Prince and Emperor: Chapter 1: The House on Raven Lane

"EMERALD! Your breakfast is ready! Get down here, eat, and get to work!" My father screamed.
We were peasants. Should I explain this to you? Well, there's five ranks. Peasant, Prince, King, Emperor and Keeper of Light. I was a peasant, darn it. Now, girls... girls are a different story. We just marry off to the first guy we charm. It's pretty annoying. But I'm immune to charms and charming. I'm a girl, if you payed attention. And my mother says... well, said... I was a mighty pretty one, too.
I have long golden blonde hair with natural emerald green streaks that goes to my waist, that's where I get my name. I have green eyes (like emeralds) fair skin, VERY, VERY lightly freckled, you have to look hard to see them, and I'm a tiny bit shorter than average height for my age, 13.
I wore thin silvery-gray linen, peasant clothes, but were a perfect fit, white leather shoes mum had crafted, and, what I love most of all, that could get my family out of poverty, was an emerald pendant, with gold and silver metal string, and a copper case for the wolf-shaped emerald.
I slowly walked downstairs.
"Well, you useless brat, it's about time. Eat the damn food and do your work," He grabbed me by my linen. "And listen, girly. I see you near that Raven Mansion..." He drew a line across his neck.
He pushed me towards my gruel and I ate it in small bites. It was sour, bitter, and over-spiced all at once. I sneaked it out and fed it to the pigs. Naturally, when dad said not do something, I did it. Quickly and quietly, I snaked towards the house. I blended in with shadows perfectly, except for  the fact that I had luminescent golden hair with glowing green highlights. I cursed, but safely slipped into the mansion. I expected darkness and cobwebs and spiders and ickiness... man, was it the opposite. It was dark, sure, but the furniture was silver-lined black velvet and the carpets were lush blue faux fur.
The walls were painted black, and at the end of the room lay an obsidian throne, with darker, more eerie shadows.
"Hello?" I called in a nightingale voice. (That's what people call me.)
"What? A charming princess? I am not falling for your tricks." The voice was vicious, but it was so gorgeous and light, I couldn't help but blush.
"W-who are you?" I said in a scared and embarrassed voice.
"Well... most call me Darke, or DeathLord, or Prince Von Bad Guy, or something like that, but..."
A pure black german shepherd with beautiful golden eyes melted out of the shadows.
It spoke telepathically. "You, young and beautiful one, may call me Cody."
He didn't say young or beautiful like it was good. He said it like a curse. But he was a dog. How could he understand? And then, just like magic, in the place of the dog was the most hot thing I had ever seen, and trust me, I'd seen a lot of hot guys, including the Keeper of Life himself.
He had the darkest hair I'd ever seen, and it was tousled and wind-blown, like he had just woken up, and it shimmered with shadows. He had very fair, incredibly flawless skin, and golden eyes that weren't nearly as creepy as they sounded. He had a sleeveless black shirt and a long, VERY long cape that looked exactly like a wispy, smoke-like shadow. He wore gold bangles to his elbows, and tight black jeans and (that not whatsoever fit in with everything around him,) pure white combat boots with black knives strapped to the side. A black bow was hung over his shoulder, and added a ruggedly gorgeous addition to his already incredibly hot looks. What was my name again?
"Uh... um... hi... uh, I um... gah." I stammered.
He looked straight into my green eyes. A faint smile appeared on his lips.
"You are... a Sipherax."
"Sipherax. Sure, yeah." I had heard stories about Siphers. They were the seraphims of our world, but human. They held godly weapons, Seraphic Diamond, Astronomical Titanium. There was only one thing higher than them. A Sipherax. There were Si, the followers and helpers. The Siph, lieutenants and commanders, Siphers, the power holders, magicians, animal-communicators, charm-makers... charm breakers.... they were powerful. But a Sipherax... they could easily demolish a legion of Sipher by flicking their finger. There was absoulutely no possibility I was a Sipherax. Sure, I could believe him, I usually do believe hotter guys. This guy took the crown of hot guys, but something was holding me back from believing. Then I realized: There were only three Sipherax on earth. One was the Keeper of Light, Emperor Codias of the Universe, the other was unknown. Could I... could I possibly be it?
"Sit, and I will explain." He waved his hand in a circular motion and said, "ìhè!" The dining room was illuminated with light. Not normal light. Starlight. It was a thousand times more beautiful. It was silver, but not ghostly, and made everything it touched glow with beauty. He moved his hand like he was slapping someone and after he said, "bragð!" delectable foods appeared on the table. My mouth watered.
I sat down. I reached for a plate, but he stopped me. He twirled his finger and said, "þjóna henni."
Plates and utensils appeared before me, and a bottle of sparkling apple juice poured into a glass for me. The plate summoned the foods it knew I'd like the most.
I sunk my teeth into something called a 'pig', which I thought were animals. Then I poured myself a glass of a thick orange liquid with a sweet pulp. The stuff made me fall asleep before I could let him explain things to me.
One week later.
I can't tell you what Mr. Hot told me. In fact, I don't really remember anything after last night. Here, I'll replay it.
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"Ah, Emerald. You're awake. It's late. Are you... are you going to sleep soon?"
"Not really planning to, seeing as it's 1 in the morning."
"Mm," He sat next to me. "Well, how are you doing?"
This definitely wasn't a Cody thing. "Um. Good, I guess."
"Tired?"
"Not an ounce."
"Me neither."
"So. Do you, ah, believe me now?"
"A little more."
"Because I believe you're a Sipherax, Emerald. I truly do."
"Well, thanks... I guess."
There was a very, very long silence.