September 14th, 2009
“Ah. here you are Jezebel. It took you long enough to get here. There’s someone I’d like you to meet. Jezebel, be polite and say hi to our guest, Prince Azariah.”
“A prince,” Jezebel thought to herself. “Finally, just what I wanted.”
Out loud she said, “Welcome to our kingdom, Pri…” It was at that moment that Jezebel first laid eyes on Prince Azariah. He was of average height, average build, average everything. His hair was red and he was covered with freckles and pimples. He was definitely not what she thought of when she thought about a prince. “I mean,” she tried again, ”Prince Azariah.”
It was at that moment that the prince first laid eyes on Jezebel, and the look on his face was not exactly the admiration she had seen from anyone who had seen her new looks. It was boredom edged with disgust, although she did have to give him credit for at least attempting to disguise the look and act regally as a prince should.
“It is a pleasure to meet you, Princess Jezebel. I hope I have not interrupted anything with my sudden appearance. Truth is, this is my first trip without my father, and I seem to have found myself lost.” He at least had the dignity to blush.
September 14th, 2009 at 6:10 am
Good choice of name.
September 14th, 2009 at 4:24 pm
You know, I thought you’d say that.