Chapter 2 - Fantastia

"I'm sorry, what continent is that in?" I asked in a desperate attempt to know if I was either in a mental asylum or in a foreign land.

"In the Continent of Fantastia. You're in the north of Drystone, in the Drystone estate." Drystone here, Drystone there, Drystone everywhere! I know that I didn't take geography, but there's no way that a Continent that is called Fantastia exists. Was I truly sent to a mental asylum, or was I abducted by aliens?

"You come from a world called 'Earth', correct?"

Why is he talking like we aren't on Earth anymore?

"Are you- I mean, I didn't think that it was possible, but... are you an alien?"

There is no way that an alien is that gorgeous. If it is true, then I don't care about going back home, keep me here!

Jokes aside, he didn't say anything. He looked down, slipping fingers between fingers, and leaned down a bit.

"A woman comes to Fantastia every hundred years. To the country of Gravenhill, you are seen as a blessing." A blessing... I never thought of myself to be a blessing. I always felt like I was a burden to most people; a hinderance.

"I am in charge of the retrieval of the blessing. Blessings always appear on the grounds of the Drystone Duchy, so I have men spread out everywhere. Once His Highness arrives, he will ask you a few simple questions and will take you to your welcoming family."

His Highness? Hold on, there's a Prince involved in this, blessings are so important? Suddenly, I really do feel unworthy. But I need to get more important information of where I am, so I need to keep on asking questions until he stops.

"What's a welcoming family? And why does a Prince need to find me one?"

He sighed, as if it was tedious answering all of my questions. I'm sorry, but for someone who just arrived here, I'm confused.

"Your welcoming family will keep you safe and will swear an oath to protect you as a blessing under their guard. They will also accept any choice you make regarding your future mate."

Mate? Hold on just a second-

"Mate? Do I need to get married?"

He snarled, crossing his arms. "Because currently, all of the Gravenhill female population is in this room right now."

"You're telling me... that Gravenhill is a country solely populated by... men?"

That can't be true. If they exist, a woman must have given birth to them!

"You might be surprised as to how I exist. Yes, I was created and birthed by a woman..." he snarled, his fists clenching. Seems like he doesn't want to talk about her. "Like the rest of the man in this country, I've also stopped ageing at 21 years."

If he's stopped ageing, dare I ask how old he is really? He might be 80, or 100! Heck, he might even be a 1000!

Hey, why am I taking this so well? This must be a dream.

"Most women take it well. It's part of the enchantment that brought you here. It helps you adapt faster and process the information I'm telling you more efficiently. Anyway, His Highness is here, so I'll escort you there. I'll tell you this, it's a standard greeting to kiss nobility on both cheeks. Try not to embarrass yourself out there."

I can't believe how rude he is! Honestly, handsome men think that they can get away with anything!

"You might want to try and dress... more appropriately." He stared down at my short dress which reached my knees and I had enough.

"Excuse me, this is perfectly appropriate! Can you see under that skirt, I don't think so! From where I'm from, this is perfectly respectable."

I could just imagine placing this guy in a nightclub and leaving him there. How traumatised would he be, ha!

"You're meeting the future king. Do you still believe your attire to be appropriate?"

I shut my mouth. Just as I finally thought up of something to say back, the door opened wide and yet another man walked into the room. His striking blond hair and his white attire contrasted perfectly with the black and gloominess of the room itself.

"Welcome to Gravenhill, Miss Blessing."

The man walked towards me and slowly knelt down on one knee, kissing the back of my hand. Right, Mr Grump told me that I have to kiss him twice on his cheek. I slowly leaned down before kissing him once on his left cheek, then another time on his right.

I stepped back, confused if I did it right or not. The Prince looked up at me, blinked twice and smiled. "Did Aaron tell you about the customs already, or are you simply so smart?"

Aaron? Oh, so that's his name. I turned around to look at him again before he turned his head away, arms crossed.

"Just take her and leave already. I've had enough babysitting for a day."

"Now, now Aaron. Don't be like that. The Blessing still has to choose her welcome family. Here, dear, sit down."

Pulling the chair out from a small table, he smiled as I slowly walked towards him and sat down in it. Suddenly, he leaned down and sniffed my neck, making me jolt. He stepped back, chuckling.

"Sorry, I was just wondering what perfume you're wearing. You see, you smell quite nice."

Should I be worried that he's smelling me?

"Stop flirting and get on with it, Rhen."

So Rhen is his name. Rhen and Aaron seem close if he's calling the Prince by his first name.

Rhen then walked over and sat in front of me, smiling. "My name is Rhen Graymare. I'm the Prince of this country. And what might your name be, little miss Blessing?"

Rhen Graymare... I'll have to remember that.

"Aurelia. Such a beautiful name truly suits you."

He's... Is he flirting with me? I can't tell just yet, but even Aaron thought that he was. A flirtatious prince in a country full of only men. I wonder how that works. Now let's see what information this flirtatious prince has to offer me.

-End Of Chapter 2-