Week 5F: Scared
Sailor Raspberry
243 words
The first time she faced the infamous prince of Earth, she had expected him to be barbaric. A juvenile royal who had no merits or boundaries and knew nothing but how to be bad.
She had expected to feel some sort of fear. A quivering type of feeling that would rock her down to the bones.
But when she stumbled out from between the tall oak trees and into his chest, he laughed a deep, joyous laugh, a sound that made her heart flip, and stooped into a bow.
"And who might this beautiful lady be?"
She wasn't afraid, not even in the slightest. Instead, she was intrigued. By his voice, it's deep baritone and the tinge of sarcasm. By his looks, and the way his cheekbones arched and the way his eyes shone a dazzling shade of blue against the sunlight. By him, simply him, and everything about him.
"Princess Serenity, heir to the throne of the Moon Kingdom."
His name was Endymion. A handsome name that suited him perfectly.
He held out a tunic-covered arm. "Would you care to take a stroll with me, Princess Serenity?"
And as they started their stroll through his kingdom's private gardens, she couldn't help but blush.
There was something about this man, despite his misleading demeanor, that made her insides react. In a good way, she knew, because as he plucked up a rose and pressed it into her palm, he made her feel extraordinary.