Sunday:

I met the Charming siblings and their father, King Charming since the king himself had sent a messenger for my presence. Well, they're actually a colorful bunch despite being royalty. The Charming Bunch. Of course I'm never going to make a joke like that in public.

Daring had blond hair, white skin (but not pale), and gray-blue eyes. Dexter had light skin, brown hair with a cowlick and baby blue eyes. He wore a small gold crown and a pair of glasses. Darling had long and wavy platinum blonde hair with blue streaks tied back in a small bump, which she tamed to cascade down her back in curls. Like her brothers, Darling had blue eyes. She also has a beauty mark under her right eye.

All in all, they were all gorgeous. Compared to me, I feel as if I was inadequate when it came to physical attraction. I don't mind it though, just that it slightly nags me so much that I had to pull my hoodie down.

Is this what insecurity feels like?

…

…eh. I'll get over it.

The King and I talked about family history as to how our family ancestors were political partners before Camelot's demise. The mood was solemn before he broke it by introducing his children, especially adding praise to Daring.

I could not get along with Daring since he's actually quite narcissistic. He's usually paying attention to a hand mirror he carries around, doing various expressions (?) and a face that resembles a duck. I bet there's actually more to him than that mirror, though I doubt that he'll remember me the next time we meet since his eyes are only on that darn mirror of his.

I manage to talk to his brother Dexter though. However, it only amounted to small talk since he doesn't seem to be interested in the sword. In fact, he seems to be the kind of person that would favor technology. Unfortunately for me, I have a hard time keeping up with his technobabble. Or technology in general since my home country isn't that advanced. Still, I worry as to how he'll communicate with girls face-to-face.

Their sister Darling, however, I can get along with her quite well. She seemed very interested in the ways of the knight. It was quite a topic that we enjoyed discussing. Heck, sometimes there would be a heated debate that was in jest.

"Ever plan on being a knight?" I asked.

"Well..." she began but King Charming had cut her off.

"She's being groomed to be a princess, since she's going to be one. I mean, a female knight? How absurd!" King Charming said.

I frowned and noticed Darling giving a sour look to her father. Dexter looked nervous while Daring was still looking at his mirror. I tried to tone down the tension.

"A shame. Your daughter looks like she has the potential to become a knight." I commented.

He laughed. "For a knight such as yourself, you have quite the humor!"

I frowned even deeper.

"Your majesty, where I'm from, there have been female cadets that have passed the Knight Academy." I told him, but he brushed it off.

"Your country must be desperate. I cannot blame them. Kingdoms tend to fall on hard times." Now I was angry. Not only did he offended the females of my home, but he also insulted the knights that come from there.

I'm one of those knights.

It seemed that Darling was quite infuriated at that comment, though she did keep her composure. I had to be polite, but I could not feel comfortable with this kind of talk. So I decided to say something.

"Oh, will you look at the time? I have to be off now. I apologize for the abrupt end but school work and the sorts." I told him in a strained voice, leaving before I could snap.

I would use that anger for the underground arena battles later.

I had put on my suit of armor. It was mostly black and yellow. The helmet had covered my entire head. If anyone were to see me, they would be awestruck.

And not in a good way.

The underground arena was quite packed. The competitors were rather intimidating. However, each competitor could only have one match per night due to allowing others a chance.

The number entries are randomized with a crystal ball. Weapons are also given by random with that crystal ball. How does a wizard work in someplace as shady as this?

What right do I get to say this since I'm competing as well? None, but I'm rambling.

My opponent tonight was a goblin.

Yes.

A minuscule goblin with a toothpick of a spear.

All he did was poke my leg during the fight before I knocked him out with a kick to the head.

And I didn't have to use a weapon.

What a letdown. I thought that I could hone my skills.

Still, at least I got money. It was a huge sum as they promised to the winners. Maybe I could use this to buy groceries.

When I got back to my room, I saw someone planting some sort of cushion under my pillow.

She had long lavender hair pulled into curly high twintails, sleek blue eyes with cat-like pupils and fair skin. She wore maroon lipstick and has pointy blue nails. She took on the paler colors of purple to her clothing. Cat-like attributes and accessories made her look like a recognizable character in an instant.

We looked at each other this instant. My eyes were narrowed and she gave a look of mock surprise. Why I say mock?

Because she's grinning.

"Whoops! I got caught red handed." she said as she dropped the item.

"Yes. You did." I said as I crossed my arms. "And I assume that you're the one who got me wet yesterday with that bucket of water?"

Her grin went wider.

"Maybe..." she trailed off mischievously.

I rolled my eyes as I put my stuff away. But that leaves the burning question.

"How did you get in here?" I asked her.

"The windows are always open in this school." she answered.

For a prestigious school, they don't seem to have glass windows. Makes me wonder if the headmaster was a cheapskate.

"Still, you must be really lucky to have your own room." she commented.

"Give it time before a new student enrolls here." I said. "By the way, why perform such trickery on me?"

She gives me that grin of hers. "Let's just say that it's my way of welcoming you to Ever After High."

I sighed softly. "That's quite a welcome though."

Suddenly, I realized something.

"Did you touch my stuff?" I asked in a worried tone. I was hoping that no one read my journal or discover Excalibur. I kept the book locked with a key and my sword under my mattress.

Her eyes shifted around. "No..." she trailed off.

I gave her a deadpan stare.

"Oh, come on. I was just browsing around the room." she reasoned.

"That's fine. I appreciate that you didn't rummage through my belongings." I told her.

"Fine. You're no fun." she pouted.

"Having secrets isn't fun." I replied.

"Oh, it can be!" she perked up. "It keeps people guessing like a game!"

I rolled my eyes. "You like games?"

And the conversation went casual. Her name was Kitty Cheshire and she was one hell of a trickster. She wasn't malicious to say the least. More like cunning and playful. While we were talking, she would browse around my room more. I wasn't sure if I should be okay with it or annoyed.

By the time it was curfew, she had to leave my room.

"You're interesting." she said as she grinned. "I know I'm gonna have fun with you." With that she left.

I was left sitting on my bed as I wondered what she said. I'm interesting? In what sense?

God, I may never know.

A/N: That's done. So who should he interact with next?