Chapter Two Babes! Now without any further ado… On with the shoe, I mean on with the snow, I mean SHOW! On with the SHOW!
Chapter 2
xoxoxo Keena's POV xoxoxo
She looked around the dank dungeon where she would be staying at the top of the gray tower. The windowless walls were cold and wet, with a small brown desk in one corner sat the only candle that was slowly starting to melt into nothing. She sat on the brown chair that accompanied it looking at the pile of straw that she assumed was where she would be sleeping. She heard the door opening at the bottom of the tower and she rearranged her shimmering sapphire skirt that matched her eyes perfectly so it didn't rumple as she sat on the hay. She Pulled up the hood to her black fur lined cloak. Her eyes lingered on the Tara Brooch that fastened it and longed for her home. The door to her cell was opened and interrupted her thoughts.
She looked up at the boy in the doorway. He was tall and handsome with sandy blonde hair and chocolate pudding brown eyes that were speckled with gold. His eyes were rimmed with thick, long dark brown eyelashes. Muscular too, must be about sixteen she guessed. He was wearing leather breeches and a white shirt that was quality made. The top two buttons were undone. Very hot, very hot indeed.
He spoke, his voice husky was smooth, "I'm Spencer, I am to look after you. My father is the keeper here."
xoxoxo Spencer's POV xoxoxo
As he entered the room he saw a girl wrapped in a gold trimmed black cape sitting on a pile of hay. Her bed he thought. He couldn't see her face, just her shivering outline and her black riding boots on her feet.
He spoke to get her attention, " I'm Spencer, and I am to look after you. My father is the keeper here."
It was then that she rose, her hood falling away from her face in the same graceful movement. Her face was as fair as porcelain with red lips and a small nose (but not too small mind you.) Her eyes were like sapphires that shone beneath long black eyelashes. Her body was slim and curvy. The only way I was to tell she was Irish was her hair. She had deep auburn red ringlets that cascaded down her back. She had face-framing bangs that covered her matching red eyebrows. Her dress was made of sapphire colored fabric that matched her eyes perfectly, it was adorned with diamonds and white pearls at the waist and at the swooping neckline. She looked to be about fifteen. Once she stood I could tell that she was staring at me just as intently. Wow, she was gorgeous…
She spoke next, her voice like the trickle of a stream or the song of a harp. "Hello Spencer. I am Keena the Princess of Ireland."
He was taken back. The princess? He was to watch over the princess? What was the princess doing in the small town of Torrid?
"Well Princess, I am here to give you your blankets. I will also bring you your meals and tend to your needs, or so my father says."
She smiled at him. Who needed a candle with a smile like that? It lit up the whole dank cell.
"Please Spencer, call me Keena. I don't think there is a need for such formalities."
She walked over to me and reached for the blankets. As she took them her hand brushed mine sending an electric like shock through my body. She must have felt it to for she said, "If one of my needs was company, would you give it to me."
I was trying to decipher the meaning of what she had said but responded, " Keena I would be happy to keep you company."
With that I said I would see her at lunchtime in an hour. I made my way back down the stairs of the tower on cloud nine. The electric shock still coursing through my body. This might be better than I thought.
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