Wonder Like a Butterfly

I could hear the heavy rain pattering against the large windows. It was as if the windows were going to shatter in an instance. At this point I didn't know if we were going to be able to go back home, however I haven't had the chance to be able to see the so-called handsome Prince. If we stay here for the night then I might have the chance to bump into my future husband...

After 3 hours of everyone casually chatting about royalty and all the problems the country has to face, Father decided to get going. "Ah, I'm sorry but...it's absolutely pouring outside, I can not let my guests off just like that" The king wailed in concern, "That does seem true" Father mentioned facing the closest window and looking at it grimly, "You wouldn't mind if we stayed for the day would you?" Father asked while smiling, "Why would I? It's too dangerous outside and my palace is quite large." The king claimed.

The reddish sky was now illuminating purple. Its stars lit up the endless void that outstretched all around us. I felt completely exhausted, and asked to leave the dining table straight after. 

I stood up out of my seat and strolled off into  the corridor that linked to the extravagant dining room made of mainly wood and gold. A maid had been closely following me from behind.

"I don't need you to follow me." I stated, darting my eyes straight at her. "Oh, sorry to bother you then!" the maid protested, looking as though she had just seen a ghost. 

I plodded up the stairs thinking about what the prince might look like, turning left and walking down the hallway looking at the movement of my dress and legs unconsciously concentrating on it, not looking anywhere else, I pulled open the huge double doors to enter 'My Room', I slowly looked up to see a man right in the middle of the bedroom completely unalarmed of my sudden entry,

"Sorry?" The man asked. His voice was soothing and gentle, but deep and husky. "Who are you?" I questioned, confused. I must've entered the wrong room by accident.

Just then it clicked in my brain. The man was tall and dressed in fine quality clothes with a mixture of white and grey. "Why are you in my room?" Prince Moluan stated comfortably, "I am so sorry Moluan-'' I replied trying to rush out the door, "Hey!" He immediately yelled while pulling on my arm. My legs twisted, just then I found myself fallen on top of the prince,

"oh my-!" I squealed while shooting myself up and straight to the side of him, "ouch!" groaned the prince, "I'm so sorry!I really didn't mean to throw myself onto you like that!" carefully trying not to hurt him yet again I stood up and helped him up too.

"No, I'm sorry- I shouldn't have grabbed you like that." But just then I noticed a huge scar running down his chest, without realising my ice-like hands were already swiftly running down his chest, feeling the deep, dark brown scar. "Is this from war?" I questioned,

"Oh this? yes, sorry, I know it's really ugly." 

His reply was cold and deep down I sensed an emotion of guilt, maybe he felt like a bad person for fighting in war, but who would know, "Im- I'm sorry for asking, I shouldn't of said anything" I quickly replied feeling discomfort in my heart.

He might actually be a good person, I thought to myself. "My prince..is something wrong?" I asked softly, feeling uncomfortable. He just said nothing and unknowingly kept staring at me intensely.

Later that night after long hours laughing and talking with the prince, I unknowingly fell asleep. When I woke up however I was in a different room. I suppose it's meant for me. My room resembled the prince's room layout but it had different complementary colours.

My clothes were already there for me to put on. A dress in the colour black with gold essences wrapping around the bottom of the dress.

It was knee length so not too short and not too long. It had an off the shoulders transparent sleeve,  and wore a corset that was also black. For the shoes I wore a simple black platform ankle strap high heel. Not too many accessories as well, only a gold necklace and matching earrings.

As for my hair it could just be brushed and stay wavy. There was an ancient looking antique mirror wrapped around by golden leaves. My outfit was quite casual but looked very royal and posh. It's black as well, they know me. 

"Are you awake?" Asked a familiar voice. I sprung around to see it was the Prince popping in at the door, "Oh it was you" I said relaxed."Hm, were you expecting anyone else?" He questioned sarcastically, "nope" I replied shortly.

"You were much more bubbly last night, did you lose your spirit?" he ranted with a smile growing on his lips.

Now with a clearer perspective the prince had brown bouncy hair with piercing cyan blue eyes, "Stop snooping around or are you waiting for me my prince?" I said confidently,

"well yes actually, you took your time though, oh and nice make-up" He quoted looking rather seductive, "thank you but i'm not wearing make-up" I laughed, "You aren't" he replied, mouth wide open looking mesmerised, I laughed again at the sight of his embarrassing face.

Something warm suddenly grabbed my hand and when I looked down to see what it was, it was the prince, smiling at me as if we were an actual couple. Maybe he's acting so rashly since we are to be married soon.

But even so his beauty does pull at my heart. He is just like how all the ladies in Deadrae described him to me. Tall, broad shoulders with a perfect figure. Not to mention his charming smile that filled my body with a wave of nervousness.