...I should turn back but when the door rattles I know, there's no turning back now.
The door rattles, like locks being opened. There's a pause at the door, like whoever is at the door is contemplating whether or not to open. Like the universe was giving the person at that door an extra push.
Just as irrational as my decision was, the door opens. The squeaking of the door is what brings me to look up at the handsome male who opened the door, who I assumed to be the king.
To say he was handsome would be an understatement. He is beyond drop-dead gorgeous, like a god that fell from the sky. With a jawline that could cut glass, he looks amused with my shocked expression.
I expected him to be some old, 60-something man. His eyes are piercing blue, like a dark storm cloud, the strike of lightning, or the clear waters of the ocean that my mother would describe to me and just as enchanting. Like they hold years of wisdom in them.
His jet black hair a controlled mess, some parts slick back, other hairs falling gracefully on his god-like face. He is extremely tall, being around 7 feet tall. His tight black shirt exaggerates his wide shoulders with very muscly fatigue.
His eyes shining with a surprised look, clearly amused at my panic. The darkness barely making it possible to see his face, yet the moonlight highlighting his strong cheekbones and plump lips.
I must he been gawking because he flashed me a dashing smile that could sweep any girl off their feet and boy did his smile sweep me off my feet. It made my knees buckle underneath me and my cheeks flush red. He noticed that and stretched out his hand, urging me to take it. He started pulling me inside these doors.
My feet moving on their own, carrying me inside, making me feel like I'm floating. When I entered a long hallway presented itself. Illuminated by torches and decorated with pictures of old Kings and their families. A red carpet rolled out on the old creaky wooden door, the hall must be a few meters long.
Being whisked away by the most handsome King ever must have been a dream for most girls at this academy and it is also for me, but right now I am stressing so much, scared that he was gonna yell at me for so much as looking at him.
I'm sure right about now my band was going wild, alerting Mr. Anderson about a hundred times that I stepped foot in the King's wing. I was pulled up a lot of stairs. I snapped out of my thoughts when the King opened up an almost dungeon-looking door.
When we walking in I saw the biggest bedroom ever. It had stairs! Although it was only two rows of stairs, it's still stairs, in a bedroom!
The highest level is where his bed sat, left from it was a closet with mirror doors. The bed is in front of two huge windows that opened up to a balcony. On the lower area is an L-shaped sofa with a rectangular coffee table.
Besides the sofa were the bookcases, filled to the brim with books and a door next to it, going to who knows where.
The king still hasn't said a word, however, I didn't have time to ponder as he sat me down on the sofa, he acted like a child who just got their Christmas present. A very odd thing to see when the person looks like a Greek god and has the authority of one too.
He sat down in front of me, handing me a paper with the words: hello, what's your name?
What an odd thing to do, why isn't he speaking? I frowned in confusion but replied, "Kathleen and yours?" He scribbled down the name Levi. "The name suits you, hero," I said with a caring smile. And for a split second, I swear to whatever divine there is, I saw him blush.
We continued to talk, I offered we play 20 questions with him writing his questions and answers down.
I think we were 19 questions in and so far I learned a lot yet, nothing overly deep. By that I mean, I've learned small things but nothing I couldn't live without. I've learned his favorite color is royal blue, his middle name is Quentin, he can play the guitar and piano. He is also really good at chess and many more facts as such.
I point out that a teacher is probably on their way here as we speak, because of the I.B band. He frowned at that, looking upset that our time was being cut short.
I noticed that he seemed to trust me, a lot, I don't think he would say things like this as uncalculated with other people. I feel so much more myself around him like he unlocks parts of me that I didn't know existed.
He gently grabbed my hand, his hand feels strong like he's done a lot in his life. He handles me like a princess, like a new porcelain doll. It is reassuring that he is this kind to me at least. I have heard some stories, that he's this cruel king but to me, he seems like a sweetheart.
He moves his fingers over the grooves of my palm before working his way up to my bracelet. His touch sends shivers unlike anything else. Pressing his thumb to the little red light. It seemed to scan his fingerprint and when he removed his thumb the red light stop blinking. He deactivated it.
I have the last question and I'm asking the one that keeps bugging me. "Why don't you talk?" He seemed to panic a little, thinking about the answer just a bit. He bites his lip in thought, "Don't worry, I won't tell a soul." I say holding up my pinky, "Pinky promise."
He furrows his brows and looks questioningly at my pinky finger. "You don't know what this is?" I aks surprised, he nods his head and I laugh.
"I h-have never h-heard of s-such a th-th-thing." He stutters out. He sighed, his face showing, rather contemplating on how I would react. I chuckle, "What do you mean? It's so common, everyone does it."
His face gleams at me not being bothered by his stutter. "If you h-h-haven't noticed I'm not very c-common." He says, smugly, and curls his pinky around mine.
"You don't mind?" He asks after some comfortable silence. I shake my head no and he surprises me with a hug. I was shocked out of my gaze when a loud ringing sings through the room. Looking at the source of the noise I see a clock. Reading what the clock is screaming, realizing it's 19:48.
"Crap! I'm gonna be late for lights out." I jump out of my seat, ruining the moment we were having. Picking up my coat and run over to the hallway we came from. Before I could go down the hallway a warm hand envelops my cold one.
"Th-th-this way is f-faster," Levi says, slightly irritated with how long it took to say. He leads me to the door next to his bed, opening it up and walking with me through it.
After about 40 minutes of walking, we end up at the usual boring oak door. Right before I walk in Levi stops me, "I h-hope to s-see you again." My heart fluttered at his statement, "Every Tuesday?" I ask him, he lights up at my words. I take that as a yes and say my goodbyes.
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I would first like to say that giving Levi a stutter was not a move whatsoever to make fun of actual people with a stutter. I guess it's kinda to shine a light on people with disabilities as such and giving the King a disability is just to show you can be a boss even with a disability. It is also for story writing purposes.
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