Chapter 5 - A Dangerous Spark

Chapter five; A Dangerous spark

 

Adrian's Pov;

 

“Pardon my lateness, I had a situation going on”

 

I said as they looked at me. The hungry eyes of Ethan weren't satisfied with my answer but I wasn't going to give in to his bicker.

 

“Let's get going shall we?”

 

I said leading the way, Ethan followed suit. I too didn't want to be around him either, he hated me and the feeling was mutual, he just had a childish mindset.

 

We got to the building where the meeting was being held, only Ethan and I were granted access.

 

“It's an honor to finally to meet you, your Majesty”

 

Mrs Carol said, taking my hand for a handshake. She is one of the major members of the meeting.

 

“Nice to meet you too Mrs Carol.

 

There were others that wanted to take my hand in for a handshake, I smiled and spoke to them one after the other, Ethan stood for a while and wanted to leave.

 

“Where are you  going?”

 

I asked, holding him by the hand, he snapped off my grip and turned to me.

 

“At this rate, people might think I am your bodyguard”

 

He said rudely..

 

“I command you to stay here this minute”

 

I blurted out, this man was testing my patience, at a point everyone stopped and focused on just the both of us

 

“If your legs ain't hurting mine is, I will be at my seat if you need me”

 

Ethan said leaving,

 

He just defied a royal order, I am going to make sure that he gets what he is looking for. The tension between the two of us was felt by everyone in the room, each wanting to know who Ethan was to me because I let him off easy.

 

The meeting was over and we had just one more work day before we could retire to our homes. We had a press conference immediately after the meeting. I was appointed to speak to the press as they will rather believe me than a politician.

 

Ethan, as my PR consultant stayed back while the others went back home to rest, he was supposed to make sure that everything went well, but how can he possibly do that when his hate for me keeps burning as the day goes by.

 

The press release, started with an opening speech by the chairman of the project, he read out the new implemented policies made by the new system of the project.

 

“Prince Adrian, is it true that the reason why the program was moved up is because of the upcoming elections and also is this all a strategy to help President Tyler to keep running for president?”

 

One of the journalists asked.

 

“No it is not a strategy, there was no hidden agenda before it was decided for the date to be moved up…”

 

I answered. Questions kept rolling in and almost all of them were all directed to me, it seemed as though the press might have forgotten that there were other persons ready to be asked about the project.

 

It didn't come as a shock that most people didn't accept the new system of things but for things to change the people should learn to accept that things or rules aren't meant to be the same way forever.

 

“Prince Adrian, there is a rumor that says that you might not be the rightful heir to the throne of Valderra?”

 

A female reporter asked.

 

I was shocked by that question, I have never heard of such rumors in my life, who could have spread such malicious lies.

 

“There is a theory that your Father the king might have taken the throne by force causing a bloodbath in the kingdom few years back”

 

Another reporter asked.

 

I was dumbfounded by those questions. I remember that year like it was yesterday, the dreams of those days tormented me at night that I had to  book a therapy session.

 

There is one more secret that nobody knew about, after the war that claimed the lives of so many, I was still a kid then and the memories of back then traumatized me and still have.

 

Nothing talked about this topic in the palace nor anywhere near the royal family as it was the most painful period of all our lives.

 

I remained silent not knowing what to say as memories of back then flooded in, just then someone bent over from behind and grabbed the microphone.

 

“Please I strictly advice that you ask the above topic related questions”

 

Ethan said.

 

“And who are you supposed to be?”

 

The female reporter asked

 

“His shadow… what I am trying to say is that those questions isn't related to what we are here for so let's try to be professional”

 

Ethan said putting down the microphone, I still haven't gotten over the chilling feelings I got after the questions were asked,

 

“Get yourself together, stop letting them see your weakness”

 

Ethan whispered into my ears, I quickly snapped out of it and responded to them again.

 

The press conference was over and Ethan stayed back to handle those reporters that had gone out of their way.

 

The media inquired a lot about those questions that were asked, they wanted to know more about how the throne came to be. Some have started having doubts about how true the throne is, the media divided into two in a few hours because of two trigger questions.

 

Ethan was clever enough to turn the media back to my side by making me the victim. The two reporters who asked those questions turned out to be fake, they weren't even real journalists and somehow had hired them to do what they did and they had refused to say who.

 

The police got involved and they both got arrested.

 

I was waiting at the lobby of the hotel when I saw Ethan walk in, he looked totally drained and tired.

 

“How did it go?”

 

I asked as I accompanied him, we got into the elevator and fortunately no one was in there just the both of us.

 

“You don't have to worry about anything, I did my job as your PR”

 

Ethan said tiredly.

 

“Thank you”

 

I said to him,

 

He swallowed up the hate he had for me and did his job, that should be the word I should say to him. He just looked at me and didn't say anything, we got to the second floor and he got out

 

“Bite your tongue whenever you get hit by a trigger question, it reduces anxiety”

 

Ethan said and left.

 

His words kept resounding in my ears, for the first time I saw Ethan in a different light.