By: Mikaila Minott
A wavy mop of brown hair filled the sight in my eyes as I drifted out of my sleep. As it grew from the bottom of my window, a small pale face emerged too. The sunburned nose and even more sunburned cheeks gave way for the skinny frame. Sunburned cheeks and a skinny frame. A snail pace. A delivery boy.
“Damian!” I squealed as the rest of Damian’s body fell from my window. He plunged to the floor sending his tiny wooden package tumbling across my soft white floor.
He quickly stood, brushed off his velvet purple uniform, and bowed with the most admiration ever.
“Good morning princess. I’m sorry disturbed your sleep.” He spoke quietly with his head swallowed below his shoulders. The formality in his voice shocked me. The strength in each one of his gentle words reminded me of respect every servant in the castle was intended to use.
But it hit me more like an insult than the intended display of devotion.
“Damian. Don’t.” I heaved off the thick feather comforter and dizzily waddled over to him. He lifted his head and I stared into the light green eyes that laughed and mocked every one of my moves. A smiled crept onto his face as he laughed his charming chuckle.
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