for my feet. They were adorable and these too matched, being made out of white leather and had the same leaf pattern along the edges.
“I am seriously going to try and steal this outfit,” I said to myself on a laugh as I looked at myself in the mirror. As for my hair, I had gone with the motto ‘when in Rome’ and I had brushed it as straight as it would go before taking two sections at the sides and plaiting them before joining them at the back of my head.
“Definitely a ‘when in Rome’ moment, although not sure what I'm going to do about the ears part,” I said to myself, giving my outfit one last look in the mirror.
“Well, I would suggest cutting them, but I'm not sure your King would approve, or mine for that matter,” the King’s sister said from the doorway and I jumped at the sound.
“Sorry, I do that a lot… startle people that is, I think it's because I'm always… what is it my mother says, ah yes, lurking and stuff. Anyway, you're probably wondering why I'm here again.”
“To enquire about the piss potting?” I joked, making her look at me as if trying to gauge whether I was serious or not before she relaxed enough to laugh when I gave her a wink.
“Well, we will always have piss potting together… well, not the actual act of it, just the conversation of it… oh, what a nice day again… this way!” She shouted this last part suddenly, as if blurting something else out was her way of dealing with moments she considered awkward. Like trying to dig herself out of a hole by unknowingly jumping into a new one. And it seemed as if she was constantly berating herself for saying the wrong thing.
But then when I burst out laughing, which obviously helped to ease her fears, she grinned at me. Which was why I walked up to her and said,
“I really like you and you are officially my favourite person I have met here so far!” At this, her eyes widened in surprise as if no one had ever said anything like this to her before. But come on, wasn’t she a Princess, because I’m sure that came with having loads of friends… didn’t it?
I mean, she didn’t seem shy but then I suppose in some instances, she did, like when she thought she had said the wrong thing. But then I had to say that I found her awkward social nature to be endearing and I really didn't know what she had to worry about, as she was so very beautiful.
But then I knew she was different, as you would have had to be blind in a place like this not to notice. And that in itself was strange, especially for a Fae being to be so petite, as so far most of the women I had seen were tall like the men, along with being slender. Basically, like your supermodels of the human world, only a whole realm of them. However, the King’s sister was only an inch taller than myself and she had plenty of curves, with rounded hips, a dainty waist and definitely more in the breast department than I had seen walking around so far. Gods alive, but back in my world she would have been considered a knockout and have guys practically drooling over her!
But then her attraction didn’t only come down to the way she looked, but it was almost like her soul just welcomed you in and this in itself made you wonder what had happened to this girl to make her so unsure. Like the uncomfortable way she held herself, as if someone had spent years stepping all over this girl’s confidence. She didn't stand tall and proud like she had any clue how sexy cute she was. But instead, looked far more comfortable hiding in the shadows and trying to be a part of them, instead of that of the world around her. As if all she needed was just a mere glimpse of it to be enough to make her content, when secretly her only wish was to be as a part of it, as her brother was.
“Wow,” I uttered and when she enquired about what I had said, I shook my head and told her it was nothing when in actual fact ever since I had arrived here, all that seemed to be happening was an overload of information