The elegant prince.
madaraxrachelle
Chapter: Two
Rachelle didn't know how long she had been walking and she had been crying the whole time, she cursed her life, she began asking herself question. Why does my life suck? Why don't I ever get a man who wants to spend the rest of his life with me? Did I subconsciously offend the gods that they decided on punishing me with misery for eternity?
The more she asked these questions the more depressed she became, as she walked she choose to call Mack and inform where she was so he wouldn't worry for her safety, also tell him she would be at the hotel soon.
She made a call but spoke to the lady that checked them in when they arrived at the hotel, as she listened to the confused lady, she couldn't help the tears coming down her cheeks. The lady was explaining to her that Mack had checked them out of the hotel about 45 minutes ago, taking his and her luggages heading to the airport. She was so confused, she could't make sense out of the words she was being told. If she understood anything; her so-called boyfriend, left without her, taking her bags and everything she owned int his city, leaving her without a place to live nor her wallet. In other words, he robbed-leaving her with absolutely Nothing.
''He said you were too sick and couldn't help him with the bags and or check-outs,'' the lady was still explaining. Rachelle wasn't listening anymore, in fact she hung up the phone right away.
She stood motionless for couple of second. WHAT HAVE I DONE TO DESERVE THIS? She suddenly screamed. It was all right to scream especially when your jerk of a boyfriend steals your luggage and leaves you stranded in another province. No passport, money, identifications, or clothes.
She started crying while walking, not a clue as to where she was going…nor did she walked for what felt like hours till she feet kicked something hard, she stopped picked up the item and inspected it. It looked like an old mirror, it beautiful even if old. She tried seeing her reflection in the mirror but the image was to blur.
''Why bother checking yourself in a mirror?'' you have just been dumped, robbed and abandoned; are you nuts? She asked herself.
I have had the worst life ever, every guy I ever dated did not only dump me but also did worse things. It's wasn't fair at all.
"I wish I can get my own prince.'' A man who will save me from this misery, I want a hero of my own. ''He should be gorgeous like the sun, handsome, intelligent, considerate, and understanding.'' I'm not trying to be selfish, I'm tired of men playing with my heart and life like it means nothing at all. Ha LOL, I have finally lost it….I'm talking to an old mirror.
She was tired of walking when she saw a large tree close by, she walked up to it collapsing beside it, she was hungry, cold and stinky; she had not showered since yesterday. What was she going to do now? ''Call her family and ask for help.'' That souds reasonable, though it would crush her dignity and pride, she had no choice.
Rachelle cried harder as she remembered the many times she'd had to go to her family for help. And now she was going to have to ask for their help again. Once again she was going to have to admit that she'd made a fool of herself over a man. But this time was worse, because this man had been someone who had her family's approval. But somehow Rachelle had lost him.
"Help me," she whispered, her hand on the handle of the mirror. "Help me find my Elegant Prince. Help me find a man who wants me." Sitting back on her heels, with her hands covering her face, Rachelle began to cry harder.
After a long while, she slowly came to realize that someone was near her. When she turned her head, a stream of sunlight coming from a high window hit metal and so blinded her that she sat back near the tree floor with a thud. She put her hand up to shield her eyes.
Standing before her was a man, a man who appeared to be wearing . . . armor. He was standing so still, and glaring down at Rachelle so fiercely, that at first she thought he wasn't real. She couldn't help staring up at him in openmouthed astonishment. He was an extraordinarily good looking man, with long black hair and was wearing the most authentic-looking stage costume she'd ever seen.
He wore a shining red armor, black gloves, black shirt with a high-collar and blue pants, his legs—his big, muscular legs—were bandaged.
"Well, what clan do you belong to and why did you summon me here," the man said in a deep arrogant tone, "you have conjured me, so what the hell do you want from me….She-devil?"
"She-devil?" Rachelle asked, sniffing and wiping away tears. From inside his blue pants, the man pulled out a white linen handkerchief and handed it to her. Rachelle blew her nose noisily.
"Have my enemies hired you?" I bet those idiotic good-for-nothing Senjus have something to do with this, the man muttered to himself . "What is it they're plotting against me this time?
Stand, cockroach, and explain yourself." He said.
Gorgeous, but off his rocker, Rachelle thought. "Listen, I don't know what you're talking about." Slowly, she stood up. "Now, if you'll excuse me—" She didn't say any more because he drew a long sword, then held the sharp point against her throat. "Speak now before loose your head, I have little tolerance for cowards!"
It was all too much for Rachelle. First Mack, and now this mad Hamlet. She burst into tears again and slumped against the cold tree.
"Damnation!" the man muttered, and the next thing Rachelle knew he had picked her up throwing her on the ground hard and saw him doing some kind of hand sign.
What will happen to these two strangers?Mmm I wonder? Well, find out in the next chapter.
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