All of a sudden, as her gaze into the prince’s eyes had lingered, she’d felt light on her feet and her entire world had shifted into something soft. It seemed as if time had stopped, when she felt the heat of his words whisper against the back of her left ear, and caress the back of her neck. He was behind her, a shadow of sudden desire. His words had swept over her entire existence, and felt as if they were waves of the ocean. His waters. Gently, the idea of Lucian had fallen to Scarlett. Her entire world was full of sensuality, as her mind went empty. Lucian stroked a strand of her hair beneath her ear. “That’s confidential information, my honeybat.” He turned and faced her again. There was enchantment in his sunlit monolid eyes. They held the type of adventure that you knew you shouldn’t have embarked on, but desperately wanted to.
The high that Lucian gave off made her eyes heavy. It made her want him. He stroked the curve of her chin, only breaking eye contact for a mere second. Mentally, Scarlett was alarmed at his touch, as the spell then broke. Panic shot through her. She blinked twice, and shook at how hypnotized she was. Scarlett suddenly felt a wave of emotions; confusion, anger, desire. She knitted her eyebrows together, and shoved him.
“Okay. You’re disgusting!” Scarlett exclaimed. She hated being manipulated by magic. The Vampric girl suddenly shook away any temporary feelings that she thought she felt. She broke the contact of their gaze. She’d forgotten about the fact that some Fey creatures often had the gift of charm. She hated learning about that ability in the conservatory, Scarlett thought it was unfair and stupid. Yes, all magic came with its own fatal flaws, but she couldn’t possibly at the moment think of something that came out of having that gift that didn’t benefit whoever had possessed it.
He chuckled. Her expression grew livid and her eyes bulged, when she crossed her arms and glared at the royal blue-haired prince. “Wow, you’re really a sadist, aren't you? You gain pleasure at the sight of people’s discomfort.”
He looked taken aback, and snorted. “I’m Lucian Arlenhallow of Endlaysha. Royal chancellor and future king. I do what I like.” He said, with a dry chuckle, and shoved his hands into his pockets. “And please, I was only teasing.” He half joked. Scarlett felt as if she were going insane. She hated mind control. Having someone else there. Part of her wondered what would have happened if she’d picked up a Kilantra blade and decapitated him. Jail, most likely. Definitely not fun.
Scarlett felt rage inside of her, but the prince seemed amused. She unclenched her fists. She squinted her eyes. “And I am Scarlett Lenotine of Crimsroseyn, the capital of the Vampriclands. Future royal knight of the palace.” She paused, and laughed out of slight anger. “I do what I like, too.” Scarlett didn’t have time for trickery or games. What she needed was information. She placed her hands on her hips. “And you never answered my question.” She pointed out, and gazed at him in defiance.
Suddenly, before the prince could say anything else, they both heard footsteps.
“Sir. Your father would like a word with you.” A royal guard spoke, as she rushed through the double doors of the room, “Tis urgent.” Her voice anxious. Lucian’s eyes were still on Scarlett, as they were both too defiant to break it. Lucian felt no desire to use his gift on her in that moment because it only felt natural, and not something he’d artificially conjured up. The prince chuckled.
He looked her up and down. “Farewell. You have passed my test.”
Chapter|Six
Scarlett was sharpening her knives, a majority of them were custom made.
She’d gotten all her own weapons from a small shop that was about a mile away from Shylack. She liked to sometimes buy the pieces and put them together all by herself, at home. She’d often gather the different materials, and make them herself in her room. In total, she’d crafted a large amount of swords and guns. Chemical weapons also held her interest. In fact, she longed to own her own gun laboratory. However, her parents said no.
Weapons were something that she was always highly interested in. When Scarlett was younger she’d watch movies with soldiers and knights, and wished she were just that. A warrior. It also was a good distraction. A part of her liked to believe that if she wasn’t already destined to be a Vampric soldier she would have taken a career entirely different. Something more calming. Sure, training was merely an elective at the conservatory, but Scarlett knew it was something that she wanted to do in her future.
She tried not to think about the situation with her and Saytrix, or the picture, or the locket, or her weird encounter with Lucian. She hadn’t spoken to her family all night after the test. Her mind was racing. She sat on her bed with her head propped up against her bent knee, and studied the Flackimantra gun that she bought last year on her eighteenth birthday.
