Thank you again, Mrs. Harris!" I say to the lovely owner of a small bookshop in the center of the city. I clutch my new book, Beauty and the Beast, and head out the front entrance, a small bell ringing as I do so. The streets of London are packed today. Which is quite annoying, seeing that most Saturday shoppers don't know how to stay to the left.

Why is it so busy? I scurry through the crowded shopping plaza. Every single dress store if packed to the point, from my sightings at least. Of course they're busy, King Luke's birthday party's next week. And everyone has to attend this year, picked or not picked to be presented before him.

And, like most girl's with major crushes on King Luke, they were probably head-over-heels with the fact that they were chosen to be presented to Luke.
Especially since he's the sex King.

Yep, they're probably thrilled!

Deep in thought, I smirk to myself. Picturing their heartbroken faces the day Luke finally decides to find a wife, settle down and take over as one of the three main Leaders makes me oddly happy. I don't know why, it just does.

As the image of broken hearted girls dressed in formal dresses still dances in my head, my phone goes off.

meet me at the coffee shoppe?

I smile, replying with a simple 'yes' to my best friend, Michael. Then, as I put my phone back into my pocket and turn my gaze towards the ground for a second, I feel something, or someone, slam into me. I hit the ground.

"I'm so sorry!" I shriek, standing up and brushing off my navy blue skinny jeans.

"No, mademoiselle, the fault is entirely mine." The thing, a man, I slammed right into replies, smiling and brushing off his navy blue suit. A King's Servant.

Shit. Why didn't I notice that sooner?

"What's your name, miss?" The Servant asks. You have to answer. "Kathryn LaBelle."

"Ah, what a beautiful French name." The Servant replies with a warm smile. "Advice to us both, maybe pay more attention next time?"

"Oui, monsieur." I answer, smiling kindly.

He chuckles. "Au revoir, mademoiselle LaBelle!" The Servant smiles, continuing on his way.

"Au revoir, monsieur!" I say, continuing towards the Coffee Shoppe.


You walked into a Servant?! Ryn, you're lucky you weren't punished!" Michael exclaims as I take a sip of my French vanilla tea.

"I know, he was super nice, though!" I reply as Mike takes a sip of his iced caramel latte.

"Still, you're lucky." He replies. "So, what are you wearing to Luke's birthday next week?"

"I still don't know, some kind of dress, I guess?" I say, tapping my fingers lightly on the metal cafe table. "What are you wearing?"

"This nice dress suit my mother picked out." He laughs. "It's hideous."

"Why, 'cause you can't wear a band tee with it? Or black skinny jeans?" I ask.

He rolls his eyes. "Exactly why."

I laugh. "Still wanna be a punk-rocker like Billie Joe?"

"Hell yes I do!" Mikey responds, his bright green eyes lighting up.

"You'll get there, I know you will." I say encouragingly, sipping the final drop of my tea.

Michael smiles. "And you'll be coming with me, right?"

"Of course I will! Can't have a band with one person, right?" I reply, giggling.

"And you can with two?" Michael laughs.

"Maybe?" I grin.

"You're insane, Kathryn Mae LaBelle."

"So are you, Michael Gordon Clifford."

"We can be psychotic together, Mae."

"Till death do us part, Gordon."

"Promise?" His eyes are shining as he asks.

"Promise."

Notes

Hiya! I'm super excited about this story! I hope you enjoy!

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