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The butler took the letter, offering a curt smiles and a bow before turning away and leaving to deliver the letter.

Time skip to the part where Thalia is just about to meet Prince Ren:

Thalia leaned on the balcony’s railing and looked down upon the city beneath. When she was little, she used to be terrified of heights. However, Draco had forced her to stand in high places once her draman powers had revealed themselves. She used to hate Draco for that, but now that fear of being up so high seemed silly. Thalia hoped that one day her fear of being around Prince Ren would eventually dissipate into a silly childish fear as well…

Ren’s butler opened the door to the balcony for him and Ren walked out with a charming, handsome smile. “Hello, what a beautiful lady,” Prince Ren greeted, knowing he was being unproper but didn’t really care.

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“Ahhh!” Thalia exclaimed and instinctively sent a fireball in the direction of the sound. Then, she realized who owned the voice she had just heard. Crap.

Prince Ren’s butler jumped in the way, the fire catching on his suit. He was at attention, ready to defend his prince, but the latter waved him, “Go dose those flames, I trust the lady.” The butler briskly walked away, no doubt hiding his fear and panic. Sometimes, Prince Ren doubted the man could even feel those emotions. Prince Ren looked back to Thalia, “I hope I didn’t startle you.”

(Btw, this is the butler basically the butler guy from big hero six)

“Ah! Ren—ur I mean Prince Ren—I am sooooooo sorry!” Thalia stammered.

Prince Ren let out a laugh, looking back towards the hall where his butler had disappeared, “It was really no harm to me, other than my heart,” He looked back to Thalia, taking a step closer, “I insist you should call me Ren.”

Ren looked at Thalia. She hadn’t talked for half a year. Her friends had been captured and killed, yet she stood there, blankly staring at him. Naturally, Ren did not move either. He had grown a beard. Neither moved. Ever. Because they died with this rpppppppppp

Prince Ren let out a laugh, looking back towards the hall where his butler had disappeared, “It was really no harm to me, other than my heart,” He looked back to Thalia, taking a step closer, “I insist you should call me Ren.”

Thalia glanced down at her sneakers.
“Are you sure? We barely know each other and I’m not exactly royal…”

“Nonsense! You’re very much royal in my eyes.” Prince Ren told her, smiling, “Besides, I’m really just a man with a title. The title isn’t me. Ren is me, and it will do just fine when you address me.” He gave her another dashing smile, “And since we barely know each other, that means I’d like to get to know you even more.”

Thalia struggled to remember to breathe and she a dirty blonde strand of hair behind her ear. Ages ago, she had dreamed about the day Kyle would say he wanted to get to know her better than a friend, but that day never came…And as time went by, Thalia started to think that she would never meet a guy who wanted to know her soul better than anyone else.

Thalia bit her lower lip and utterly failed to suppress a smile. She had never been more happy to be proven wrong in her life.

“Well, what do you want to know?” She asked and dared to look into those dazzling emerald eyes.

Ren offered his elbowed for Thalia to take. “Well I’d like to start off with the basics. What’s your favorite color?” He smirked, his eyes fondly watching Thalia. She was one of the most beautiful ladies he’d ever seen—and she didn’t even know it.

Thalia carefully hooked her arm around the prince’s as if the slightest push would shatter him like glass. Breathe, she reminded herself.

“Well, it’s kind of stereotypical I know, but I,” She paused, debating if she should say she liked the color of something exotic, something that would spark a prince’s interest, but in the end she couldn’t bring herself to lie, “well, I really like the color pink.”

She braced herself for the sudden wave of teasing that her fellow fire protégés had given her when they had her admit to liking the classical girlie girl color.

“Ooo, pink is nice. It’s simple and sweet, like cottoncandy.” The Prince smiled as he escorted Thalia off the balcony to the gardens, “I’ve always been fond of green, myself. I suppose that’s why I enjoy nature so much, maybe?” Prince Ren smiled again, “So what’s your favorite food?”

“Hmmm,” Thalia thought aloud, “That’s a little harder. I’m really not picking when comes to food so there’s a lot of options, but I guess if I have to pick it would be cookie dough ice cream.”

She then turned her head to Prince Ren.

“What about you?”

“Mmmhhmm, I’m gonna have to say… chocolate. Plain and simple,” They arrived at the gardens, the smell of roses wafting in the air. Ren looked to Thalia, noticing just a little strand of hair blew in his face. He stopped and turned to her. He reached his hand up to brush it away, but his hand came to rest on her cheek.

Thalia blinked at Ren. His hand was on her cheek. How it get their so fast? It felt so warm and it practically set her world on fire—

But

Why on Earth was he doing this? He was a prince who probably met tons of beautiful girls all the time. What could possibly set her apart from the crowd? She wasn’t that pretty. She was average. Was he trying to use her? Thalia’s stomach turned over.

Thalia quickly jerked her head out of the prince’s grasp and took a step back. The fire draman fixed her eyes on the ground. He had to want her for some malicious plan because there was no way someone could become that interested in her after one measley dinner.

“Why are really doing this Prince Ren?” Her heart broke when she asked the question.

“What?” Prince Ren took a step back, “I- I’m sorry if I’ve offended you, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” He said quickly. He knew it was a mistake brushing the hair from her face. Now she might hate him. “I only meant to make you happy.”

The Prince hadn’t tried to coax her back to side with frilly words and mind games. Instead, he just looked at her as if she had struck him. I only meant to make you happy. Thalia cursed herself. She was such a fool. The one time a guy comes around who actually likes her of all people, she completely messed it up. He would probably hate her now.

“I’m sorry—“ Thalia muttered as she quickly ran a hand through her hair. “It’s just…”

I’m boring. I’m weak. I’m paranoid. I’m fat. I doubt you’d ever really love me.

“I’m not used to people going out of there way to get to know me.” It was both a truth and a lie.

“That’s not okay. People should go out of their way for you, Thalia, because you’re one of the kindest down to earth people I’ve met.” Prince Ren told here, offer his hand for her to take. He really liked her, and he wanted to make sure she felt loved.

“Do you mean it?” Thalia squeaked.

“Of course I do,” Prince Ren held her hand, walked further in the gardens. Thalia smiled, but only for a moment until he leg caught on and unclipped bush and she was toppling over. She expected to land face first in the ground, but warm arms caught he gently. Prince Ren’s face was so close to hers, that if either of them leaned in any more their noses would be touching.

Thalia’s eyes went wide. “Ah! I’m sorry!” She stammered and looked anywhere except at his gorgeous eyes.