His Highness

Chapter 1

"Once upon a time, in a land far far away, there lived a perfect prince," an appeasing voice narrated. My eyes were shut close and it felt like I was in clouds. It was a warm, fluffy, and fuzzy sensation. "He met an independent and strong woman." That's definitely not me, I smirked. Divine yellow light shone in streaks from the top of the endless white. "His highness is awaiting your presence." Beep beep! Beep beep! Aargh! The world is swirling, it's turning black. Beep beep! Beep beep! My alarm clock! "Wake up, Ellie," I muttered to myself and woke up to find myself in a bed which was definitely not mine. Upon the realisation that I had shifted to the dorms of the best science university in New Orleans yesterday, I got up and groomed myself. I can't be late for the first day of my university. Ugh! The beds in the dorms sure are comfortable.

I stood in front of a huge dome shaped gate that lead to a parking and another congruent gate at the end of the parking. At the other side of the second gate was this extraordinarily large community with a lot of row houses but if walked straight on the path laid in front, a gigantic architecture pops. It is painted in a bright yellow with streaks of green at a few places. The building was several rectangles arranged symmetrically and the ones in the middle had dome shaped roofs. The sunburst windows gave the structure a more European touch. This was the most extravagant place I've ever lived at. From the dorm rooms to the well maintained huge community, to the infrastructure of the building. Everything! Everything was mesmerising. My apartment in Dallas is nothing compared to this. I love this place, although I should hate it.

I began pacing to the classroom in deep bewilderment. I was coerced to study here in exchange for my younger sister's safety. Alicia is the only person in my life that I am so attached to. Alicia is mute, she can't speak, but she is the most talented lyricist and music composer out there, and she is only thirteen! I have a special bond for her because I raised her through the years and she was my responsibility since the day she was born. Mr. and Mrs. Mayville, aka my parents who are now divorced and remarried to the each other, were too busy with their dramas to pay attention to her. I moved her out of woodlands to Dallas so that those two crazy people don't try to end her life again. They don't see how precious that young girl is. I don't feel good leaving her there, but I bought her a phone, she can text me at anytime. We can also video chat with sign language and she shouldn't have a problem conversing with my best friend who is currently replacing me as Alicia's guardian. Marie doesn't know sign language so Alicia has to use her phone and use a texting medium in order to talk to Marie.

"Ms. Ellie Mayville!" A hoarse voice called. It was our professor. I snapped out of thought, I was sitting in the classroom. "I am Edward," he said holding out his hand. The man was old and he had a lot of smile lines and wrinkles, he must've lead an eventful life. The few hair he had was completely grey. He seemed harmless and emitted a pleasant aura. I shook his hand and leaned back in my chair a little disgusted by his greasy skin. He began the introduction of the topics and welcomed the first year students. He was sort of flowery and his smiling Korean eyes gave peaceful vibes, almost like I was on a hill station alone and was enjoying a delicious orange juice. "So let's start-," he got interrupted by the creaking door. A black haired guy slid in. "Oh, hello Micah! I thought you were skipping again," professor Edward exclaimed.

I got a good look at this hottie. He had unruly black hair that fell to his slightly chubby cheeks but he had a rather precise jawline. He had black close set eyes unlike my right-green and left-blue feline eyes. And he had a small mole on his fair skin below his slender blush lips. Last but not the least he was a good six-feet-one and my five-feet-eight self felt a little overpowered, I don't usually feel overwhelmed so it is a new experience. He bowed his head and took a seat next to me. I got nervous and out of all the countermeasures for the nervousness, the one I chose was to wrap my wavy blond hair on my finger. He kept his hand next to mine on the desk, "our skin matches," he whispered. I hate this feeling. My stomach did a summersault. I feel sick. "The pairs for the term long student initiated assignment shall be according to your seating arrangement," Professor Edward announced. This. Is. The. Absolute. Worst. I have to work with a guy I am allergic to. How else do you define feeling sick around a particular person?