"Ugh, I'm getting a headache…"Holly groaned. Headaches sucked, Holly decided as she nursed her cheek and kept trudging inside especially when the headache was spurred on by a slap she swore had made her teeth rattle. She spit out a glob of blood onto the open space by one of the royal house's flower gardens and frowned, carefully using her tongue to check and make sure the slap hadn't actually knocked any of her teeth loose which would suck. She was miserable. Today she was pretty much alone, which wouldn't be such a bad thing except for the fact that she had a headache and today the royal families had paired up all of the royal children into pairs to try and see if they were compatible for the future.
Her brothers had been paired right away, Jay with this incredible Vyliean genius who's attention span seemed to be shorter than a fingernail, and Leon with Holly's best friend and nature magic wielder Cynthia from Vandala. Which she was pleased about, Cynthia and Leon had been seeing each other anyway in secret so being able to be out in the open made both of them more relaxed.
Now if only Diana could calm down and not slap anyone else because she was angry that she could pair with two guys since her sister Ivory had completely disappeared the moment anyone said anything about royal pairs. Holly herself, however, was the odd one out, with no one else to be paired up with. Which was rather depressing in her opinion. Holly pulled open the door to her bedroom and groaned, "go to Leon's room," she grumbled thickly through her swelling cheek to her best friend and brother who she could see chasing each other around the large room, Cynthia trying to snatch her t-shirt back from him, her face a flaming magenta.
"Give me that!" Cynthia complained and jumped for the shirt, trying to reach it and take it from the tall blonde, "I need it, Leon!"
Leon kept holding it up into the air and grinned at her, "nope, I like the way you are right now."
Cynthia narrowed her eyes at him and jumped for it again, the nonroyal girl was wearing typical agriculture style Vandalan clothing, overalls, dirtied running shoes, tank top beneath a t-shirt, and ankle socks. But she had her own flare, Cynthia's flare was a strapless tank top beneath her light blue t-shirt, the straps for her overalls were usually tied around her waist, and she wore sandals instead of running shoes. "Pervert," she mumbled under her breath and reached for the shirt again, "give it here!"
Holly looked blankly at them both, good grief she could not wait for them both to hit twenty and leave her be. She loved them both dearly but they were both very impulsive and Cynthia was decently known for acting without thinking at all in the heat of the moment. Nor was Leon all innocent minded either. She sighed and continued to massage her cheek as she moved around them to go toward her bed.
Leon just watched Cynthia, his amber eyes highly amused and clearly, the blonde was happy with the situation.
"Leon!" Cynthia whined, "quit being a pain in the roots and give me my shirt!"
Leon shook his head and lifted his nose a little, being teasingly cocky, "never oh poor farmer!"
Cynthia rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest, "this said poor farmer makes sure your country has food every day-"She was cut off by something smacking her rather hard in the back of the head. "Ow!"
"Borrow one of t-shirt's then," Holly shrugged to Cynthia as she sat down on her bed and relaxed slightly, "and Leon stop being a pain in the butt will you? I'm sure Ivory would have a field day if she knew where you mind is."
Leon paled slightly and his arm dipped just enough for Cynthia to grab the shirt and jam it over her head, her face even redder if possible.
"Thanks," Cynthia smiled at her best friend before she abruptly looked like she had remembered something, "oh yeah! I completely forgot earlier but Brad told us that there's a guy for you to be paired with for the week."
Holly blinked, "seriously?"
Cynthia smiled and nodded, "yeah, he's not royal persay, he's like me, essentially the essence of his country."
Holly nodded slowly and stood up before glancing at a mirror and grimacing at her cheek. "How exactly does she hit that hard?"
"Who? Ivory?" Cynthia asked as she perched on a coffee table, her blue eyes looking over the bruising developing on Holly's cheek.
"Her sister," Holly snorted, "Diana slapped me."
"Ah, well I don't see anything wrong with it," Cynthia shrugged then added with a cheeky smirk, "except for the swelling anyway." She turned serious, "how hard did she hit you?"
"You don't want to know," Holly sighed miserably, "you do not want to know."