Jewel’s Secret ..Continued (Part 3)

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“Don’t push your luck. I compliment guys that I know I would like to have for dinner.” I smiled smugly. “So, may I ask why you came to my quarters this evening?”
“Yes, well, I just wanted to inform you that the ball for tomorrow is arranged by Princess Celia’s fiancé. He is the prince of Schmuck.” He said in a concerned voice.
I gazed out my window. “Is this so-called fiancé attractive?”
“Jewel. You just ate. You don’t need him.”
“But I want him. My appetite is increasing with every passing day. I need more than just two humans per month now. I NEED more.” I said with an exasperated sigh. I had never felt so desperate in my whole life. I wish I could just get rid of this curse.

Royce raised his eyebrows and turned to face me. I didn’t look in his direction but I could feel the intense heat of his glare.
“Jewel, are you sure? This is not a normal self-conceited prince. He served time in the war before and is highly skilled in combat. I highly doubt you can suppress him like the others.” When I didn’t reply, Royce continued. “Why not choose an easier prey?”
“You know why. The better they look, the tastier they are.”
“I wonder if I am delicious.”
“Don’t flatter yourself.” I said sternly. I never used a harsh tone with Royce, no matter how inappropriate the timing of his jokes were but I had a feeling he wouldn’t be helping me out with this victim.
“Your Highness, I must advise against this. I really don’t think that is a good idea. You might get caught and-”
“Are you going to help me or not?” I finally shifted my gaze towards Royce. His face was red from anger but I knew he was worried about me getting caught. I knew he wouldn’t want my secret to be revealed because I would probably be imprisoned or whatever they do to punish pretty princesses who drain people’s blood. I knew he cared enough to not want that.

Royce didn’t say anything for a long time. We just stood in awkward silence; both of us having a staring and breath-holding contest. Finally, he looked away.
“I will let the queen know that you are going to attend the ball tomorrow.” He bowed once and left my room.
I jumped on my bed, messing up the arrangement of the pillows. After taking my headphones off my nightstand, I started to lose myself in the melodic voices of Conor Maynard and Post Malone. After a few minutes, my eyelids started to get heavy and I don’t know exactly when I fell asleep.
The next morning, a loud squeal jolted me out of my bed and onto the floor. “What in the world?” I murmured on seeing Jared, my immature brother towering over me.
“Jewel. Guess what?” He looked extremely eager for a boy who hadn’t even reached puberty yet.
“eBay has a life for sale?” I retorted, grabbing my pillows that fell off the bed.
“No! Princess Celia’s fiancé is here. He is going to join us for brunch. Is that not wonderful?”
“Remarkable. Now if you will excuse me, I need to get ready.”
“Why? No guy would ever want to talk to someone as boring as you.”
“What makes you so exciting?” I replied before gesturing to leave the room.

Once he left, I started going through my closet, deciding on what to wear.
After what seemed like an eternity, I decided on a fuchsia tunic dress and black platform heels. I didn’t bother with makeup or anything else. Besides, I didn’t even know if I could have this so-called untouchable fiancé or not. I carefully traipsed down the stairs, trying to look indifferent when, actually, my heart was pounding faster than fireworks on the fourth of July.
Royce met me at the end of the staircase but he didn’t even look in my direction when I approached him.

“The King and Queen request your presence at brunch with the Prince of Schmuck.” He said.
“Thank you.” I made my way towards the dining room and found my mother and father seated at the royal dining table. The stranger seated next to my father was hard to see. His back was turned towards me but his posture oozed confidence and pride. So much for not being another cocky man.
I kissed my father’s cheek lightly and circled round the table to find my seat next to my mother. I glanced up to see the fiancé. I don’t think the word gorgeous did justice to his looks. He had light brown hair, hazel eyes and chiseled cheekbones. He was dressed in a charcoal Armani three-piece suit. I don’t know if anyone noted the drool forming at the end of my mouth but it was definitely there. I could feel it. Warm, wet and slobbery. However, Mr. Fiancé observed it and he called me on it. We engaged in a silent conversation.

I can see you checking me out.
I was not.
What were you doing staring at my face then?
I was recalling that God has a great sense of humor.
I think that you are so-
I don’t care for your opinion.
I know everybody is allowed to act immature once in a while but don’t you think that you are abusing that privilege?

I stood up, my eyes flooded with fury and rage.“How dare you?” The words were out of my mouth before I could even stop them.
My father turned to me and raised his eyebrows.
“Who dares what, Jewel?” He said in a soft but cautioning voice.
“It’s nothing. Sorry.” I murmured, sitting back down in my chair. My face was still red from anger but my heartbeat had slowed down like the pitter patter of raindrops on a wet day.
When conversation continued between my parents, I took a glance at Mr. Fiancé. His eyes gleamed with mischievous amusement.

Jewel zero, Mr. Fiancé one.

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