Chapter 6
The castle stared him down. He had never seen a building so well crafted, so beautiful, and so condescendingly tall in his life. The boy walked hesitantly to the door, where a greeter stood and gave people that walked in a kindhearted glance. When Jonathan made his way to the door, the expressing on the man's face drifted into a blank, if not, repulsed glare.
The man held his hand upright. "Hold on." He said, giving the boy a stern voice, and a chill down his spine.
For a few seconds, the man only stood there analyzing him, as if he had something to hide, but, finally his expression returned to his light-hearted composure.
"Sorry for the inconvenience, go on in." said the greater as he opened the door. Instead of speaking, Jonathan merely walked past the man in a hurry, too nervous to go against him.
The white, marble walls were brightly lit with shining yellow lights, giving the entire room a warm peaceful feel. He looked around the large palace to find all sorts of interesting activities. There were dancers, artists, live music, and even a dance floor. It was all a warm and overwhelming site, however, the pain in his stomach spoke louder than the music, or the people.
Just as the thought of food crossed his mind, the aroma of freshly cooked meat ran past his nose. Jonathan almost flinched at the scent, giving him the extra boost he needed to move past the crowd.
The scent was growing stronger as he moved forward, cutting through every intersection of people that he could. Only a few more waves before he quell his hunger.
"Excuse me. Hello, Faunus boy." Jonathans stopped. His head turned to see a girl, around his age, calling for him.
"Weiss! That is not how a proper lady addresses people." Said the man standing next to her.
Jonathan felt obligated to talk to the two as they walked closer.
"My apologies, my daughter isn't used to meeting new people. My name is Mr. Schnee, and this is my daughter, Weiss Schnee." He gestured to the girl.
"Hello there. And what is your name?"
The boy hesitated, "Jonathan. My name is Jonathan." He said with a blank tone and extended his hand. Weiss openly accepted his handshake, and looked at him with her lovely pale blue eyes.
"Jonathan what?" she spoke curiously.
"Jonathan King."
"Well, Mr. King, would you care to dance?" She gleamed.
His stomach internally groaned, and he was beginning to feel light-headed. The lack of food continued to eat at him. "Actually I-"
"Of cores he would!" Mr. Schnee said ecstatically. "What better of a way to show our family's respect towards Faunus?"
"I'm sorry?" Jonathan said confused. It was only then that the name 'Schnee' ran through his mind. He was speaking to owner of the house and the host of the party.
Oh shit.
"Come on now Mr. King, while the knight is young." Weiss exclaimed, dragging him to the dance floor. The boy looked back to the dining hall with an excruciating longing. He wanted to rip his hand away from the young girl, but if he were to anger the head of the household in any possible manner, who knows what could become of him.
As the two approached the dance floor, Weiss looked at the MC as a warning to put on a slow song. "And now it's time for a little bit of smooth loving, so grab that special person and hold them all so close." He announced with flare and style.
Jonathan's heart started beating faster, and the girl wrapped her arms around him. Her feet stared to move along to the calming sounds echoing through the house while Jonathan's motions were a bit clumsy and awkward. "Sorry, this is my first time dancing." He tried to justify himself.
"Don't stress out too much. Simply move naturally along to the music, you'll understand." She assure him.
Jonathan looked into the young girl's eyes. They seemed so beautiful in the dim lighting of the dance floor, only adding to the atmosphere. Her hands lay softly in his, and their steps were know in time with each other. The warmth he felt right now was so much more relaxing to the cold harshness of sleeping outside. He would have loved to keep dancing with the lovely young Schnee, but the hunger pains started to reanimate, and twist his insides with a harsh burning sensation.
He gently pulled away from the girl's sweet fingers, "I'm sorry, I have to go." He Said.
"Oh, right. I forgot about why you're here. Well, it was fun dancing with you Mr. King," she sent him off.
"As with you, Ms. Schnee," he tried to sound as eloquent as possible. She giggled at his charming response.
I'm sorry for the long wait. I know some of you might not be reading this anymore and I don't blame you. I don't want to be like all of those other writers and not finish what I have started. Regardless of whether or not you are going to read the rest, I WILL finish this story. And to those skeptics, I say DON'T BELIEVE ME JUST WATCH! (Jazz music)
