Wake up

Mellea opens her eyes in a strange, gray room with an acute smell of -she believes- washed. Beside her is a strange, pale boy who sits focused on his notebook. She bends over so she can see the boy more clearly. He is dressed in black and his hair is glued on his back. As he plays out at the shiny notebook- probably one of the human technology she's heard of- a wire falls off his wide-chain in his eyes. His almost feminine traits instantly get mad and nervously throws the notebook.

He pulls the hair when he instinctively turns to the girl and makes eye contact. Their faces are a few inches from each other and the boy smiles amused.

The girl wakes up from the dream and tries to send a ray in the boy's eyes but without effect. He laughs and she gets her mad, takes the pen and tries to put it in his eyes. Before she is halfway through the attack, she is turned with all her bed in the opposite direction. She remains a few seconds shocked and then returns with her face to the boy. In his blue-gray eyes she sees storms, sees cold waters, sees forgotten caves and sees intense fire.

Wake up! Her brain is screaming at her.

She jumps to attack him but the boy sends a breeze that leaves her in the air.

,,Strange" says the boy with a wicked smile on his face.

The girl falls back on the bed. The boy gets up and brings his shiny notebook again and the pen from under her face. After a few moments of silence this curious one turns to see what the boy is doing there. The surprise does not delay to appear on her face when she sees who the boy draws.

Same brown eyes, same dark skin, same shiny freckles. Even the fangs that come out of the big mouth are there, even the scars.

Is her.

"Yeah, it's you." tells the boy.

Mellea stares at him.

"Do you need anything?" asks the boy.

She beckons no.

"Do you understand what I'm saying? Maybe I don't pronounce correctly in your language."

The girl beckons him that it is fine.

"Don't you talk?" He asks.

She approves him.

"Because of these?" and points to the cut on her neck.

She beckons like that's not why.

"Ok, your job."

She touches the thin line of burn he has from one side of his ear to the neck.

"It hurts. Dad did it."

A men enters the door like a wave.

"Miliam! I told you to tell if she wakes up!"

The boy smiles.

"She wake up!"

The old man plays with his hair and the boy gets upset and tries to save his style, too late.

"My name is Philip Grace, I am some things here, among which your doctor and the grandfather of this devil."

The boy makes a face at the old man and he beckons him to introduce himself.

"I am Miliam Grace, Son of King Arnold and beloved Queen Minerva, less favorite prince."

Mellea looks at him as she understands the feeling.

"That's not true!" a strong voice is heard.

A beautiful young men enters the room. His clothes are simple and his hair is mess up. They make eye contact, his eyes are pure black but warm. He almost looks like a normal boy, but the crown breaks the fantasy.

"You are my favorite prince, aaand" with more enthusiasm "my favorite brother".

"I am your only brother."

The boy looks at her and she swallows dryly.

"I am Prince Maximum Grace, Prince of Olimpya, Greatness Nation Of Gliese, General of the 13 army, Son of …"

The girl doesn't listen but looks at him. And after she stops admiring him she thinks at ways of escaping. She tries to think at ways of escaping.

,,We don't care." says the young prince.

Mellea smiles. This little show remembers her of her big brother. At least this big prince looks, for now, as a decent person, her brother is a jerk. Even as that, she asks herself if he is fine after the battle. If her father is fine. If the army is still a thing. She can't remember to much, but the little that she remembers is fascinating for her, in a very strange and ill way.

"Boys, we have a guest." says the old man so that the two princes would stop acting as clowns. "Now, Max, for whose fact do we owe the honor of your visit?"

"Ow, sorry. The king wants to see her."

Philip raises his eyebrow to the boy and he corrects his mistake immediately. He turns to the girl and says in a polite tone.

"The king is waiting for you."