbed my eyes. 'Why did that dream seem so familiar?'
I look at the time and see its eight o'clock. 'Geez, I could've slept another hour.'
I dragged myself out of bed and popped some bread into the toaster. As I waited for the bread to cook I twiddled the card Mike gave me yesterday between my fingers.
'Should I even call? What if he's a pedophile and Zain's his slave?! No, calm down. You could've seen if something was up with Mike.' I told myself.
If always had a knack for telling if a person was dangerous or not. I could always see it in their eyes.
*POP*
The freshly cooked toast popped out of the toaster, signaling that it was done.
After my breakfast I headed for the bathroom and fixed myself up for the day.
I threw on a light-blue sundress that flowed down just above my knees and I let my long brown hair flow freely as I put on my blue flats.
I grabbed a blue floppy hat and placed it on my head as I looked into my mirror.
'Almost forgot my necklace!' I thought as I went and grabbed it from my jewelry box.
I decided to take a stroll before I had tea with Mike this afternoon. 'There are a lot people out today.' I thought as I looked over at a newsstand surrounded with people.
"It says there is a ball at Nobel Michel!"
"No way! I bet all the celebrities will be going!" "Maybe even the princes!"
A group of girls around my age began to squeal with the thought of the princes. They began to fangirl over the spread in the magazine about the princes as well.
I sighed, 'Can't they talk about something other than the princes in those magazines.'
I've never been interested in the princes, it's not like I think they're unattractive. We all know they extremely are. It's just celebrities aren't my peak of interest.
I continued walking down the paved sidewalk until I reach a flower shop.
The scent of the flowers reach my nose and I let out a audible sigh.
"They're truly beautiful." I whispered for only I to hear.
"Yes, much like yourself."
I turn to look at the direction of the deep masculine voice. The voice belonged to a man with silver hair and violet eyes. He was clad in strange clothes that looked to formal to wear out in the streets of Charles.
'I've seen him before but where?'
"It must be my lucky day to see a beautiful flower fairy such as yourself."
I slipped out of my trance by his compliment and my face became a shade of light pink.
"T-Thank you."
The man smiled, "You needn't thank me, the flowers themselves were admiring your beauty as well."
"You can speak to flowers?"
The man reached out and stroked my cheek.
"Oh how I wish I could converse with these flowery beings but why would I, when the most enchanting flower is right here."
My heart fluttered in my chest. Such words have never been spoken to me before and it made a strange feeling occur in me.
'Stop it! Don't fall for a guy you just met!' I thought.
I was about to take a step away when a black limousine pulled up beside us.
"Your highness! Please don't wander about the streets!" Said a young looking man peeking out of the window. He looked innocent yet very handsome.
"Ah yes, I apologize Louis."
The man then turned to address me, "It was a pleasure meeting you my flower. I hope we meet again."
He grabbed my hand and gave the back of it a light kiss. I pulled it back abruptly and held it close to my chest.
My face turned a light pink color once again.
The silver-haired man then climbed into the limousine and it sped off down the street.
I stood there for a few minutes, trying to calm down my beating heart.
Once I gained control of my emotions, I had only one thought.
'What the hell was that?!'
