One Last Song - Rewriting

Chapter Three - Daniel Whitlock

'Sir? Sir?! Are yeh in there?!' She cries through the door but I block it with my back.

I sigh to myself in the peace and quiet. The room I am standing in is quite nice. There is a humongous double bed in the corner with rich, purple velvet drapes. There is a changing screen over in the opposite corner just beside a bathroom which, mind you, is slightly see through.

Not a very good product then. 

There is a fire place over by the door and a large bookshelf and a coffee table set as well. 

I walk over to the bookshelf and have a look at the books.

'Who's there!' I voice cries and I drop the book and throw my hands in the air. 

I look around the room for someone to be standing there but no one is there. 

'Hello?' I call out.

I hear someone gasp and rustle of sheets or fabric, I'm not sure which.

'Who is there? I'm warning you, tell me who you are!' 

Its a girls voice. The blood drains from my face.

'I'm Prince Daniel Whitlock. I'm sorry to intrude, ma'am.'

I bend over and pick up the fallen book and when I pull up, I find myself face to face with the girl in the middle of the ballroom.

She looks if possible, even more beautiful than she did earlier this evening. Her long, dark, curly hair has been let lose and it falls in beautiful chocolate waves past her perfectly alined hips. Her blue eyes were sparkling like the sapphire night sky but at the same time they were afraid. Her lips were full and carved in a frown. She wears a green velvet dinner dress that complemented her body shape and wasn't as large as her baby blue silk one.

A tiny gasp escapes her mouth. I put my hands back up the air, still holding the book.

'W-w-who are you?' She whispers.

'Prince Daniel Whitlock, my lady,' I repeat bowing slightly. She still looks slightly scared.

'Do not be afraid.' I say quietly, putting the book onto the coffee table but not taking my eyes off of her.

'I'm not afraid,' She says loudly. She sticks her nose in the air and I can definately see a bit of pride of how she has a bigger family heratige than me.

'Good,' I say. 'I say, though, you are awfully pale as though you had seen a ghost and that beautiful mouth of yours is openly frowning...but if you say you are not afraid, I'll take your word for it.' 

I smiles sweetly. I run my fingers through my hair. There are few seconds of silence as the lady outside had stopped attempting to bash the door down.

'Normally I do not speak to strangers when mother or father are not around but...' She holds out her hand, 'Lady Lucinda Godwin,' 

I look at her hand regardingly.

'You do not kiss the hand of the daughter of the High Maiden or the General of the Vamparian Aristocrats?' She asks the rehetorical question.

I walk up to her and take her hand gently and plant a soft kiss there. I look up from her hand and see her smile but it quickly disappears as she sees me look at her.

'Sit,' She says sweetly looking at the loveseat by the window.

I sit down awkwardly. She sits opposite me and scrutinizes me.

'Where are you land based? Prince Whitlock?' She asks. 

'England but I'm over here in Scotland for a few months. I'll be returning September this year.'

'Oh,' She says sadly, looking to the ground. I raise my eyebrows at her.

'I mean, oh,' she says, pretending to look more interested and serious. I laugh and she blushes. 

'You are an aristocrat, right?' I ask her. She nods.

'Yes, I am.'

'And if I may be so bold to ask...is a Vamparian Aristocrat?' I ask her. Her smile falters.

'Nothing. We are really no different from the rest, which reminds me, we should possibly go downstairs, i think everyone is waiting for us...well separately.' 

I put on a fake smile.

'Of course,' I say but before she opens the door for me to leave, I grab her hand in one swift movement and plant another kiss on it. Just a light one, but just so I'm not rude.

'Your highness,' He says.

'Your a prince, therefore, I should possibly bow,' She says and gives me a curtsey. 

I smile at her as she opens the door for me and lets me out...

well. There's something you don't do everyday. I think to myself as I walk down the marble staircase with a Vamparian Aristocrat right on my tail.