Chapter 4 Rose and the King from Alcibiades
Warning: unconsentual touch, this is darker than the other chapters
Yesterday was eventful to say the least, Ron ran into some random person's house to escape Bill and Rose bolted to the forest—and was found in a den of wolfs, literally.
While they might have not escaped Bill's wrath, and was bonk by a cane like stick repeatedly on the head, they were still alive and "well". But today was calm, Ron and Bill is off in the market doing god knows what, and Rose was off in the lands of Cyberteria hanging out with Xander her best friend
Ah, Cyberteria. The land that might give me lung cancer with all the pollution in the air, Xander was saying something about freedom and shit, typical American.
"And that's why Cyberteria supports free speech," he spoke in that tone politicians use when giving speeches.
"What?" I asked with a baffled expression on my face—because, why I'm the world was he talking about free speach?
"What?" he parroted back to me while looking at me directly in the eye. We stayed like that for a few minutes starting at each other, my eyes unblinking—while his blue eyes occasionally blinked, his blonde hair swaying gently in the air thanks to the gentle breeze.
I stared at her heterochromia eyes, those wide doll like, inhuman eyes. Those eyes I can just get lost in, despite them being a bit uncanny sometimes. Her left eye, a beautiful shade of yellow amber and the right... well, the right just looks like an endless abyss. Why do people that came from The Medieval Highlands look so weird and inhuman?
"Plew," I was taken out of my thoughts when she gently smck my face with the palm of her hand. What the hell? Her soft hand slide down my face and went back to it's position to her side, "There. No more awkwardness," she said proudly.
"You could have just looked away," I spoke and in response, she rolled her eyes, "Yeah, but it's still going to be awkward afterwards, you twat," I let out a chuckle. Of course, Rose thinks differently. What did I expected?
"Come on," I grabbed her hand and lead her deeper into the capital of Cyberteria, just to make sure she doesn't do any of her shenanigans...
Somewhere from behind a building a a thin man with greasy, shoulder-length black hair, sallow skin, a large hooked nose, and cold, blue eyes. He appears to be nineteen years of age—he was wearing a black tailored trousers, tucked into high, gleaming black boots. A black shirt with a high collar, and a black brocade coat, knee-length, fitted to his body with brass buttons shaped like tiny suns. He stands there, eyes focused on a particular doll like girl who managed to caught his eye—he watch as she was dragged into the capital of Cyberteria by a companion of hers.
Who is that mesmerizing creature? That soft looking pale skin, those rosy cheeks—and those wide eyes. Could it be that she's sent from heaven for me? Of course she is! Why wouldn't she? She's too perfect and innocent looking, and just for me. I let out a sigh and fallowed the direction the pair went to, "That blonde boy better not be her boyfriend. But if he is, he can easily be dealt with," I muttered to myself.
I drag her by her hand deeper into the capital of Cyberteri, eager to spend time with her. I glanced over my shoulder, only to see Rose eyes darting everywhere, "What are you looking at, Rosie?" I asked and slowed my footsteps so we can walked together side by side.
"Pollution is everywhere here," she mumbled. "It's not," I argued. "No," she shook her head, "it is. It's in the air, water and ground." I rolled my eyes, and shook my head dismissively, "Whatever you say, fairy."
"I'm not a fairy!" she protested, "I'm a changeling. And fairies are tiny things, like flies," she ranted. "Well, whimsical creature. I thought fae and fairy are just the same," I rolled my eyes. "No, fae is just an umbrella term," she scoffed.
"Well, you faes, are all the same," I said while pulling her along, "Eating suger water, making tiny bell sounds..." I trailed off, thinking what else are stereotypical for her kind—but before I can continue, she spoke up, "That's untrue, and you're being racist!" In retaliation, I pulled out a honey in a plastic packaging and held it right in front of her face, "Ooooh." She said in delight before I watch her literally snatch and ripped the packet open and started sucking the honey out of the opening she made. "Typical," I scoffed before pulling her along.
As the duo walked the thin man fallowed, he trailed behind them like a shadow, creeping behind the two underage children—spacificly the changeling one. His blue eyes fixated on her, especially on her face. That soft face he wanteed to touch, and those lips... Oh, the things he imagine to do with her. He clenched his hands, itching to touch her.
I can't help the feeling that we're being fallowed. Now, it might just be me being a paranoid bitch, but what if... I pulled Rose closer to me, before glancing at her to check if she also feels like we're being fallowed—and low and behold, she was just suckling that package of honey I got from the breakfast menu after ordering pancakes. "Wow, you're really into that honey. Huh," I spoked before adding: "You know that's just artificial, right?" I asked. "Well, yeah. I kind of expected it, especially if it comes from Cyberteria," she mumbled out a response, "Not everything here is artificial," she slowly turn her head towards me menacingly.
"You guys have 99% chemicals in your soil, and by extension—your food," okay, she may be right, but I'm not going to say that she is, "Whatever," I scoffed and continued on walking while dragging her along.
The two made it into a flea market, stalls lined up in a disorganized straight line—but, the thin man with greasy hair fallowed. He fallowed, determine to get close to the changeling girl, perhaps even touch her—and opportunity did come to him, unfortunately.
I watch Xander walk inside a building in a hurry to go to the bathroom. I giggled, because with how he was hurrying reminds me of a monkey walking on hot pebbles or coal—my giggled halt when I felt a hand placed on my shoulder, a shiver went up my spine as I look up to whoever this hand belongs to—and it belonged to a man with greasy, shoulder-length black hair, sallow skin, a large hooked nose, and cold, blue eyes. He flashes a smile at me, "Hello there, dolly," I physically tried to shuffle away, but his grip on my shoulder was tight, "I'm Eric of Alcibiades. Well, recently crowned King of Alcibiades. You don't look like you're from around here," his eyes look me up and down. Why is he looking at me like that? I don't like it.
"What's your name, little flower?" he asked, "Rose" I replied while looking off to the building Xander disappeared into, hopping he'd come out—please hurry, Xander—I don't want to be alone with this man.
Rose, what a lovely name, perfect for my lovely angel. "Rose," I repeated reverently, "What a lovely name, for a lovely girl," I added before bringing my hand that was on her shoulder to her cheek, tenderly caressing with my thump—and she back away, almost as soon as I touch her cheek...
oh, how cute. She must be shy—my Rose is adorable, and her skin is so soft. Before she can ran away and squeal or kick her feet in the air like any other girl, I quickly grabbed her by her shoulder again, "Now, don't be shy."
AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH! WHAT THE HELL! HELP ME! XANDER, PLEASE HURRY AND GET OUT HERE AND SAVE ME. My eyes darted to the entrance of the building he went to, and by the gods! The door is being open! Please let it be him, please, please, please! I'M A DAMSEL AND IN DISTRESS.
I let out a sigh. I should have not ate that, RIP toilet—you have served me well. I continued to push the door open, expecting Rose standing there impatiently—kicking a rock or something, not her being looking distress and—by the stars, is that the recently crowned king of Alcibiades!? The Eric Castile Maenoles!? Huh!? I saw Rose shot me pleading gaze, and the look on her face—it hurts, I much prefer seeing her smile. I immediately rushet over, and grabbed her by her wrist to pull her to me—and the smile on that man's face quickly vanished when I appeared, "Hay, Rose," I tried to play it cool, if I can just get out of this situation. "Rude vermin," I heard Eric hissed under his breath with venom laced in his tone, "Sorry to interrupt, Your highness," I tried to sound polite, but—I'm nit really sorry, fucking creep. "But, we have to go now," I added, before stepping back, pulling her with me, "Don't we Rosie?" I glanced down at her, "Y-yeah," she stuttered with a nod—before he could even respond, I run off with Rose to a more crowded part of the flea market.
My fist clenched at my sides, nails digging into my palm—my eyes narrowed as I watch that rat steal my Rose from me. That blonde haired bastard—if I get my hands on him I'll—! Calm down, Eric. It won't be a good look if I lash out. I let out a sigh, before breathing in and out, "I swear to you, my sweet darling, Rose—I'll get you one day," I muttered under my breath.
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