My King

After dinner, I floated back to my room, but something wasn't right.

I was too happy, and things were too bright, my never-failing smile was too wide.

I was subconsciously on cloud nine when I should've been on cloud negative 8. There was school the next day, but all I could do was sit and giggle about things that happened when King was younger.

In my defense, Krystal's face being covered in white yogurt at Olli's birthday party and Eliza trying to do a cartwheel but ending up rolling into the pool would make any sane person laugh.

After getting all the way up to Welina, the girl that was here 5 people before Clara, I fell asleep.

The next morning I woke up literally glowing, and I mean g-l-o-w-i-n-g. Even the girls noticed.

"Um, good morning Ms. Brighter-than-the-sun," Kayla said sarcastically.

"What are you talking about," I feigned ignorance.

"Dude you look like you dipped yourself in invisible glitter that still gives off the shine," Kayla smirked as she eyed me.

I'm not sure what Nia was thinking but she was smirking to herself. I continued to watch her for a while and she could've kept her dirty little secret if she hadn't looked at King, then looked at me and refreshed her smirk.

"Nia!" I gasped with a slight smile.

"What?" She asked, not knowing that I knew what she was smirking about.

I looked at King then down at my feet and gave a smirk of my own.

She raised her brows and pursed her lips.

She looked away and I gave her a nudge on the shoulder.

But then I looked back to King, who, I also noticed, had the godly/goddess-ly glow I also possessed.

Is it too much to hope that King also was on cloud nine after dinner last night?

It- it totally is, I know what's happening to me. It's like invisible specimens are slowly but surely training me to go full worried-hopefully-soon-to-be-girlfriend.

Okay- but is it wrong I want to go full worried-hopefully-soon-to-be-girlfriend?

I mean what if he didn't like last night at all? He was super quiet and a little off. What if he sends me home today? I bet Emy'd be happy. I don't know why?! Then neither of us would have King!

Ok, ok, so what if, hear me out, me, he did like last night. I mean, he is glowing today. But he was a little secretive this morning, he didn't say much, he only answered me with 1 or 2-word answers.

Maybe that means he does wanna send me off!

But wouldn't he have gotten rid of me this morning instead of letting me come to school?

Or maybe he doesn't want me to leave because maybe he-

"Princess Perky?"

"Your Majesty?" I snapped my head up as soon as I recognized what he called me when he wished me goodnight yesterday.

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After walking close to our rooms in a comfortable silence, we stopped and turned to each other.

"Your life has been interestingly abnormal, Princess Perky," King chuckled.

"Excuse me, Your Majesty?" I asked, failing miserably to hide my smile at the nick-name.

"Perky? Your name?" King explained the most obvious part.

"Well, what about the princess part?" I asked with a slight giggle.

"Title of royalty, goodnight Perk."

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"Come on, time for 2nd period," He answered.

"Royals," I heard Kayla scoff as she left the room.

"That name is weird! Don't call me that in public," I lightly nudged him and giggled.

"As you wish, Your Highness," King chuckled.

"Oh no no no no no, you can't call me that," I crossed my arms and gave him a playful side-eye.

"And why not, Your Highness?" King asked playfully.

"Because I'm not… of… never mind," I pouted.

"Something wrong Princess?" He asked, throwing his own slide-glance.

"Nothing, my King," I rolled my eyes with an overly large smile on my face.

"My King?" King teased. I did nothing but look away with my lips pursed.

That slipped! That slipped.

"I did mean it-"

"I like it, my Princess," and again, it was time for me to be speechless. Hoping my caramel-skinned cheeks didn't just betray me, I bit the inside of my cheek.

Truly, I didn't mean like that. I meant like a butler receiving orders from the King and saying 'yes my King'.

Not like a person in a girl that has a boyfriend named Jake and is being all lovey-dovey by saying 'of course my Jake'.

Honestly, I hadn't even noticed we'd just stopped in the middle of the hallway and no one was there now.

"When'd you turn cheesy?" I asked, flustered, as I grabbed his hand and led him to class where I somehow forgot to let go of his hand until Jaylen asked about it.

Obviously, I was far too comfortable with King, it made me absolutely petrified but at the same time, it was the best feeling in the world.

Ew, that sounds like something I'd hear in a cheesy romance novel, but it's true.