LOGINLuke’s POVOkay, what just happened? These two are not serious. They are both so in love, yet so dumb about it. I stared at the person in front of me. What am I supposed to do with this girl he handed to me? Aargh, Christian owes me big time.“What is your name?” I asked.“Shar… Sharpay,” she stammered, avoiding my eyes.She is shy. I do not like shy girls. They are not my type. It annoys me when girls act all shy and cute. I prefer sexy and fierce girls. Am I really going to have to deal with this? Ugh, I am going to kill Christian.“He said you are good at horse riding?” I asked, even though I knew she would not be that good.I mean, look at her. She looks plain and skinny. I doubt she is that good.“Yes, but I do not know if I am allowed… you know, a selected girl?” she said.Psst, of course she would use that as an excuse.“Yeah, no kidding. No need for excuses. You can just admit that you cannot ride a horse,” I challenged. She looked at me, clearly pissed.I guess I just hit a b
Jessica’s POV Today was perfect—until it wasn’t. Luke and I spent the entire day chasing joy. We laughed through roller coasters at the amusement park, cotton candy sticking to our fingers and sunshine melting on our skin. When we got back, we decided on a spontaneous horse ride through the castle grounds. Everything felt light, easy—until I saw him. Christian. The moment our eyes met across the field, my heart stuttered. I had missed him. Missed him more than I cared to admit. But the joy of seeing him again was short-lived. Because the way he looked at Luke—the tension in his jaw, the coldness in his eyes—made my skin crawl. And then there was the jacket. His jacket. He didn’t even speak, just walked up, tied it around my waist like I was some fragile, reckless girl who’d forgotten to dress properly. I’m not his to cover up. Not anymore. Not ever, maybe. And yet… maybe a small, traitorous part of me had hoped he’d finally see me. Really see me—as a woman. As someone who’s been sta
Christian’s POV The council room emptied with a rustle of silks and polished boots, the ministers murmuring their farewells as they trailed out one by one. “Stay back a moment, son,” my father said, swirling the last of the water in his glass as though it were a brandy. His tone was casual, but I could sense something measured in his pause. “You seemed... distracted today. What’s the matter, Christian?” “It’s nothing, Father,” I lied, the words dry on my tongue. The truth? I’d barely heard a word of the meeting. My mind had been a restless storm, haunted by the image of Jess laughing beside Luke at the amusement park. Jess—who used to wait for me, who clung to the thrill of exploring new places with me even when my schedule made it near impossible. But now... it was Luke. She’d even defended him. Is she angry with me? Did I lose her somehow? The thought makes my heart squeeze. Father, ever perceptive, gave me a knowing smirk. “Is it a girl?” “Well... yes. But not like that. I mean,
Jessica’s POVThe shrill cry of my alarm pulled me from restless sleep. Like clockwork, Andy and I went through our morning routine, the rhythm of the palace quietly beginning to stir to life around us. But today, my steps felt heavier, burdened by emotions I wasn’t ready to confront—specifically, the emotion named Christian.“You can go ahead, Andy. I need to use the bathroom,” I told her, attempting to mask the ache sitting low in my chest.“Oh, that’s fine. I can wait,” she offered, sitting primly on the bed.“Ah, no. It’s going to take a while,” I lied, forcing a reassuring smile.“Ugh, fine. I better go before that Mirabelle-whatever-her-name-is tries to kill me. Seriously, I’m cursed to be paired with the palace banshee.” She grimaced dramatically, making me chuckle.“See you later, Jess,” she called, disappearing with a theatrical groan.As soon as the door clicked shut, I collapsed backward onto the mattress, exhaling deeply. My thoughts, traitorous as always, wandered to Chr
Christian’s POV The moment Jessica urged me to go after Evelyn, an odd sense of relief washed over me. Did this mean she approved of her? It would be the first. Jessica had always harbored reservations about every woman I’d ever entertained, as though she could see things I could not. And the haunting truth? She was always right. She knew what was best for me—sometimes better than I did myself. She is my anchor, my conscience, my dearest friend. I would cross oceans just to make her smile. But right now, it wasn’t Jessica who needed me. It was Evelyn. By the time I got to the entrance, she was gone—swallowed whole by the city like a memory too painful to recall. I searched desperately, frantic with the urgency of what I needed to say. I found her at my childhood playground—a place steeped in innocent laughter and forgotten summers. Why do girls always flee to playgrounds when their hearts are in pieces? She sat on a bench, eyes cast low, unaware of my presence. “Hey,” I called softly
Jessica’s POV I could feel his gaze on me while we shared the spaghetti in silence—soft, burning, searching. Why must he be so sweet, so achingly kind? Every word, every gesture, every glance, only deepens the ache inside me. It’s cruel, really. The way he makes it so easy to love him, and so impossibly hard to stop. I won’t lie. I’m mad. Mad in a way that’s messy and irrational. I know it isn’t his fault—I do. But it still stings. Why can’t he see me? I know it sounds selfish. Maybe it is. But the truth? It hurts. Deeply. Repeatedly. I can’t blame him for not loving me the way I do him. That would be unjust. But it doesn’t lessen the weight in my chest. The heaviness is constant. Exhausting. My heart is fraying, slowly unraveling with every smile he throws her way. Maybe it’s time to stop. Maybe this—this silent, one-sided love—is not something I’m meant to carry anymore. And if I can’t have my love, then I’ll do the only decent thing left: let him have his. Let him be happy,







