The heels of my shoes click against the white floor of the hallway as I make my way to the throne room where my father was currently residing. My pale dress fluttered along behind me. I turn to face the throne room door; I take a deep breath before walking in.

"You called, father." I say as I walk towards my father, who was sitting upon the large throne.

"Yes, I have been informed that there has been a breaching," my father starts, "a demon has gotten into heaven."

"How is that even possible?!" I shout, my feathered wings ruffling as I do so, "the guards aren't that pathetic!"

"The demon was extremely skilled with a sword," he explains, "he managed to kill four guards and injure sixteen."

"What does this have to do with me?" I ask, crossing my arms over my chest.

My father looks down at me, his face still as emotionless as it always was.

"I want to protect you, so I will have someone personally guard you until he is apprehended." He says, gesturing behind me.

I turn around to see a familiar black haired angel in silver armour standing behind me, the same cheeky grin etched on his lips as I remember it.

"John!" I shout joyously as I run up to him, pulling him in for a hug.

"Hello Ms (l/n)," John politely greets, "it's been a while since I've seen you!"

"Alright darling," my father interrupts the reunion, "you better get ready for dinner, we're having a special guest coming."

I nod as I let go of the hug with John. John also nods as we both head out of the room.

"So, how have you been?" I ask John, glancing towards him, "I haven't seen you since when we were little; I missed hanging out with you."

"Yeah, I missed hanging out with you too," John smiles, "but I had to start my training in order to become a guard. It was hard, but I made it."

We finally reach the door that lead into my room and I open it. Before I enter I turn to face John.

"I'll be back in a while." I say quickly and walk into my room, closing the door behind me.

I undress and walk into my bathroom, I turn on the water. Once the water heats up I step into the refreshingly hot water. I hum softly as I shower, making sure to avoid getting my hair wet.

Once I finish the shower I dry myself and get dressed into a white and gold dress. I brush my hair and put on some shoes. I walk out of my room, looking to my left to see John standing beside the door, looking at the adjacent wall.

"Alright, I'm ready." I speak up.

John glances over at me before smiling and nodding. We both begin to make our way to the dining room, making small talk about the past years we haven't seen each other. Once we arrive in the dining room I notice an unfamiliar face amongst the ones you knew, he was around my age with dark brown and purple hair. He wore weird looking clothes and the way he held himself seemed quite obnoxious.

"Ah (y/n)!" father says once he notices me, "Please come take a seat beside Mr. Ampora."

I nod before walking over to the dining table, leaving John to stand at the door. I pull out the seat and sit next to Mr. Ampora.

"Well everyone," my father speaks up, "enjoy."

The table erupted in chatter as people begun to eat their meals.

"So, Ms. (L/n)," Mr. Ampora finally speaks up, "it's a pleasure to meet you."

"You too Mr. Ampora." I reply.

Mr. Ampora's sly smile made me slightly uncomfortable, the smile that I was currently forcing myself to do almost hurt to do. I don't say anything else as I continue to eat

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The dinner has finally finished and everyone had already gone their own ways.

"So," my father begins as I walk beside him down the hall, "what did you think of young Mr. Ampora?"

"Oh, he was nice." I lied.

"I was hoping you would get along," father admits, "because he may become your betrothed."

My jaw practically hit the floor. But before father could see it, I close my mouth.

"Oh." Is the last thing I say before father walk off to his own quarters.

Once father is out of sight, John walks up beside you. I groan, leaning my head on John's metal covered arm.

"If I marry him I'll never be happy again." I groan.

John doesn't say anything, but pets my hair with his opposite arm.

Once we reach my door a bid John a good night and head off into my room. I take off my dress and uncomfortable heels and slide into a blue nightgown. I slip into bed and snuggle into the warm blankets, my mind still reeling.