The Praxis Empire: A Short Story

Kayla stood, brushing off her dress of nonexistent dirt, only needing something for her trembling hands to do. "I am sorry, but I do not think it possible I 'm your daughter. With someone of my background, I 'd hardly ever be even distantly related to royalty, let alone the daughter of the queen of the Praxis Empire as well as one of the most powerful countries in the world. I offer my condolences," Kayla said with a curtsy before she left. Leaving the queen to stare after the small, lithe redhead, walking with the exact, purposeful stride of her mother.

Kayla holds back her tears. She won 't let her emotions get the best of her, won 't let hope try and build something so ridiculous only to have it knocked down with a few inked words. Even though she walked steadily through the gardens, as soon as she reached the castle, she bolted for the stairs, completely disregarding the elevator. She runs up the many flights, barely even panting as she tries to shove all thoughts from her head. …show more content…
She runs a hand through her hair, probably making it look messy and tousled but she doesn 't care. She needs the touch of her prince all of a sudden. She needs it. It feels as though it will comfort her on a level unknown to her. She doesn 't know when this became a development but it 's true.

She makes it to the prince 's quarters, slowly edging the door open before stepping over the threshold. She doesn 't get far as the door is slammed shut behind her and she 's pinned against the wall in a flash. The prince 's face is shadowed with a wicked smirk, tiny sparks of anger dancing in his light blue eyes.

"I think you 've been a bad girl," he coos, leaning down to brush his lips over her cheekbone. Her eyelids flutter shut and she leans her head back against the door, letting the feel of her prince wash over her in stifling