Lady Illea (Lady Illea #1)

Chapter Sixteen

""Listen," Constance spat. "You petty little six-"

"I may be a six" I told her. "But it is you that is below me because no lady would ever display such horrible mannerism"

Constance clenched her jaw and I could tell she didn't know what to say. "Jealously is a terrible disease little Six" she glared at me. "Get well soon"

I crossed my arms. "You see right around now is the time I'd give someone a nasty look. But of course! Seeing that you already have one..."

  Constance grunted and stomped away, her pack of followers close behind her.

Cecilia laughed so hard she had to grab onto one of the tables. "Alessandra"

I chuckled and grabbed a plate. "Oops?"

"Excuse me"

My heart stopped.

   Cecilia turned her head and she smiled.

"Your majesty"

"I'm sorry to interrupt, I was just wondering if you could pass one of those napkins" he stood next to me and I turned my head avoiding eye contact.

   Thank God my hair was so long. It covered my face. I reached for a napkin handing it to him and he thanked me.

"Your welcome" i said.

"Umm" his eyebrows pressed together and he looked at Cecilia. "Forgive me but I missed your name."

She smiled and they shook hands. "Cecilia"

He smiled. "Lovely name." he turned to face me. "And you? Ms?"

"Oh look!" Cecilia said. 'There's Ora! I should go bring her some cake!"

  I stole a glance at her but she disappeared before I could glare at her.

The Prince chuckled. "She's sweet"

"The sweetest"

The Prince was looking at me but I tried to ignore his stare. he cross his arms leaning against the table and continued to look at me.

"You have beautiful hair"

"Thank you"

"Do you have a name?"

i nodded.

He chuckled. "Well please do tell"

   I sighed heavily. I figured it would be no use. I might as well just show my face, besides. He would find out anyway. So I tucked my hair behind my ear and finally met his gaze. When I did so his eyes widened and recognition flashed across his features.

"Wait," he said. "I know you. I've seen you before. Its you"

I shrugged. "Yes?"

He stood up quickly and turned to face me. "I can't believe its actually you I've been looking-"

"Yeah..." i rubbed my arm. "Sorry about the rock throwing"

"No its just I..." The Prince looked at me and shook my head. "Wait that was you too? I don't-?"

I looked at him waiting for an answer.

"Oh. Oh. Oh!" he extended his hand. "Alessa"

I smiled and shook his hand. 'Princy Boy. Pleasure to see you again"

He smiled. "You look beautiful. Even lovlier in the day than in the dark"

I laughed. "Thank you. I noticed you like riding horses not only during the night but also the day."

The Prince smiled and it was the kind of smile that made me smile. "I like animals more than people."

"I like everything more than people" i said. "People are too much to handle" 

He chuckled. "You like horses"

I smiled and nodded. "I love them. Aside from the always adorable bunny I've always adored horses" I looked toward the stables, almost out of instinct. "They're so majestic"

"Have you ever ridden one?"

I laughed. "That's funny"

"Why?"

I rubbed my arm. "I've never even seen one up close before. Only from a distance."

He seemed intrigued. "Really?"

I nodded. "I had this family that I worked for back home. They had three horses one for each of their children. When I did the work in the gardens most summers I liked to watch their children ride."

"Would you like to?" The Prince asked. "Ride, I mean."

I sighed dreamily at just the thought of it. "I'd give anything"

The Prince opened his mouth to speak but instead a loud squeal came out instead.

We both looked over and Constance was running over. "Your Majesty!" she hollered. "There's a bee hive in one of the trees"

"I assure you Constance it won't sting you," I said slowly. "Bees don't like anything sour like vinegar"

Constance glared at me but the Prince didn't seem to catch the comment. "Lady Constance I assure you as long as you stay away from it nothing will happen."

"Your majesty there are bees everywhere!" she squealed.  She had a glass of red juice in her hands. "What if it comes to sting?"

     The Prince and I both chuckled.

"Well if it comes to sting Lady Constance you come for me and I shall make it go away."

Constance pouted. 'Fine then I-" a fly passed by and she screamed. "A bee!"

      More so on purpose rather than by mistake Constance practically threw her glass at me and her juice stained my dress. Constance squealed running away and I gasped. My beautiful dress was stained, there was juice in my hair, and I was completely embarrased. I grunted and shook the juice off my arms reaching for a napkin.

   She did it on purpose.

"Oh my goodness" the Prince grabbed a few napkins and handed them to me. "Are you alright?"

I shook my head. 'Its alright." I said brushing it off. "The color brings out my eyes"

 He laughed.