My name is Lola and I am known for making poor decisions but this one.... This one was my worst.
A normal day in my Kingdom, birds chirping, kids learning and the wind blowing on my curtains.
"Lola!?" my father came running in his royal attire he looked frazzled about something not that that happens often.
"Yes father?" I replied trying to cut holes in a vomit green dress he got me for my birthday last week.
"Is that the dre-, never mind you are required to go to a ball hosted by King Darius of Fraya-"
"What!?" I asked hearing of this for the first time in my life.
"You are promised to be married to King Darius-"
"Darius! Who fucking killed his father, mother and older sister for the thrown he now sits on? The same ass wipe that has been in war with us for decades?" I was laughing not talking a word he said seriously.
"You leave for his Kingdom in twenty minutes." he left. I already took a bath and got dressed an hour ago but not for this "ball" I was forced to go to.... I snuck out.
Going to my secret place where I could be alone with my thoughts and will to not give a shit about my father's issues.
The small waterfall not but a few kilometres from my small hut, flowers of all different kinds in bloom thanks to spring, my swing that hung from a nearby tree and last but not least liquor one of them is illegal though "DarknezzFallz" it's strong as hell.
I stayed there for the entire day there drinking and relaxing under the waterfall waited until night before going back home. A conversation struck my ears.
"Where is she?" A male voice spoke.
"I don't-, I don't know" was my fathers reply.
"You don't know where your daughter is?"
"No"
"You understand that this is unacceptable do you not?"
"I understand but plea-"
"Until you daughter has returned you will be turned to stone."
"Wait!" That was very stupid of me to do. The man grabbed my arm.
"What th-"
"Goodbye Lola"
"Wha-"
"Ghio!" the entire room went black, flashed white then I was relocated.... To a party? I figured out that this was that ball I was invited to, stuffy, illmannered people judging each other ugh-. Rolling my eyes I spotted a gorgeous black dress the woman wearing it was more so, her brunette colored hair, grey eyes, bright smile and she had such perky breasts, I bet they're as soft as marshmallows.
"Hi." she was talking to me? SHE WAS TALKING TO ME-
"Carla." the man that grabbed me spoke. I haven't even addressed that yet!
"So good to see you again dressed in your grey suit, you look so-"
"Move along Carla where is the King?"
"Ugh! Darius is in the kitchen fucking some maid on the counter like a pig." she scorned.
"You smell funny Carla could it be you were involved in-"
"Fuck you! I would never have sex at a party unless you want to eat me out again-"
"Carla?"
"Yes?"
"Carla?"
"Yes Zane?"
"We had sex once-"
"Five times!" she corrected annoyed.
"Y-"
"A week" he sighed and scratched his arm.
"Well we're over now so move on already"
"Whatever-" she walked away. Didn't even take notice to me awtch.
"Why am I here? 'Zane'?"
"Oh right" he snapped his fingers and everyone was staring at us-, me?
"Couldn't they see me just now?"
"Anymore obvious questions you want to ask? Get them off your chest now King Darius is easily annoyed, hates to be called by just his first name, hates being disobeyed, hates having to repeat himself, hates when people stare at him which is weird, hates being lied to-"
"Is there anything he likes?" the man chuckled. It just strucked me how old he looked, salt and pepper hair, crooked nose, brown eyes, muscular built...hm.
"Likes? Hm, fucking, obedient partn-one night stands, eating, his pets, going for runs, fucking-"
"You said that already" he shrugs.
"I guess that's it then. Here he comes." I turned my head to the door to see what ugly old fart I had to wait to peel over so my Kingdom can finally be free. I gulped, he was so tall and strapping, he didn't have on a shirt it was in his hand, exposing his massive red dragon tattoe that was so detailed it looked real (it goes below his belt), rock hard abs and biceps, shoulder length black hair, a straight nose, semi-full lips and he walked like he owned the place, he looked cold- as in he looks so strick/serious the man was just drop dead hot he came closer and I saw his green eyes staring at me. I felt, raw? Like he saw my insecurites and was planning on telling the world about it... I gulped again as he stood before me I'm 5'6 he was at least 6'2.
"Bull I want a new shirt." he gave it to him delicately, I spotted blood on it... Why was blood on it?
"Y-, right away." Zane walked of with the shirt.
"So you hate when people stare at you yet you're shirtless in the middle of a party?" I scoffed.
"How was I suppose to get a new shirt when he's out here unable to move?" why was he staring into my soul? I looked away.
"I have a question." He spoke up.
"Are you afraid of me?" I was... I really was the stories I've heard, the things he'd done, the way he acts and how he treats people around him like trash or play things... He's a tyrant nothing more than a fucking monster.
"Just because these stuffy people-"
"I didn't ask you for a speech. Yes or no" Asshole.
"Such a dick." I rolled my eyes.
"No. I'm not afraid of you." I spoke.
"Hm" was all he said, his shirt came and he got dressed right there as people looked at him, they all looked scared to be there. He left. That was the last time I saw his that night, I was at a party I didn't want to be at, extremly underdressed and bored all fucking night.