"You are late, princess," his voice whispered to me gingerly. I could hear the grin in his voice. "First of all," I spoke through gritted teeth. "I am not your princess. Secondly, stop talking to me." Completed: 01/04/2016 Highest Ranking: #108//Short Story #64//Teen Fiction © 2015-2016 Violet Addison -All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law.