6-Annabelle
1200 Words
"Annabelle, right?" I heard a deep voice ask behind me where Maisie was staring with eyes wide open.
I look over my shoulder with a deep breath and see no other than the guy I basically steamrolled this morning trying to make it to class on time. With a small tight smile, I nodded my head.
"Yeah, sorry about this morning again." My voice was low, but I knew he heard me when a smile broke out on his face and dimples appeared.
"I'm Malachi, not that you ever asked me for my name." He said, his voice monotone, but I could see the mischief and humor in his eyes. He was teasing me.
A blush spread over my face, and I couldn't hide it, nor could I run again without seeming like a complete lunatic.
"Right." I smiled again. "Nice to meet you, Malachi." I heard gasps all around me, including from Maisie.
Turning towards her, she is staring at me in horror.
"Forgive her, your Highness. She was not raised within our world and didn't know." The words left her mouth quickly as she stood and bowed before Malachi. I couldn't help how my brows drew in.
Your Highness, I had met the twin princes'.
That means.
My eyes widened in realization, Malachi was the Crowned Prince, and I had just referred to him by his first name and had spoken to him casually like he was just any other person.
Quickly I close my eyes in mortification.
"Hey," His deep masculine voice reached my ears and filled my body with warmth. Then I felt fingertips on my chin, turning my face. I opened my eyes to see the Crowned Prince kneeling before me, hand on my face. His sapphire eyes looking deep into my own. "relax." He says, sensing my panic and complete mortification over the situation.
"I'm so sorry," the words left my mouth before I could stop them. then I realize he is still kneeling, holding my face. "Oh god, please, get up." I quickly grab the hand he has on my cheek and pull him up as I stand. I don't think it's possible to be any redder.
"Annabelle," Maisie hisses at me. Not sure what I did wrong, I turn to her. "let go." she whispers shouts.
His chuckle brings my attention back to him. He looks down at me with bright eyes, a look I don't understand. Then I see I'm still holding on to his hand and quickly let go.
Today is the day for mortification. If a giant hole could open up and swallow me, I would be forever grateful.
No, thank you, I have much to do in this life to be stuck underground just because you are embarrassed.
"Come," Malachi says, leaving no space for argument.
He reaches over me, grabs my backpack from the table and then my hand, and begins to drag me out of the lunchroom. All eyes were on us, and I knew that I was bright red.
This man does not let one blush die down before he brings another one on. At this point, I am just going to live bright red.
He walks us down one hall before making a right and standing us before a dark blue door with Royal's written in gold.
Letting go of the hand, he was dragging me along with; he pulls open the door in one swift motion. Holding the door open, he tilts his head, letting me know to walk in.
I was shocked. The room was large, with a couch with tv and a complete entertainment system to one side. To the other side a kitchenette with a breakfast bar. A large dining table for ten sat in the middle of the room.
"Take a seat," Malachi said, his voice softer than it had been before. He walked towards the couch, dropping my bag on the coffee table.
I did not want to embarrass myself any more than I already had in front of the Crowned Prince. I did as told.
I sat on the single-seat, eyes focused on my hands that sat on my lap.
"Annabelle," His voice once again soft. I couldn't help but look up at him.
My father had told me not to look at the royals in the eyes, for it was a sign of disrespect, but I couldn't help it. His deep blue sapphire eyes drew me in. I could stare at them for hours and feel at ease and content.
Realizing he was staring at me, I looked back down, worried he was thinking I was blatantly disrespecting him. "Your Highness," I said quietly, but I knew he heard.
A deep sigh left him. "If I wanted you to address me that way, I would have never told you my name was Malachi. So do me a favor and don't, Your Highness me. Call me Malachi."
My eyes fell on his again, and I could feel he was sincere. "Malachi," my voice was barely audible.
A smile spread across his face again, showing me those dimples I was ashamed to say I was beginning to get obsessed with. There was nothing cuter than dimples on a man.
"Can I ask a question," I asked him, looking at my hands.
"That was a question, but I assume not the one you want to ask truly." Amusement was evident in his voice.
Looking back up at him, I smirked. I managed to keep my smart-ass comment to myself. "Why am I here?"
A deep heavy sigh left Malachi as he sat back, letting the leather couch swallow up his large frame.
"Well, I saw you and wanted to introduce myself since I didn't get a chance to this morning before you ran off. But as soon as I walked into the Cafeteria, Tabitha spotted me."
"Who's Tabitha?" I questioned him, momentarily forgetting he was the future King.
"Did you hear the banshee yelling Malachi in there? After I came in?" I nodded my head. He was talking about Maisie's new tormentor. "That's Tabitha." Rolling his eyes, he got up, going to the refrigerator on the other side of the room, and grabbed two bottles of water.
Handing me one, he sat back down across from me. "I made the mistake of sleeping with her last year, and now she thinks she's special, that I will marry her and she'll be the next Dragonkin Queen." Malachi rolled his eyes.
I just stared at him. I know he could see the confusion on my face. I never understood why guys slept with girls if they had no interest in them.
A small smile appeared on his face. "I liked her, but she was faking who she was. I didn't see her for the gold digging power-hungry woman she is." He answered, almost as if he had read my mind and my question.
I nodded my head. "You don't have to explain your actions to me," I told him, and the truth was he didn't. He was a stranger to me, nothing more than my future King.
"I know, but I want you to know the truth."
His dragon likes us.
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