Female Man

Chapter Eight – Lying with a magician.

Suddenly, it turned white again.

"What is it now, Princess?" Kiera asked. Amelia glared at him, he seemed like he didn't know what happened. "Your hair?" she mumbled, "What happened to it?" he asked again. Amelia saw by his face expression that he didn't know he's hair changed color. Maybe because he lived alone, and at the castle, she didn't notice. He had wore a hat, all through.

"What happened to it?" he repeated. "Umm... nothing" she quickly answered, he might not believe her so he should see it himself. Now, her next problem was how to sleep besides him. She tried getting ready for all this the night before she came but she couldn't get fully ready. She was seventeen, sacrificed to a magic master for the peace of her kingdom.

She didn't have the usual classes with other married princess on how to deal with the first night and treat their husbands right. She didn't have all that training. Princesses marry at eighteen and above. Why was hers different!

Thankfully, Kiera had slept off without asking her to join him. Amelia quietly sneaked from the room to find a visitor's room to sleep in. Wherever she wakes up in, fine, but let her pass this night. She needed the sleep. While searching for a room, far away from Kiera, she noticed a blue light emitting from a room.

Curiosity pushed her to open the room. A glass box held whatever the light was. A blue cloth was placed over it and that made it emit blue light. "Could be something magic related" Amelia thought. She touched the glass and it seemed warm. Warm energy, it was attractive.

It seemed to draw her to open up the glass box, perhaps to free it. She headed out if the room to avoid anything controlling her. On the wall close to the door, there was a hand drawn portrait of a young man on armor and a little girl. The little girl was sitting, smiling on the shoulders of the young man, waving a note.

She should be about twelve years old. They both didn’t look like they were from any place she knew. Amelia yawned widely, glanced back at the glass box and left in search of a room. Almost all the doors, she tried were locked. Sleep was setting in, she thought of going back to the room and stay with Kiera.

Already took three steps and stopped, there was no way she can bring herself to lie beside a monster – magicians were regarded as monsters within the four walls of great Latvian. Even outside Latvian, Latvianites avoided them. Lying with a magician wasn’t an option.

Unconsciously, he tried opening another room and it opened. There were two small chairs and a big bed in the middle, nothing else. She collapsed on it, said her prayers and cuddled herself up. Her mind went to the glass box. That light, was it the source of his powers? If she destroyed it, had she rendered him weak? That would be a way to save herself from all this traumas.

Her thoughts drifted to how he had laughed at her. Somehow, he seemed playful and most times scary. And his smile, it reminded her of something, someone. Yes, the hand drawn portrait, the little girl waving the note. Could that have been him? He was said to be bisexual. Did he have to genders? Even his name Kiera and the other Koline.

She thought, he may be nineteen years old at max. How could he be so powerful that General Jack had told her father to let her go just by hearing what he can do. General Jack had met many powerful magicians in his lifetime so he could tell which one was really powerful. She was given as a peace gift. A royal princess of the mighty Latvian! Other kingdoms would laugh to scorn on the humiliation. Given to one thing Latvianites discriminate the most, magicians.

Well to think on the positives, Amelia was now married, at least not to a Prince as she always disliked. Having maids pester her and not having her personal space. Being royalty is fun but sometimes she wished she can run away from all those. Perhaps, she can now? Also, her father now had a powerful in law to defend Latvian.

And her baby brother, Charles, has a big brother figure he could look up to advice him in the future if all goes well. “I rather sleep with all these happy thoughts” Amelia whispered to herself.

Tomorrow she would try to unlock the playful and less scary part of her new husband while she plans what to do with that light, if she’s unsuccessful then she would unlock her devious and killer part to aid her survival. Both ways, she must win.

She was a Princess, after all. She would put in all the things she had learnt from her mother, the twelve years she lived with her. The odds won’t be against her. She would turn the tables around. Her eyes began becoming heavy. Footsteps were being heard silently walking to her door.

The bed was situated beside the door so it would be easy to know someone was coming. Amelia tried sitting up but at that point, sleep was becoming much more dominant.

“It shouldn’t be that magician trying to take me to his bed” she mumbled. She couldn’t fight the sleep, why was it so heavy now. Was this his magical influence? She reluctantly slept off, wherever she wakes up in she should accept.

He opened the door and gazed down at her. He pouted, why was she in another room, was she avoiding him? He smiled at his own attitude and closed the room, if she wanted to stay there, she could.

He had fallen back on his bed, it felt empty, why? He had always slept in his mansion alone at that room. Why did it feel empty now? Because she was here? He scoffed at himself and sat up. Maybe he should bring her in with him.