Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh, that right belongs to Kazuki Takahashi. I do own the crazy idea that I am putting the character through.

He was livid. Yesterday he'd been formally introduced at court to his seer. Who had the gall to embarrass him? Not just once, but twice in quick succession. The first had been when his father, who the brat had addressed with the utmost respect, even bowing, asked her what she thought of him. Only to reply that he was a boy. Not a man. He was just one year sigh of it, but still, he was her prince. Her better. This had a few people at the court smiling and snickering openly.

The second had been when his father asked her why she thought he was a boy. Her answer was well beyond what a normal six years old should have been capable of giving. She had promptly replied to his father because he was late to arrive at the introduction meeting and still had mud on his sandals, which pointed out to his father and those at court where he had been when he shouldn't have been there — earning him a bit of a lecture after everyone was dismissed.

Now he was stalking through the palace corridors looking for the brat he owned. It was time someone put her in her damned place, and he was going to be the one to do it. Hearing the whispers of a few servants, he slowed down and listened. A cold smile was curling his lips as he changed direction. He was heading towards the enclosed garden that had been his mothers. It was one of his favorite spots. And while he was aware that his father had given his seer, Nenet had been permitted to go there for quiet, along with her still nameless daughter.

Another thing he found frustrating with the girl. She had openly stated that she had a name at the court. When prompted to tell everyone about it, she had refused — then asked for permission to come to his father's throne. Of course, his father, who was sweet on the demanding child, allowed this. Only to have the girl hand him a scroll. The seal on it was familiar to him, though he couldn't place it at that time. When his father had read the contents, he'd seen his father go a bit pale before announcing that in a year, he would have a betrothed for the girl.

As he neared the entrance to the garden, he slowed down just enough for the guards to nod and open the door. He was giving him entry. He didn't miss the knowing dark look between the two. That was something he'd address later. But for the moment, his attention was focused on the gardens, the only other occupant. Who had their backs to him and was staring down at the water in the fountain.

She had heard the door open. And when no one called out to her, she knew it was not her mother. Though she had a good idea who it was since she'd put the impudent, arrogant boy in his place. Her eyes watched her pale reflection on the surface of the water. She was waiting with a slightly tensed body for the explosive tantrum that was to come.

For the last year, she was well aware that he, her prince, watched her. Followed her on occasion. The few interactions were short, curt. His words were always spoken in a manner of an owner to their errant pet. And she was no pet. She would in time serve him, after being bound to him the way all seers where to their Pharaohs. But that did not now or ever make her an animal.

"You will learn your place, girl," he snapped at her.

She didn't look away from the water. She kept her eyes on her reflection still. She was doing her best to keep her breathing even. It was hard when all she wanted was to snap at him. Cut him down with her words for being a jerk. Having her mother caution her over and over again that it was improper and she'd get punished for it, she'd kept her mouth shut.

When she did not even react to his statement, he felt rage flooded his system. He took great pains to be polite. To help others and be accommodating. But this child who was to serve him refused to bend to his will. He would not stand for this at all. Reaching out, he grasped on the shoulder, only to realize how small and slender the girl was before he spun her around. Seeing shock and horror on her face before her hands went up to cover it.

He was stunned. She didn't have the veil over her face like always. She was giving him a good look at the girl. Her skin was pale, with a few strands of hair that hung down over her forehead, a red-gold color that glinted in the sunlight. But it was her eyes that had shocked him the most. Everyone had brown eyes, a few gray if they were of peasant stock. Here's were that blue-green that the sky turned right before a sandstorm.

His mouth moved before he could stop it, "No wonder you hide, you are a freak of nature!"

The soft whimper he heard before pain exploded from where she had connected with his face, as his body tilted to the side and into the fountain's semi-warm water. He saw tears make those odd eyes brighten before they fell down those pale cheeks that were turning red. Then before he gets out of the fountain, the girl had clipped her veils back into place and ran. Right out the door to the garden, her sobs were echoing back to him.

"Your Highness?"

At the sound of one of the guards speaking to him, he shook his head and pulled himself out of the fountain. His clothes were dripping wet, clinging uncomfortably to his skin. The only good thing was the heat of the sun no longer had his flesh felt like it was on fire.

"I will be fine, go about your duties," He said as he marched stiff back out of the garden.

He knew that there'd be talking amongst the guards and servants, and by tomorrow everyone would know something had happened between him and the girl. And with the way his cheek was stinging painfully, they'd all be able to see she struck him. Not that he didn't deserve it, that he would admit to. The impetus is often how he got described, and he proved it.

TBC!