"The reason your son hasn't grown yet is because he's her mate. They will grow when they have true love's first kiss, the marking of a tattoo ring will appear on their hands" she paused to show them her mark, the ring mark seemed to be on the same hand as the mate mark "and his blood will turn blue when they mate" she explained "I don't believe that he's not a blue blood but this... commoner is!" one of the princes' sisters retorted, glaring at me. I stood up on the table and pulled my mate up with me "there's only one way to be sure my mom's telling the truth" I stated matter-of-factly, plucking a small handheld flip blade knife from my boot "of course you would have something like that" he mumbled, I smiled and winked at him. At this time, I have gained all the attention as I cut our palms. Everyone gasped as blue blood dripped from my palm and red blood dripped from his "there, you have proof" I said as we climbed off the table.
The king immediately grabbed us and placed us so that we faced each other. Neither of us struggled "ok.. so, all they need is a kiss.. that's not so hard" he said as he placed a hand on both of our heads, he then forced our heads towards each other until we kissed. He let go after a couple of seconds, we immediately pulled away from each other not knowing what kind of expression to make "what's wrong? Why didn't that work?" he asked "with all due respect sire, but neither of us love each other" I said with a small curtsey.
The king nodded in understanding "alright then, from this moment on. You two will spend every moment with each other and to make sure of this.. I will have four guards to go with you to your home, the guards will take care of all your shopping so you both can stay inside, and the guards will watch outside so you don't escape.. If you fail to stay together, you will be thrown in the dungeon and tortured" The king commanded
The room silenced as we mentally processed his order. The prince was the first one to respond "are you crazy? Do you know what she did in the first twenty-four hours of knowing she was mated with a prince? Not only was she never respectful or elegant in any way, but she also assaulted me" he groaned at the last part. "Well, you've earned my respect" one of the princes' brothers said, I smiled "well, you were never respectful to me" the king looked at me in approval "a queen indeed" he complimented me "see you two already getting along.. keep it up and we'll be seeing ducklings too soon" he chuckled as we both made a face at him. He whistled, the four guards appeared behind us "alright.. next time I see you.. you better be an adult and with ducking's on the way" he stated as the guards guided us out and to a limo.
We sat together and everyone else sat around us, the guards next to each of us made us squish close to each other. The awkward car ride thankfully didn't last long but it felt like hours. We arrived at his home and were immediately guided inside, since there were only two exits.. two guards stood outside the front and two guards stood outside the side (leading to the balcony)..
The prince looked angry "I can't believe he's forcing me to be with you inside!" He half shouted, picking up a couple of pillows and tossing them across the room. I smiled mischievously and walked over to the thrown down pillows and picked them up. I turned to him and chucked them at him, he looked at me shocked and I gave him a 'come at me' gesture with my hands. He seemed to immediately accept my silent challenge as we got into an epic pillow fight. I screamed "PILLOW FIGHT!!" As he launched pillows at me and I threw them back, jumping and running around the room. When we were both exhausted, we both laughed together and fell to the floor. Sprawling out, our breathing slowly became normal as we sat up, I looked around the room to assess the damage and unfortunately a small blue lotus flower got knocked out of its vase and was on the floor along with the vase which was now broken.
When I saw this, I carefully picked up the flower and put it in a small cup with water. I rescued the flower, once I finished I saw that he was watching me. I blushed and slowly sat on the couch, he sat with me and looked away. We sat in awkward silence for a minute "I've never had so much fun before.." he admitted, I looked at him and smiled. 'he's actually being nice' I thought and then I felt the urge to kiss him, he must have felt the same urge. Dang hormones made us look at each other like we would mate right then and there, he seemed to tense 'he knows fighting the urge to mate is getting stronger.. kissing helps but he fights the urge to kiss as well.' I thought as his expression kept changing like he was deciding if he should give into the urges or not.
I saw his internal struggle cease as he made up his mind and decided to create distance to try and ease the urge.. as if.. the urge to mate is great and to fight is like trying to catch the wind with a net in the middle of a tornado. The only way to ease is to kiss, kissing numbs the urge for a while but just like a battery; it dies and you have to fight the urge again till the battery recharges. The kissing battery recharges every month and dies in a week. When you do mate, the urge finally stops but by that time, you love each other and now have ducklings on the way