Previously....
Trix gulped as she watched their carriage left. She closed her book and sighed. How was she going to fix the problem that she had created.
Trix was deep in thought that she didn't even hear the yells coming from behind her. A body collided with hers and she fell to the ground.
"Milady, are you alright," a deep voice said.
Trix slowly opened her eyes and froze at the sapphire ones staring back at her. She opened her mouth and closed it like a fish. The man staring at her was drop dead gorgeous. The smiled at her and offered his hand and Trix nearly fainted.
She clumsily grabbed his hands. In one swift motion, he pulled her to his warm hard body. Trix hurriedly detached herself from him.
"Oh, don't mind me," on the ground still, her saviour gathered Trix's fallen book.
"Oh my God, thank you," she said genuinely, rushing over to him. He forcefully gave shoved her book into her hand and then went to check on the horse that nearly killed Trix.
'Well he is nice.'
"Don't mind him. He's had a bad day," Adonis said holding Trix's hand and kissed it gently.
Trix hummed removing her hand from his hold. She created a huge gap between them. Just then Ella and Poppy rushed out.
"Ginger, we heard noises. What happened," Ella asked worriedly.
"Oh, milady, I'm truly sorry for the commotion but all is well now," Sapphire responded with panty dropping smile.
"Excuse me, you are," Ella asked unimpressed.
He blinked stupidly at her.
"I am Prince Adonis Charming," he stated proudly.
'So his name really was Adonis.'
Suddenly a water droplet fell on the cover of Trix's book and her eyes widened.
"It's going to rain," she yelled then suddenly dashed into the house. A few moments later the clouds popped. Everyone dashed into the house except Trix's saviour who had to put the horses into the stables.
"When did you grow antennas," Poppy asked. Searching Trix's hair. She giggled and gently slapped her hand away.
Trix grabbed a few towels and went to the backdoor. She froze as she pushed the door open. Outside in the pouring rain was her saviour......shirtless. Trix gapped as she watched his muscles flexed as wrung his shirt. As his wet dark hair clung to his face, his beautiful face. Her teeth unconsciously bit into her lip as she watched as the water droplets rolled down the length of his torsos, down his abs. His magnificent hazel eyes suddenly met hers and she let her lips go slowly. He slowly approached her, building up tension as he went. Soon he was just an inch away from her. Trix could see specks of gold in his eyes.
The moment is ruined though when he grabbed the towels from her and walked away with another word.
Trix blinked dumbly.
"What the...."
Shook her head furiously.
"This is not real and you have a mission to complete," she whispered to herself, slapping her cheeks lightly.
She sighed and closed the door.
She went back to join the group, when she realized something. They were 7 teenagers in an empty house with no supervision.
Trix sighed and glanced at the table were she left her book. It was gone. She looked around and say her saviour flipping through her book. She rushed over to him.
"Can I have that back please," she asked nicely.
Her saviour closed the book and tucked it under his arm.
Trix's ears twitched as she clenched her jaw.
"You know your not like other girls around in this kingdom," he stated watching Trix closely.
She forced a giggle from the back of her throat that was not originally intended to be a giggle.
"Whatever do you mean," she asked forcing a little sweetness into her voice.
She couldn't lose that book. No matter how hot this guy was and how much she wanted to-
"This," he said holding up her pen.
Oh, shit.
She had forgotten that the people of this area, used quills.
"Uhm, ah, it's....it's....it's something that helps me with my time of the month," he immediately dropped it and Trix expertly caught it.
"And that's what I used to write done my dates. It's a period journal," she continued.
"But is empty," he said disgusted, shoving it once more into her hand.
"It's a new one," she grabbed her stuff and fled the scene.
She breathed a sigh of relief and opened her book. It was not empty. Which meant that only Trix could read it.
'Perfect.'
She skipped through the book and realized that it had documented her interaction with the guy who's name, she did not know.
"Why does this sound so sexual," she whispered to herself.
"It's rude to leave guests unattended, you know," Trix snapped her book closed, she turned and saw the prince enter the room.
"I'm not the lady of the house," she said raising from her seat to leave.
A hand grabbed hers and pulled her into a hard body.
"Nonsense, you are just as beautiful as the actual lady herself. But may I dare say a lot more curvier," he stated his hand moving towards Trix's waist.
Trix stood rigid for a moment staring at him.
"What's your friends name," she asked calmly and slowly.
He stepped away from her a little taken back.
"Tristan," he said confused.
"Tristan," she repeated.
She walked passed a shocked prince and rejoined her friends.
"We must be on our way," a third person said quietly. Poppy looked absolutely smitten.
"Thank you for sheltering us," Prince Charming said kissing Ella on the back of her hand. A pinkish color coated her cheeks as the prince gave her his signature look.
Trix looked around for Tristan but he was no where to be found. She sighed sadly.
~~~~The gentlemen left a little after and once again the ladies sat for tea and biscuits. Ella couldn't stop thinking about Charming and Poppy couldn't remove the other prince from her memory. Ginger was mildly infatuated with Tristan.....
Trix rolled her eyes as she closed her book. The way the story was going she would never leave this fairytale. She sighed as she stared at Ella.
"Prince Charming is a hoe."
Apples, oranges, lettuce, tomatoes, you name it. They all were here. What she was doing there is what Trix did not understand. She felt different, taller and everyone was looking at her, well every woman.She bit her lips as she contemplated the reason. She suddenly heard a gasp and watched confused as a woman fainted, falling in the arms of her companions.Just then a thought crossed Trix's mind.She hesitantly looked at her hand, her masculine hand.'Please don't be Charming, please don't be Charming, please don't be Charming," she chanted as she rushed to find a mirror. After a minute of senseless searching, she decided to settle for a bucket of water.Her/his hands gripped the bucket and slowly leaned forward. Her/his heart was going a beat per nanoseconds.It stilled at the sight before her.Why- of all the men in the kingdom was she him. The level of awkwardness running through her/his v
Trix blinked dumbly at Ella."What," she asked, eyes glued to Ella."I said I'm not going, Ginger," she repeated a little irritated."But why? I mean you said you would go when were talking before," she whined. Ella turned to look at her furrowed brow."With Tristan," she hurriedly added realizing her mistake."Yeah I did that for you," she said marching up the stairs. Trix followed closely. Poppy was in the know kitchen packing out the few vegetables that they had bought."What, how so?"Ella suddenly stopped in the middle of the staircase, causing Trix to almost bump into her."Ginger, I'm not blind. I see the way you guys were looking at each other," she stated smiling slightly.Trix stared at her dumbfoundedly. She opened her mouth to speak then closed it. She raised her brow pointedly then continued up the stair
"Are you sure you know where you are going."Ella released a frustrated sigh as she attempted to find her bearings."Yes, I'm sure. I'm just......"Ella suddenly fell to the ground. Eaton was immediately at her side."Are you alright," he asked worriedly, rubbing her back."I don't know," she admitted, tears running down her cheeks. Eaton gently brushed her tears away."I'm okay," she croaked. Eaton shook his head."Your obviously not okay."Ella stared at the now dark sky. She blinked rapidly trying to blink the tears away."You'll probably think of me a stupid little girl," she said hugging herself tightly."Or just a strong, independent woman," at those words Ella turned to look at the Prince, who was staring down at her with an unexplainable emotion in his eyes.She turned away from hi
Tristan slowly close the doors with the golden handles. He released a shaking breathe of relief. He took a step back and walked into Trix, who was petrified by the sight in front of her. "Are they real," she whispered at the jewels of many shapes sizes and colors. Tristan followed her gaze and gulped. "I knew this was a bad idea," he grumbled, turning around to check if the ogres were gone. He leaned closer to the door and peered through the cracks. The ogres were now sitting down, it appears that they were building a fire. No doubt to cook them on. "We are gonna be here for a while," he stated stepping away from the door. "Don't touch that," he yelled as Trix's fingers hovered over a spade shaped necklace. "Are you bloody mad," he said angrily marching towards her. "It could be cursed," he continued, brushing her hand away from it. "Chill, dude its just a necklace," she retorted backing away from hi
Trix groaned as she landed with a thud. She looked around and saw darkness. "Tristan," she called feeling around for him. "Tristan, where are you," she asked beginning to panic. Her hands patted the cold hard ground furiously. Suddenly they touched something hard, she immediately pulled her hands back and froze. She hesitantly reached forward again. It was slippery like glass but warm. Trix continued to feel the odd object when suddenly her hands touched fur. She stopped once more and felt her heart go still as warm air fanned over her face. It had a foul scent, like smoke. Trix pressed on further and nearly died when giant reptilian eyes suddenly appeared out of the dark. They glowed red and stared directly at her. Time seemed to slow as all Trix could hear was her frantically beating heart, pounding in her ears. She released a forced breath softly and slowly lifted her hands, earning another cloud of warm smoky air in her face.
Trix blinked dumbly at the person sitting on a gold throne with sapphires decorating its menacing figure. On the throne was a woman that Trix wished never existed in the real world or the one that she was in. The woman's slender figure was wrapped in a silk blue that made her look far more younger than she actually was. Her face was lightly powdered to give her a natural look. "Mrs. Weller," Trix said with venom on her tongue. In her mind she began to weave the reason why she was in her...lucid dream or wherever it was. She began to wonder if it was a coincidence that she was the one who suggested that she write this story. She even went a little further to think that Mrs. Weller was the one that sold Marcus the white powder. Suddenly a sharp pain went through Trix's thigh and she fell to one knee. "You will respect your Queen," a burly soldier growled, holding a spear. "Don't touch her," Tristan said coming to the rescue. He was hit in the back. He g
"It was the rule if Queen Celeste, the true Queen," Trix voices echoed into the silence as everyone held their breathe. "Queen Celeste was kind and warmhearted but she was also lonely. Yes, there were many suitors at court but the all wanted on thing....power. They didn't care for her or her kingdom, they just wanted the title 'king' added to their names." Trix said her voice loud and clear but her eyes were far away. "There was on suitor in particular, who was determined. More so that he started a war in hopes if forcing the Queen's hand into marriage, seeing that he was politically fit to be king and he was fit to lead an army seeing that he was a general," she said her eyes glazed over. "General Ivor," a faint voice whispered. Trix nodded. "The Queen searched love. The general seeing that decided that the best course of action was to kill her," as the harsh words left her lips, gasps went through the air. A true royal was a person capable o
Queen Beatrice stared at the self made woman before her. Oh, all the perils and troubles that it took to get her were she was. So how could she let some ‘little’ homeless girl take it from her. She was Queen, and she would be Queen until her last breathe. She will be sitting on the throne when the last breathe leaves that imposters mouth. A soft knock on her door averted her attention from herself. “Enter,” she said softly. The door slowly opened as her most loyal servant entered the room. “Symon, its so lovely to see you. Come a little closer,” the Queen said joyfully, raising from her seat and ushering the boy who stood shyly by the door. In her presence he was instantly a little kid. She was his role model and an excellent mother figure compared to his ‘weak’ mother as he liked to say that died to bring him into the world. The man that had come of age for too long ago, blushed as he steppe
Have you ever fallen asleep in a car and woke up in a bed? It was quiet the far opposite in Trix's case, wherein she fell asleep on the smooth, visually clean table of a diner and woke up with a face full of mud. Heavy rain droplets beaten down on her body which was covered by a soaked cloak and the mud around her, splashing a lot of muck on her. She raised her head completely blinded by the mud. Raising her hands to her face and dragging her elbows through the mud she managed to clear her eyesight. She wanted to scream so badly at the sight of tall pine trees looking over her, but didn't want a mouth full of mud. She raised up, on all fours and then sat on her heels. She stared up at the dark sky, hoping for the rain to wash her face but as if by a sick joke; the rain fall became minimal. She furrowed her brow and groaned, through her hood over her head and raising to her feet. She spotted her bag in the mud and grabbed it begrudgingly. She then turned and began trudging through
15 Trix jolted awake, furiously glancing around with wide eyes. She had returned to her bedroom. Everything as far as she could tell was back in place. Her laptop sat open, a few inches away from her. Remnants of the white powder sprinkled over it. Its screen was dark. Trix rubbed at her face, occasionally slapping herself in an attempt to wake up her brain. She was blinking furiously and her mind was processing everything slowly. She was hungover. She grabbed a water bottle sitting on her bed and drank the entire thing. Once she finished her head descended into a swirling mess. She squeezed her eyes shut and waited for the feeling to go away. Her stomach churned and she felt like throwing up but the vomit never came. "I am never doing drugs again," she promised, holding her now aching head. She took a few moments to read before she decided to check her laptop. It was as she typed her password, she remembered her assignment. She typed faster. She had fallen asleep immediately afte
Trix patted down her dress nervously as she walked back into the ballroom, fully aware of her environment. She could feel the eyes of her opponents on her as well as the beading eyes of the guards. She raised her chin as she approached Tristan and the half drunk princess. She dipped into a curtsy and smiled as she reached them. “All is well I hope,” she said but was ignored when a tall rugged looking gentleman intervene. “Your highness, I wish to extend my gratitude to you for your lovely invitation to the this marvelous celebration,” Trix refused to roll her eyes at the obvious displeasure his voice held. Rexus was Sapphire born and despised Crimsons. More importantly he was a cold blooded killer, who took pride in his kill. The Crimson Princess and a few Crimson Knights would surely boost his fame and the stench of fear that would go well with his name. He gently took the princess’s soft ha
Lord Kys guided the young ones towards the gate. What laid behind it was unknown to him, for its nature was ever changing. The last time, as he recalled from the as and smoke and the disheveled state of the sole survivors clinging to each other and bruised, it was not good. He was reluctant to tell Trix and Tristan, for he did not want them to worry. They wore obviously quaking in their boots even the stoic, Tristan. Lord Kys chuckled to himself, he was confident of their survival. “This is it,” Tristan asked as they paused before an archway, littered with thorns and roses. Lord Kys nodded. Trix inhaled deeply. If she was going to die, she would go down with a fight. Also she had gotten away with worse, well not worse but potentially locked away in jail for a good while. She ran her hands through her hair and tried to channel the adrenaline junkie who stole her school’s rival’s trophy from a
Queen Beatrice stared at the self made woman before her. Oh, all the perils and troubles that it took to get her were she was. So how could she let some ‘little’ homeless girl take it from her. She was Queen, and she would be Queen until her last breathe. She will be sitting on the throne when the last breathe leaves that imposters mouth. A soft knock on her door averted her attention from herself. “Enter,” she said softly. The door slowly opened as her most loyal servant entered the room. “Symon, its so lovely to see you. Come a little closer,” the Queen said joyfully, raising from her seat and ushering the boy who stood shyly by the door. In her presence he was instantly a little kid. She was his role model and an excellent mother figure compared to his ‘weak’ mother as he liked to say that died to bring him into the world. The man that had come of age for too long ago, blushed as he steppe
"It was the rule if Queen Celeste, the true Queen," Trix voices echoed into the silence as everyone held their breathe. "Queen Celeste was kind and warmhearted but she was also lonely. Yes, there were many suitors at court but the all wanted on thing....power. They didn't care for her or her kingdom, they just wanted the title 'king' added to their names." Trix said her voice loud and clear but her eyes were far away. "There was on suitor in particular, who was determined. More so that he started a war in hopes if forcing the Queen's hand into marriage, seeing that he was politically fit to be king and he was fit to lead an army seeing that he was a general," she said her eyes glazed over. "General Ivor," a faint voice whispered. Trix nodded. "The Queen searched love. The general seeing that decided that the best course of action was to kill her," as the harsh words left her lips, gasps went through the air. A true royal was a person capable o
Trix blinked dumbly at the person sitting on a gold throne with sapphires decorating its menacing figure. On the throne was a woman that Trix wished never existed in the real world or the one that she was in. The woman's slender figure was wrapped in a silk blue that made her look far more younger than she actually was. Her face was lightly powdered to give her a natural look. "Mrs. Weller," Trix said with venom on her tongue. In her mind she began to weave the reason why she was in her...lucid dream or wherever it was. She began to wonder if it was a coincidence that she was the one who suggested that she write this story. She even went a little further to think that Mrs. Weller was the one that sold Marcus the white powder. Suddenly a sharp pain went through Trix's thigh and she fell to one knee. "You will respect your Queen," a burly soldier growled, holding a spear. "Don't touch her," Tristan said coming to the rescue. He was hit in the back. He g
Trix groaned as she landed with a thud. She looked around and saw darkness. "Tristan," she called feeling around for him. "Tristan, where are you," she asked beginning to panic. Her hands patted the cold hard ground furiously. Suddenly they touched something hard, she immediately pulled her hands back and froze. She hesitantly reached forward again. It was slippery like glass but warm. Trix continued to feel the odd object when suddenly her hands touched fur. She stopped once more and felt her heart go still as warm air fanned over her face. It had a foul scent, like smoke. Trix pressed on further and nearly died when giant reptilian eyes suddenly appeared out of the dark. They glowed red and stared directly at her. Time seemed to slow as all Trix could hear was her frantically beating heart, pounding in her ears. She released a forced breath softly and slowly lifted her hands, earning another cloud of warm smoky air in her face.
Tristan slowly close the doors with the golden handles. He released a shaking breathe of relief. He took a step back and walked into Trix, who was petrified by the sight in front of her. "Are they real," she whispered at the jewels of many shapes sizes and colors. Tristan followed her gaze and gulped. "I knew this was a bad idea," he grumbled, turning around to check if the ogres were gone. He leaned closer to the door and peered through the cracks. The ogres were now sitting down, it appears that they were building a fire. No doubt to cook them on. "We are gonna be here for a while," he stated stepping away from the door. "Don't touch that," he yelled as Trix's fingers hovered over a spade shaped necklace. "Are you bloody mad," he said angrily marching towards her. "It could be cursed," he continued, brushing her hand away from it. "Chill, dude its just a necklace," she retorted backing away from hi