I've been blown away by the response to this story! 417 favourites over on ffn and I've only posted one chapter! Thanks to everyone who is reading and reviewing!
Chapter two should go up either later today or tomorrow, but until then, I'll leave you a little tease :D
Sarah x
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“Leaving so soon, Princess? I’m hurt…” That voice.
With my shoulders squared, I looked back at the doorway and
found a man standing in it, his shoulder against the wood, one foot crossed
over the other one, and his arms folded in front of him. His slate-grey cotton
t-shirt, and the dark-wash jeans that hung perfectly from his hips atop his
brown leather high-tops, made
his skin seem pale, but the way his clothes fit him had me thinking completely
different thoughts altogether.
Thoughts, I reminded myself, I shouldn’t have been thinking
at all. This man, no matter how good looking he had turned out to be, was my
enemy, of sorts.
He was looking at me expectantly, but not in an “I’m waiting
for an answer” kind of way. It was almost like he was waiting for me to prove
something to him, and I couldn’t figure out what it was.
His face was angular, his jaw covered by a slight shadow,
his eyes sparkling in the light that reached them, and his hair…it wasn’t until
I reached his hair that I realised I was looking at the same man the maid in
the palace had been talking about. She had been right.
It took me too long to realise I had been staring for far
too long, and my tongue was slow to spring into action.
“Yes, well, it seems I was tricked into coming down here. I
have no intention of sticking around, so I bid you good-day.”
I noticed his face fall and wondered why before I reminded
myself I didn’t care. I had only taken two steps when his voice stopped me
again.
“Wait, I’m sorry. I should have introduced myself.”
There was an edge of desperation to his voice that I
couldn’t quite understand as I stood with my back to him. Stubbornly I didn’t
turn around, nor did I answer him. I realised I was being rude and aloof, but I
just stood there, waiting for him to continue.
“Princess?” His voice was closer this time; he’d come up
behind me without my hearing him. Sighing internally, I turned slowly, noting
the way my heart rate stuttered as I took in his close proximity.
We stood in silence, staring at each other. I could feel my
face heating the longer I was subjected to his gaze, but more than that, I felt
warm as his eyes flicked over my face, between my eyes, down over my lips,
following the flowing curls of my hair.
