I wanted Victor to know that everything was okay. He seemed to be in deep thought and I knew it wasn't anything good. I knew it was because of me. I knew I was responsible for his furrowed brows, but I couldn't help it.

We both were unsure of what would happen to me and it seemed to stress Victor out beyond belief. I wanted to tell him that I would be okay, but even I knew that was a lie. Instead, I smiled at him, everything was okay.

"Oh, don't drag your feet," I told the prince as he walked behind me. "Come on." I grabbed the teen's hand and pulled him closer to me laughing as a tint of pink crept upon his ears.

"Okay, okay, I'm coming." The prince smiled and shook his head at me and then began to pull me along the streets.

Victor had to go and left me to walk back to my apartment by myself. I had adjusted myself to Indixous and started to like it. Indixous was more comforting compared to my old kingdom which I was always skeptical of.

I even enjoyed my apartment complex. The elders became accustomed to me as I did them. Every single one of them greeted me with a smile and gave me any leftover food. They treated me like I was apart of their family. Like I was their own grandchild.

I really like Indixous.

"Prince left so soon?" Sofia, my landlord, asked me.

"He can't stay for long. His father sets out a specific amount of time he can stay out here." I told the orange-haired lady who was always interested in my life. She enjoyed my stories because I hung out with the prince and she wanted to know every bit of what we did.

"He only comes out for you?" Sofia asked me as I sat down on the floral plush chair.

"Yeah, I guess he does," I spoke sheepishly.

"That boy must really like you," she smiled at me while fixing her thin bangs.

"We are just good friends," I told her with a roll of my eyes.

"Friends? Mykie, the boy comes down only for you, he spends the entire time with you." Sofia sighed and looking at me as if I was a child. "Oh, boy, you don't see," Sofia smiled. "Yes, good friends you are." The lady ruffled my hair and told me to run along.

I always had nice chats with Sofia. Though she speculated that Prince Victor thought differently than I. It's just childish banter. I reassured myself. There is no way a prince could ever be with a Red. Only a Red should be with a Red.

The prince should be with a beautiful Blue woman who could do much more than an ugly Red boy.

I laid on my feather-mattress, staring at the ceiling light. It slightly burned my eyes, but I continued to stare being in deep thought.

There were so many things clogging my mind, but I simply brushed it off and fell asleep. I will worry about it when the time comes. For now, let's just enjoy this.

The following day, Victor stood at my door waiting patiently for me to let him in. He wore his extravagant clothes like he always does and the shiny medals that proved he was the prince. Victor Beverly. It sounded pretty royal-like to me.

I stepped aside to let the prince into my "home." He scanned the area like he always does before settling down on the red loveseat. It wasn't the only seating arrangement I had, but it was the first thing he went to.

"You know, I don't really like the color red." The teen spoke as he rubbed his thumb across the love seat. "I'm more of a pumpkin-orange kind of guy." It was like Victor had just realized what he said because a frantic appearance was displayed on his mug. "I mean, I like the color red. It's just not one of my favorites," Victor tried to cover up.

"Ah, I see. Well, I don't really like the color blue. It's too bright and eccentric. I'm more of an orchid kind of guy," I teased. "Colors are a funny thing. While one claims blue is a calming color, I see it as a demanding void. Orchid is said to induce confidence and is the flower of love. I just see it as a tunnel to something new. Isn't that a funny thing?" Victor examined me closely trying to make sense of my emotions. "Well, it's all just opinions." I sat on the other side of Victor, resting my hands on my lap.

"You're very outspoken today," Victor said, gingerly.

"Is that so?" I questioned. "Should I let you do the talking then?"

"And you're very sly," Victor smirked at me. "Where did the nervous shaky Mykie go?" The prince joked as he began to shake me.

"You lost him!" I slightly laughed as Victor shrugged.

"I think I prefer this Mykie more. Mykie the Red. Not Mykie the Green." He said while pointing to my wig, then motioning his hand for me to give it over.

"You should just like Mykie," I teased.

"I do! I just like Mykie the Red more." When I didn't give my wig over, Victor reached forward and tried to take it. Of course, he got it. But it only just made me pout.

"Rude." I rolled my eyes.

"You're growing it out." He reached up to touch my hair, but I simply pushed his hand away.

"I just haven't had the time to cut it. I have a very finicky prince on my hands." Victor gave a shocked look to me but then laughed.

"I'm not finicky." He spoke as if he was trying to convince me. "I just like to voice my needs."

"That sounds pretty finicky to me." Victor narrowed his eyes at me then proceeded to laugh.

"Oh, Mykie, what a wonder you are." The prince softly pinched my cheek. "I think my mom would have liked you," Victor began. "She was very adamant that all colors should be able to live together freely. Though it was something that she wished for, it was never initiated. She died when I was 7. She fell ill one day and then never recovered. We hardly talk about her anymore, for my dad's sake, really." Victor then quickly looked at me with a soft smile. "But I'm sure that she would have loved you."

"She sounds like a lovely woman," I said with a smile. "Though, I find it hard to believe that anyone would love me." Victor shook his head with a smile.

"Your family loved you, didn't they?"

"Well, yes, of course. But they were family, it's like they have to love me. It's written in our last names."

"What is your last name?" Victor asked with a hint of curiosity.

"There is no need for me to tell you my last name. You may just use it against me." I said, skeptically.

"Against you? I would never," Victor pouted. "Come on, tell me." Victor began to poke me like a child would when they are begging for something.

"My last name is hardly tied to me. We never actually used it. We would just make up a random last name. Like, right now I'm Mykie Sherman." I told Victor as I pushed away his fingers which were threatening to tickle me.

"But you do have a last name." I glanced at the prince, who was trying his hardest to convince me.

"Yes, but as I said, it's not really connected to me." Victor shook his head at me.

"Well, as your prince, you must tell me. It's a request I make." Victor sat up straight as if that was going to prove his royal title.

"You are still technically not my prince," I stated but Victor was not amused by that. "It's Rory." I sighed, giving in to the prince. "A very inconvenient name for a Red, which is why we never used it," I told Victor.

"Mykie Rory?" Victor questioned. "Well, Mr. Rory, hurry up and apply for citizenship, I will then get to use my royal power against you." Victor let out a soft boyish laugh.

"Who says I will listen to you?"

"You cheeky boy." Victor nudged my shoulder while I laughed. "But you will have to listen to me. It's kind-of-sort-of like the law." He said while milking his royal class.

"Yes, yes, I will listen to you, Prince Victor." The teen immediately scrunched up his nose in disgust at what I said.

"No, don't call me prince, it doesn't sound right."

"But you want me to follow your rules? You are the prince so it's only right to call you by your title. Isn't that right, Prince Victor?" I continued to tease.

"Oh, stop, Mykie." He groaned. "Don't do that to me," Victor whined.

"I only tease," I smiled.

"I don't enjoy your way of teasing, Mykie," Victor spoke lowly. I couldn't help but laugh at the prince who tried to show his power. He looked at me quite confused but then snuck out a laugh. "Oh, Mykie."