Arriving home

Prince Gilan’s POV

“We have landed at the airport. Thank you for traveling with Safe Travels Line.”

Thank God, I’ve finally arrived safely back in my hometown. The last time I left this place, I was just a boy heading abroad to pursue my studies. That was five years ago. Now, I’ve returned—not as a boy, but as a grown man and a proud graduate. I know my parents will be overjoyed and proud of me.

My name is Gilan June. I’m the only son of my parents, their pride and joy. They adore me deeply, and I love them just as much. I’m also the firstborn child, with a younger sister named Juliet.

My father is the king of our land, which makes me a prince. My mother is the queen, and Juliet is our beautiful princess. Our family is greatly respected in the kingdom. The palace is heavily guarded at all times. I’ve always felt incredibly blessed to be born into royalty. It came with many privileges—one of them being the opportunity to study abroad.

“My prince, the car is here,” my driver called out.

He had come to pick me up from the airport.

“Alright, let’s go,” I replied as I led the way. He carried my luggage, and we made our way outside.

As we stepped into the open air, I took a deep breath. The fresh scent of home filled my lungs, bringing back countless memories. I had missed this place more than I realized.

“At last... I’m back. This feels so good,” I said with a smile on my face.

“My prince, it seems you really missed this place,” James, the driver, said warmly. “I can see it in your eyes.”

James had served our family for many years. He was more than just a worker—he was a trusted companion. I remembered how close we used to be; I could tell him anything, and he was always someone I could rely on to keep a secret.

“Yes, James. I missed it terribly. But more than anything, I missed my parents. I can only imagine how eagerly they’re waiting for me at the palace. I can’t wait to see them,” I said sincerely.

“They certainly are, my prince. So let’s not delay any longer,” James replied, and I nodded in agreement.

He placed my bag in the trunk and got behind the wheel. As we drove, I rolled down the window and gazed outside, curious to see how much had changed in my absence. The transformation was noticeable—there had been a lot of development. My father was clearly leading the kingdom in the right direction. He had always been a great ruler, loved by all.

The palace was about thirty minutes away from the airport. James drove carefully, and soon, we arrived.

Even from a distance, I could see that the palace had been renovated. It looked nothing like it did when I left—it was now more elegant, modern, and majestic.

“The prince has arrived!” one of the guards called out.

The gatekeeper opened the gates, and James drove us inside. After parking the car, I stepped out.

“Welcome home, my prince,” the palace maids greeted me warmly. I smiled at them, touched by the heartfelt welcome.

Standing at the entrance, I saw my parents holding bouquets of roses. I walked toward them and hugged them tightly. I had missed them more than words could express. I couldn’t believe I had spent so many years without them by my side.

“Welcome home, son,” my father said proudly.

“Thank you, Father. I missed you all so much. I’m grateful to find you alive and well,” I replied.

“And we’re grateful you’ve returned safe and sound,” my mother added, handing me the roses.

“Thank you, Mother. But... where’s Juliet? I don’t see her here,” I asked, looking around.

“Oh, she’s at the university. But she promised she would come home to see you,” my mother explained.

“Do you miss your sister that much?” my father asked with a smile.

“Very much. We haven’t been in touch often lately,” I admitted.

“She’s just been busy, dear. But you’ll see her soon,” my father reassured me.

“Alright then, let’s head inside,” my mother said cheerfully. “There’s plenty of food waiting for you. Are you hungry?”

I could already imagine the delicious dishes she had prepared. I’d missed the local cuisine so much, and today, I planned to eat until I was full.

“I’m starving, Mother,” I said honestly.

As I entered the palace, one of the guards carried my bag to my room. I was exhausted, and all I wanted was to eat and rest. I’d take a walk around the town later once I’d had a good nap.

“Mmmh... Mother, this food is amazing. I missed these flavors so much,” I said as I dug into the meal.

“I’m glad you like it, son. Everything was prepared especially for you,” she replied, clearly pleased.

“Thank you, Mother. I think I’ll go rest in my room now,” I said, starting to rise—but then my father stopped me.

“There’s something important I need to tell you,” he said in a serious tone.

I sat back down, sensing the weight in his voice.

“What is it, Father? Please tell me,” I said.

“Well... someone has been waiting for your return,” he began. “Do you remember Amara, your girlfriend? She’s been eagerly waiting to reconnect with you. And after speaking with her family, we’ve decided it’s time for the two of you to get married.”

His words shocked me.

Amara? I had almost forgotten about her. It had been so long. We hadn’t spoken in years, and the truth was, our relationship had ended long ago. I didn’t love her anymore.

“Marriage? Father, why would you decide such a thing without consulting me first? I’m not sure I want to marry her,” I said, trying to keep calm.

“You will marry her,” he replied firmly. “Everything has already been arranged with her family.”

I turned to my mother. “Mother, what is happening? Why are you both rushing this decision?”

Without waiting for a reply, I stood and walked away, heading to my room. I needed time to think and clear my mind.

I don’t want to marry Amara. She’s the last person I could imagine spending the rest of my life with. No matter what, I will not go through with this marriage.