The Last Daughter novel Chapter 2

Xyra's viewpoint

   Someone up there loves us for this trip. First, all the sandwiches we could eat, and now sugar heaven? We rushed to the table, literally bulldozing people out of the way. My mind almost burst from how many there were.

   "So much to choose from, my mind is going to explode!" Moira shrieked.

   "I am already salivating, where do we begin?" I cried.

   "April, April would kill us if she misses this," Zeph said under her breath, "and she always knows where to start from."

   I turned and caught sight of her. "April! Over here!" I shouted, not caring if it wasn't a proper manner. April averted her eyes from the lady she was talking to, her smile still on her face. My shy princess had become more social after attending many meetings as a beta female. "Paradise," I whispered, pointing at the table.

   Her forest green eyes turned to gold as they glowed with excitement, startling the lady looking at her. She roughly pushed her glass into Lex's hand, pushed the man in her way aside and practically ran to us. Immediately she got to us, she pulled me into a hug, causing me to laugh.

   "So, where do we start from?"

   "Something new!" She exclaimed. Nothing could make her this excited except the thought of eating pastries. We weren't allowed to eat any pastry with sugar of more than 10%. So when we got our freedom and tried the high one, we fell in love.

   "That looks delicious," Moira said, pointing at a bubbling fountain that looked like pink lemonade and chocolate. My eyes fell on something that instantly caught my gaze. It was golden with three green circles and a lot of rainbow sprinkles. It looked like spudnut doughnuts but at the same time, it looked like some kind of puffy snack.

   "What about that one?" I asked, turning April's head to look at it. She hummed and walked closer to it with me behind her.

   "What's this?" She asked the maid standing close to it.

   "Our royal chef's special creation, apple-lined creamy golden puffs with sweet berry rainbow sprinkles. The sprinkles are rare and another creation of our chef. Wanna try it?" She asked with a wide smile.

   "Why not?" I smiled back, grabbing one from the tray. The others took theirs. "Ready?" They nodded. "One bite!" We all took a bite. My eyes widened as I saw sparkles in them, actual rainbow sparkles with gold stars surrounding them. The cream burst out into my mouth and coated my tongue, throwing its delicious unbelievably magical taste all over my taste buds.

   A purr of approval vibrated through my chest and left my lips as I closed my eyes and relaxed into the incredible taste. Majesty liked it too because she was moaning with delight. It was the best thing I had ever tasted.

   My heart began to race as the doors pull open, throwing me into a confusing state of nervousness. My eyes remained fixed on the doors as if my whole life was behind them. The moment the doors opened, the scent came unto me like a gush of wind, forcing me back. I would have crashed on the table if not for Moira. I murmured a quick thank you to her before returning my eyes to the now open door.

   I took in a sharp shocking breath when my eyes beheld–if possibly–the most gorgeous man I had ever seen. He was surprisingly dressed in ripped chained jeans, a white shirt which sleeves he folded up to his elbows and a royal gold cape covering his shoulders and flowing behind him. His skin might have been golden tan and again some kind of light caramel, but I knew he was legitimately black. His mother, according to history, was a black woman. Scratch that, let's talk about how sexy the man was.

   I don't know who created him but they did to my absolute perfection! His hair which was milky chocolate with glamorous highlights of light ash brown, and dark and light copper brown, was left long. I'm not talking man long, I'm talking feminine long and he wasn't ashamed to pack his hair to look exactly like April's, only more curly than wavy with curly strands forming scanty bands. It looked good on him, really, really good.

   He wore diamond earrings, cool male earrings that seemed to match his sharp green eyes with silver highlighting them. He was tall, bet you on the muscles popping out of his shirt and open forearms, the abs and of course, the jaw and again, the abs. He was gorgeous, unbelievably gorgeous and too good to be true.

   My jaw felt as I watched him walk a little into the ballroom with two guys striding behind him. One was as tall as he was with small light blue eyes, warm beige skin, dark auburn brown hair and a boyish glow to his smile. He was the DJ. The second shared almost the same feature as the king, but with cool ivory skin, sunflower blonde hair, dark violet eyes and a few inches shorter. He looked like a serious one and walked like one.

   It was like the world stopped for me, stopped for both Majesty and me. The realisation hit us like a giant's punch, really hard. The scent all this time wasn't the power of the king or anything. The vision didn't mean I had to protect the queen. I was the queen.

   "Shit, shit, shit!"