46 The Black Haired Princess (1/2)

Being born the seventh child of my family, I was always spoiled by my older sisters. While my older brothers loved to pick on me and bully me a little. That was the luck of being born the youngest and a boy into my rowdy family.

But this was the first time that someone had grabbed my hand like this! Her hand was cold and a little rough, but still very soft. It wasn't a hand that I imagined belonging to a girl like her.

Yet, I didn't think that this was bad either, for her hand to feel this way.

She obviously got a little flustered with my father's comment, but I didn't mind it at all. I was used to it. After being on the road with my father for six months and visiting a lot of his friends, he'd made the same joke many times.

Of course, she didn't know about that.

It looks like she had a lot of people that were vying for her attention if her mother's comment was any indication of that fact.

I could see her having a lot of attention, she was stunning.

Her mismatched golden and green eyes are striking and leave an air of mystery within the air. They're also just round enough to be cute, but sharp enough to be a little devious. She's a slender, but quite impactful dresses in a full set of black armor.

The light scent of blood was still hanging on her, it seems that she'd been out hunting beforehand. I could also see some dings and scratches in her armor, but it looks well maintained.

It looks like she wasn't like the other little misses that I'd seen in my time traveling. She seemed to care about her things, not like some of the others that treated objects like nothing! That was very refreshing to see.

Looking down at her hand that still curled around mine, I couldn't help but smile.

”Where are we going?” I ask her.

Stopping she turns and looks at me, her bright eyes looking at me warmly. Her little lips are a slight pink and her long fangs poke out slightly.

”Sorry, I just started dragging you, didn't I?” She laughs and let's go of my hand. She rubs the back of her head, her long inky black hair swaying slightly.

She looks very childish when she smiles. Even with all the armor on, it didn't detract from cuteness at all. If anything, the armor made her feel even more endearing.

”It's okay, Lady Hollis,” I tell her.

Nodding her, she stops and looks at me with a frown. Had I said something that she hadn't liked?

”Please just call me Hollis, I don't like all the formalities, and then can I call you Mime?” She asks me with a bright smile.

I felt my heart squeeze softly, she looked like a cute little girl. That smile could captivate the hearts of a lot of people.

”Of course, please call me Mime,” I tell her.

Grabbing my tail, I sucked in a deep breath. Ah, I wanted to do nothing but pat her head and rub her little white cheeks, she's just too cute!

This was a bad habit that I'd inherited from my sisters and mother. Anytime they see anything cute they just can't control themselves. It was easy for a woman to get away with that, but boys that weren't fair at all!

I'd be called a pervert if I went and patted her head and cheeks, I didn't want that at all!

Looking up, I found her looking at my tail enamored.

”Hollis?” I ask.

Her head shoots up and she gives me an awkward smile. She really was looking at my tail! Did she find my tails and ears interesting?

”Ah, let's head over to my wing of the house, shall we? I'll introduce you to my friends!” She says quickly turning around and walking forward.

Not leaving me anytime to ask her if she wanted to touch my tail. Darn, had I missed my chance to use my tails and ears as leverage to give her a good pat?!

I was an idiot, wasn't I?

It didn't take too long to reach the wing of the house that she was talking about. Looking around, I found that it didn't feel much like the wing of a child.

There weren't a lot of toys or other things around, rather I saw a lot of rooms that had books and then a kitchen and a fair few sitting rooms and even bedrooms. It was pretty normal, wasn't it?

She pushes open a door, and steps into it. I follow her in and gently close the door behind her.

”Cecily was waiting for you!” The soft and fluffy voice of a little girl rings out.

A small white-haired girl bounces over towards Hollis, she looked ready to jump her. But before she could get close, Hollis stops her with her right arm.

”Careful, I'm still dirty. I wouldn't want you to ruin your pajamas,” Hollis says softly.

Looking closer at the girl, I find that she's got tattoo's running up her body. It ran down her whole entire right arm and crawls up her neck a bit. Then I find that she's got two lines that run down from her eyes and down her cheeks, just missing her lips.