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1. Soul's Mate?

Lucien Orsei

Never in the history of the Xeric Kingdom had there ever been a gay prince or any same-sex couple for that matter. Everyone knew the pairings were made to keep the Magic within the Xeric bloodlines. The ancestors had made sure when they made the spell, the magic would never run out. To ensure the magic never ran out they made sure that soulmates would always be male and female or at least that's what I thought. Until I saw him.

Yes, there was definitely a familiar if slight tug towards the tired-looking older boy who stood before me. His hair was brown with massive numerous curls and he wore those round hipster glasses. The kind that you weren't sure if they were for fashion or for actual eye problems. His face was chiselled into a greek stature but his eyes portrayed a softness that betrayed his masculine build and macho stance. He looked familiar and yet brand new.

Every fibre of my being was telling me this guy was my soulmate. And just to prove that the magic in my veins was not playing pranks on me he had the mark. His mark was half of my arrow insignia. I would have thought it a coincidence but the clear first three letters of my name were also present. How could this happen to me? I was already a joke to everyone within the Xeric Civilization. The only prince to not have a soulmate and now that I had one he was a he. I blinked again just to make sure what I was seeing was really it. To clear up any fog or misconceptions in my brain. Yup, definitely my soulmate. The pull was there tugging and pulling me towards him.

"Are you...?" I trailed off not knowing what to say. 

What do people even say to their soulmate? Something about him was off. He was not reacting to me the way I was reacting to him. His clothes looked normal almost as if he was just a normal human being. He didn't seem to have any of the distinct but tiny features of the Xeric Civilization. Was he...No. My soulmate had to be a Xeric, there was no way he wasn't. And yet something told me he was not.

"Cecile Quincy, Yes, I am. Look if you are here to beat me up, pick a spot and get on with it I have work to do." He said lifting his shirt to expose just a sliver of skin that was just shy of indecent. "And spare me the villain monologue of 'your father killed my father I will make you pay'. You princes are not very subtle."

I was taken aback as I stared at him mouth hanging open. "You are Cecile, of the..."

I trailed off as I tried to think of a way to imply that he was the son of the most infamous villain within our civilization. My brain was failing to compute everything currently taking place. Did this mean he knew what his father did?

"Yes, I am. Don't worry if you say his name your tongue will not fall off." He said rolling his eyes and looking at me like I was the weird one.

I took some time to trail his body with my eyes and I saw the bruises peeking from the collar of his shirt. He looked like he got into a fight with a wall and lost. I felt something deep and vengeful stir within me. Something inside me wanted to fiercely protect this boy with my life and I felt immense anger bubbling in me unguarded and unwarranted.

"Whoa hey... Look relax. You know how they have rules about fighting at school. I am not ready to get punished because some pretty boy prince can't control his emotions." He said taking a few steps back actually looking frightened.

"I am sorry," I said before walking away.

My hands were still trembling energy and static were coursing through me. My whole body felt like a live wire. I wanted to know who did that to him. I wanted to know who thought they had the right to walk around laying their hands on other people's property. My fury was now like a cloud brewing in me I felt my magic itch to crawl out from under my skin.