Authors Note: Sorry for such a delay with this chapter and also how short it is. I'm having trouble deciding on where to go with this and I have an initial idea but I'm struggling executing it. I also changed to first person so it would be easier on me to write. I hope you all like it and let me know if any of you have any suggestions.
The air around me felt stiff and thick as the conversations drew on around me. I knew what they were talking about but I couldn't bring myself to listen. My mind was too focused on other things. Like the man currently sitting beside him. Never in my life had I met anyone like him. His skin considerably paler then most those in his party and his hair reminded him of the chocolates his father would bring back from his visits to other lands. But his eyes struck me the most. They held no warmth or emotion, they were just like ice. His eyes and domineer are was frightened him the most. They hid something from the world and Joey knew first hand if someone was trying to hide something it was never good. This stranger was the most dangerous kind of that person. They could put on masks to hide their intentions and then as soon as you're alone they hurt you.
I took a deep breath trying to steady my racing heart and I looked across at my father trying to find some solace in this stressful moment. Sadly my father was too deep in conversation with another member of the royal guests to even notice my distress. I took in the smaller man with more interest than I had originally. He seemed mush different then my betrothed. His eyes sparkled a warm amethyst and he held a smile that calmed my nerves. His hair was the most striking of his features by far: hair black with golden bangs and tips. If memory served I believe his name was Yugi. He was the most trusted member of the pharaoh's court and was often sent on the important trips that the pharaoh couldn't. They appeared to be very deep in conversation and I figured no matter how long I tried my father would not even notice. I let out a soft sigh and tried to turn my attention to anything else.
"If you sigh one more time I swear I will pull my hair out"
I looked over to the voice to find those cold eyes staring daggers at me. I suddenly felt a shiver down my spine as if the coldness in his eyes was physically freezing my body.
"I don't want to be stuck in this room any more than you do but I have to. So the least you could do is try to keep your sighs too yourself." His lips turned down in a scowl and his eyebrows scrunched up in what appeared to be a forming headache. At this I grinned a little and turned to poke between his eyebrows.
"Aww is the little prissy priest getting a headache because of me? It must not take much to get under that thin skin of yours." I whispered unable to resist the urge to annoy him further. He quickly recoiled from my touch as if someone had struck him and his expression turned darker. In what seemed more menacing then it really was he leaned closer to me and forced a whisper.
"Don't ever touch me without my permission. Only my brother has that privilege and I don't foresee you being an exception any time soon."
I retracted my hand away from him and put my hands up as a show of apology.
"Look I'm sorry I shouldn't have pushed you like that." I put out my hand again as a truce, this time not pushing it too far into his personal space. "Truce?"
He gave my hand a glance before he turned he scoffed and turned his attention back to the others in the room. I guess his shoulder was just as cold as the rest of him. I shook my head before I too turned my attention back to the rest of the room. My father still seemed to be deep in conversation with the smaller man and I felt like I was left to my own thoughts. I shifted in my seat to try to get more comfortable, since it seemed I was going to be stuck here for a while. This was going to be a long marriage.