CHAPTER 4: ANALIA

"You! You're the guy that brought me here!" I exclaim. He was in my room that night, I remember. He bought me here!

"Yes, I did Princess Liferia. You can't keep on running away all the time. How do you think we are supposed to get married if you keep on disappearing? We can't let you die, can we?" He says.

Did he also call me a princess? Marriage? And what kind of name is Liferia?!

I take a good look at him this time. He seems like my age. He has blonde hair and snow, white skin. His nose is straight and lips in a straight line. And the eyes, WOW. They have an intense, ice blue color, so intense, you could get lost in them. This guy is perfection.

I stare at him a moment too long and then feel everyone's eyes on me. I quickly look away. I should not be intimidated by this man. He's probably even my enemy.

"You might be the prince of 'I-Don't-Know-What', but I am a sixteen-year-old high schooler who has dreams to pursue and works at a bakery. I am no princess, for god's sake I don't even know where I am. You may be a very 'fine-looking' man, and probably think of yourself very highly to marry whoever you see that looks beautiful, but sorry to break your bubble, I reject marrying you, and now let me go back!" I tell him, sarcasm filling my tone.

"Woah! Easy there Princess," he says to me. Rage fills me. Do I look like some horse? For him to talk to me like that.

"Don't talk to me like that..." I grit out from my teeth.

I see Camara put a hand on the Prince's shoulder and she gives him a tiny squeeze and gives him a look that says, "Be careful."

Wow, I am actually... surprised at myself. I just said rude things to a real person!

For several seconds... Silence. It's really hot in this dress.

I see his fists clench under the table. Uh oh, I think I made him angry. He tries to not show that he's angry, but fails miserably.

He puts a fake smile on his face and starts to speak. "Ah, but Princess. You can't leave your duties at the Good souls to live as a mortal now, can you? And perhaps, you are forgetting the deal we made. We called it a truce if you marry me or there would be a war between the good and bad souls. And you know who has the advantage."

Right. So the keywords I heard were good and bad souls and a war? What is the Good and the Bad souls? I think I might be in the good souls' category from the way he is looking at me. Wait, probably not. I am not exactly that good.

"I am sorry," I say, careful with my next words, hoping I make no one angry because what they are talking about seems like a big deal, "But, what are 'the Good And the Bad Souls?' I mean, I understand they are souls from heaven or hell or something, but is there a kingdom or something?"

Okay, I had a really sweet and innocent tone when I said that, but still, the prince gets up from his chair and starts walking, angrily, towards me. I take a step back and get my feet ready and steady in case I have to run away.

He stops inches from my face and tries to calm himself down. God, he is scary. And wayyyyy too tall for a normal human being.

He speaks through gritted teeth. "Princess Liferia, don't act so clueless. You know no mortal looks like us so you can't fool me. Your world and people depend on you. Our marriage will be coming up soon. So I suggest you better. get. yourself. together."

And with that, he storms out of the room.

What has gotten into me? Or what have I gotten myself into? WHO HAS GOTTEN ME INTO THIS?!