Prince Theo
1177 Words
21st December at Le Conte Palace Banquet Hall
Raleigh's Annual Masquerade Winter Ball
[Prima]
I was lost for words when I entered Le Conte Palace. It was four times the size of Bethencourt. I have never seen such a grand extravagant banquet hall in my entire life. The castle's palace in our kingdom is not as astonishingly wonderful as Le Conte.
As I walked to the banquet hall, I was dazzled with the exquisite ceiling decorations of rosettes, vines, and palmettes. The ornaments around the centerpieces and dining tables are rose gold with peach, white and red roses. All the girls I see are adorned and dressed in elegant ball gowns, and boys are ravishingly handsome with their prince customs.
One of the princes caught my eyes. He outstands everyone with his towering height. He had the most captivating amber eyes I have ever seen. His plump dulcet luscious lips are strawberry red like mines. He is probably the most attractive and charming prince among the royals in the Le Conte Palace.
Moon goddess must have been good to me. It didn’t take me forever to find my mission. Prince Theodoro de Lorris.I must make him fall in love with me. Then, it would be easy to take what I needed from him. I am the lucky one. I did not need to pull a flirtatious act to lure him because now, at this very moment, he is already walking towards me.
“Excuse me! Can you get me a drink?” he asked, smiling down at me, his teeth glimmering against his perfect luscious plump lips.
For a millisecond, I stand frozen. Prince Theo's eyes fixate directly on my bluish-hazel brown eyes. I felt my jaw drop in awe as he passionately approached me. His lips . . .those lips I wonder how it would taste if it were pressed against mine?
I was taken aback by the open mouth-tongue tied when I realized his face was just a millimeter away. It was too late. Those lips I fantasized about just a second ago are now devouring my red strawberry moistened glossy lips. It felt like heaven, and the world just stopped. I could hear my heart go pit-a-pat pounding quiet too loud. My knees felt weak and my body shuddering like iced water melting.
He is the kindest prince I ever encountered but — maybe not!
“Mind if you close your mouth, lady maid. I want my drink in an instant!” He deliberately commanded me like I was indeed a servant. A frown clouded his face, but I can feel how his eyes were searching for my face.
“Drink? What drink?” I said, my face bemused.
I’ve forgotten I switched with Olivia, and I am the lady maid, and she’s the princess tonight. I felt embarrassed! Good Lord! Oh, earth, please, swallow me now! It was not a kiss . . . a real kiss. . . not a passionate kiss . . . because my mind floated fantasizing daydreaming.
” Oh, drink? Yes, your drink!” I turned away from him, not knowing where I was headed to.
When I walked back to him, I bumped into my twin brother Byron. His eyes were blazing fire looking at me like he's about to strangle me and bury me alive. There is only one thing we can do amongst the five of us. We could talk in silence no matter how far we are apart. One can feel each other’s needs when in distress. Like our father Erasmus and mother Bernice, the pain of one of us spreads through to the rest of us.
“Why are you dressed as a lady maid, Prima?”
“Mind your own business, Byron. Off you go! Chase your Princess Helga!”
Byron has already told Lucas, Teagan, and Malik. In a second, my four brothers cornered me. They made me feel it was a crime to lay my eyes and adore one of the princes in Le Conte.
“What are you up to, our little evil angelic princess twin?” asked my twin brother Lucas with his piercing eyes on me.
“Mother and Father told us to watch over you. Are you alright?” As usual, my overly caring, protective twin brother Teagan.
“Why are you wearing those chambermaid clothes?” Questioned my frivolous hypercritical twin brother Malik. He always thinks he is highest amongst everyone because he is one of the princes of Egilson. He looks down on the commoners as mere peasants. Sometimes, I wonder if he is really one of us. But when it comes to me? He would turn the world upside down.
“Excuse me, what seems to be holding you up? My drink lady maid. I’m dying in thirst!”
“A second, Prince Theo. What kind of drink did you like?”
“Are you a moron or what? Water . . . water of course.”
“Oh, water?”
I was still mesmerized. Prince Theo’s gorgeously handsome than anyone here. Except for my brothers. I stood again, still like one of the pillars of the palace. I do not know what’s happening to me. Am I smitten? Is this what they call infatuation? No! Nooo! Nooo! I think I’m in love!
“Don’t ever get there, Prima! You are to marry Prince Demetrius when you turn eighteen.” Malik and Byron reminded me, still invading my thoughts.
“When will the four of you leave me alone? Stop invading my private life. I don’t intrude on yours.”
“You are too brave to talk to the princes here like you are one of us. Prince Theo yelled at me. My water! Give me my drink at once!”
“I-I’m . . . m-my apologies. F-Forgive me! I am mesmerized by your amber eyes that I don’t remember where to get you a drink.”
“Forget it! You’re an empty-headed brainless peasant. Why are you even here?”
I was honest. A pain shot through me when he refers me as a fool. I have no idea where to get him a glass of water. I don't see Olivia around. I could have asked where it is.
“Take back what you said! You don’t call my—”
“I am not here to study, remember? I am here to take the ring of life from him. Please, Malik, let him be!”
“Don’t you treat our lady maid like your poor servant, or I’ll turn you . . . turn you . . . turn-you-to-a-bullfrog!”
Malik quickly stood in front of me, and for the first time in forever, he defended a mere chambermaid. He is precisely like Prince Theo, a snobbish arrogant prince.
“What nonsense are you talking about, Malik?”
My brothers and I asked him in harmony. Then we silently burst into waves of laughter as Malik's face frowned and gave us his deadly stare. In a second, we all dispersed.
- Writer
