Chapter Twenty-Four

Where have you been?” the sound of my mother's voice early in the morning gritted my nerves as I exit from my walk-in closet, holding a black flowery dress that reaches just above my knees. I wouldn't wear it though. The dress was just an alibi.

As I entered the secret door of my closet I had heard my mother calling my name from the entrance of my quarters and grab the closest dress I saw.

I can't have her looking at me suspiciously especially now that I suddenly decided to marry the man who was the very reason I ran away.

“Mother,” I bobbed my head, acknowledging her presence. The Queen stood, regal in the middle of my chamber, her nose stuck, high in the air. She looks impeccable and classy, a picturesque of a true Royal.

I feel cold and detached from her, something she probably didn't expect from her naive and obedient daughter. A flicker of disappointment flashed in her eyes before she blink it away, replaced with her practiced smile