Thread: A Royal Catastrophe (Mali and Quix)

Well there goes the entire fate of the UK if I that be the case. She deadpanned, an unladylike snort sounding from her. If she were to learn on the job, chances are then that shed run the country and other lands the monarchy ruled over right into the ground, possibly in flames that not even the strongest phoenix could rise up from the ashes. Then again, in comparison to rogue British agents and the Russians who wanted control, how much worse could she do? Pressing her hand a little firmer to her wound, Sky glanced to him but her attention quickly averted at the sounds of sirens that quickly passed by their moving vehicle. She sunk down in her seat, as if afraid to be sighted by themsuch a silly notion, reallyand she once more glanced toward her British savior. Not that shed actually regard him as a savior but essentially that is what he was. A princess? She scoffed. Hardly. If you only knew the list of my bad deeds, certainly not that of a princess. Plus, she always hated it when anyone referred to her as a princess. The only person she let get away with that was her dad but only because it sounded nicer and not so stupid coming from him. Sky thought whether or not to mention she had five boyfriend, all of whom would most likely miss her. She didnt even feel an ounce of regret toward leaving. She couldnt say the same, that shed miss them. Her heart was too heavy for the loss of her father and now her mother, it was like she didnt have room to miss or mourn for anyone else, especially her five boyfriends who all had too many flaws to be remotely worth her time. It was all really about sex and safety blankets. None of them were the one. If they fused into one, they just might be but she had too high of standards. After all, she had a strong mother and an incredible father who certainly raised her bar of what she expected in a man. But then again, it might be the fact that she was too career driven. But her dreams of becoming a part of some well-known dance company were shot into the gutter. Though she did wonder if she could do both rule a country and still live her dreams of dancing professionally. Somewhere in her heart there was that nagging feeling. It wouldnt be possible. Itd be either or, but not both. And considering who she was raised by, shed sacrifice her dreams for that of a country, if it all really came down to such. There were still so many things she didnt know, she didnt want to make up her mind on a whim without knowing all the facts. So for now, she was resigned to following this guy while still upholding her hope that she could dance professionally. She caught the carefree look in his eyes, as if of humor or amusement but it quickly faded away. Was he always going to be so straight-laced or would he find a way to let go and enjoy himself? Or was it just because he was a Brit and this is what they all were like, even the recently deceased Queen of England? Shaking her head, she looked out the window as he spoke. He was certainly fascinating to listen to. She was always capable of going weak at the knees for a person with a sexy accent and this guy certainly had that. Oh goodness, does that mean theres some part of him that is actually sexy? She almost groaned in dismay at the thought because she knew the answer and she hated it! All she could do was nod her head at his suggestions. Yeah, sure. Whatever. She mumbled, shrugging her shoulders to further emphasize that she didnt care. Neither was she fooled into thinking she actually had a choice. Chances are, if she actually did have a choice, shed choose the wrong one anyways. Then theyd have this fight with him trying to see her way and it just didnt seem like a good idea one bit! Plus, she wasnt in the mood to fight with him. She was too tired and in too much pain. Sky chose not to comment on the rest of it. She didnt want to think about how suddenly complicated her life became. Instead, she remained silent for the duration of the drive. It was completely uncharacteristic of her since she hadnt been a quiet kind of person since she was five. But with everything she felt right now, talking was the last thing on her agenda. She wanted her wound tended to, which he could do since he was apparently trained in first-aid, and she wanted to sleep. They finally arrived to their accommodations that night. Some rinky-dink seedy looking hotel, passing a line of hookers along the way. It even had the ever handsome offer of cheap porn. Oh nice. Some entertainment for you to enjoy after I pass out. Be sure to watch it from the bathroom. That is something I do not want to see. Talk about a nightmare. She managed a laugh, though it was more so humorless than actually full of life. Stop calling me a Queen. I am not a Queen. I am not royalty. I am just a regular American girl. She actually snapped at him. If he made any more references to her supposed royal blood, she was going to drop kick him and she didnt even know how to do that! Getting out of the car, she slammed the door shut. She moved her hand from her side, wincing as she did so since her hand was the only thing alleviating the pain right now. Sky marched up into the sad excuse of a lobby and practically glared at the concierge. Room? He asked. Yes. One. Two beds. She sounded miserable. I have only one room left. One bed. She glared harder at him, even gritting her teeth. Fine. She hissed. He didnt seem at all fazed, as if she was nothing in comparison to the rude people he dealt with on a regular basis. Can I see some ID? Do I look like I have my ID on me right now? If you were smart, you would. Talk to my fucking pimp. Hell take care of everything. O-Oh? Y-Youre He seemed to suddenly change tact. Going from bored and uninterested to shy and a bumbling idiot that screamed virgin! H-How much? She leaned her elbow on the counter, her fingers combing into her hair out of frustration. What? She asked, her hand falling from her hair and slamming on the counter. You actually think Im a whore? Do you really think Id even blink once at you if I was?! I have standards, you creepy perv! D-Do you still want a room? He stammered, still believing that she was a hooker. NO! She turned to storm out, only to nearly slam her body right into Bens. We are not staying here. He thinks Im a hooker! B-But you said She turned and shot venomous daggers at him. It was a joke ! But the man still thought she was a hooker and by the arrival of Ben, he thought the sharply dressed man was actually her pimp.