I stared at the prince and he stared back. I could not read his expression. Was he still angry with me? "My princess." I turned to look at Asher. His head was bowed in reverence. He was usually not so courteous to me and I wondered what this new deference meant. "Oh, Asher. What are you up to?" I asked, looking from him to the prince. He ignored my question and said instead, "Could you tell Princess Ariel that I was going about the errand she sent me when something unfortunate happened to me?" I laughed but when he did not, I realized that he was serious. A smirk appeared on the face of Prince Xavier and that was when I realized what this was– a showdown between both men. "I'll stay with the crown prince. You can go about Ariel's business." I said, pretending to be oblivious to the tension between the men. I wanted to get Xavier alone anyway and this felt like a natural way of doing so. Asher was so blinded by his obsession with Ariel that he could not smell what was right b
Tell me, I'm not the only one that found chapter 12 funny? 😂 Anyway. There's more where that came from but I'd like to ask; do you feel sorry for Rosaline yet? Or do you also think that Ariel is too much of a goddey two shoes and she could have been able to see what was right under her nose if she looked closer or is Rosaline just insanely good at masking all of her atrocities and I don't know about Xavier. I kind of feel sorry for him but definitely not sorry for Ariel but that's just my opinion. Tell me yours?
A wide grin spread over my face. "Of course, you do!" I exclaimed. Rosy always had a plan for every time I was in a pickle. I did not know what this plan was yet but I knew I could trust Rosy to always come up with something truly ingenious. "Stop exaggerating." She said but I could see that she was pleased. A characteristic wide smile was present on her face. "So what is it?" I asked as I sorted out the heap of clothes on my bed. I had thrown them on the floor in an uncontrollable feat of anger and now I had to bear the consequences of my action. I had Rosy to help me, so it wasn't too cumbersome. "We are all going to be wearing masks on that day so it will be pretty difficult to tell people apart. We could switch places. You go with Asher while I pretend to be you and go with Xavier." She explained. I could see that she was trying to help me but there was no way this plan was going to work. To say the least, I was quite disappointed. "It can't work, Rosy. You are so much ta
I let my eyes linger on Roseline's face. She was stuck beside Ariel this time, picking at her food. The Ashworth guy was conspicuously absent from the table today and Ariel's face was clouded over. This whole dinner seemed like an extremely sad affair. "Do you not like the food?" I looked up at Ariel's mother. Her eyes were wide, searching. It was as if she knew that something else bothered me but she did not know how to ask. "It's great," I said reaching quickly for my glass of water. "Are you okay?" I heard Juliet ask. She was sitting across from me and looked like she couldn't get enough of the food. I nodded at her. Who knew she would adapt so quickly to this place? My parents had returned to the north earlier in the day. According to my father, they had been away for too long and the palace was empty. They promised to return before the wedding took place. "Maybe he's having indigestion." I heard Juliet whisper to the Queen. I gave her the stink eye hoping that it woul
I blushed furiously. Staring at Xavier's face from up close was something I had only ever dreamed of doing but right now, it was happening. I was staring into brown eyes that looked like the stars were trapped in them. It was too good to be true. This wasn't a dream, was it? And if it was a dream, I didn't want to ever wake up. I let my eyes peruse his handsome face. His eyebrows were arranged just like a female's own. It was one of the things I found sexy about him. His eyebrows looked way better than mine, even when they were penciled in. His full lips looked succulent and as he stared at me, they parted slightly. I wondered if he would kiss me. I desperately wanted him to kiss me. He leaned in while at the same time pulling me closer by the waist. My heart went into a frenzy and my breath caught in my throat. If this went on, I was sure I would die of cyanosis. I closed my eyes and puckered my lips, waiting for that magical moment when his lips would unite with mine. A bir
I lay face up, staring at the ceiling. I had been in this position for the past hour. If I lay like this and did not think, then my body would not hurt as much. My heart would not feel like it was about to break out of my chest. I could not get the image of Asher's fist out of my head or the look in his eyes when he stared at me. He still loved me, I could see it. But I could also see that these days, it pained him to look at me. I was beginning to doubt myself. Maybe I was not doing enough, maybe I was not taking this as seriously as I should have. I loved him but was I also the cause of his pain? I wanted to do more for him, to make him feel more at ease but I did not know what to do. And maybe that was exactly the problem. I heard a knock on my door and before I could say anything, the door flew open and Roseline stuck her head in. When she saw me, she smiled. "Thought you might be sleeping." She said, gently shutting the door behind her. In her right hand, she held a plate of
I sighed for the thousandth time. I was bored out of my senses. The palace was an interesting place, I was sure but this place still felt foreign to me. Back at home, there was always so much to do; whether it was attending to state affairs or overseeing the training of younger wolves. But here, I was stuck in my quarters waiting to get married to a sour-faced princess who considered me her sworn enemy. There was a knock on my door followed by the loud voice of my guard, Sean. "My Prince, the crown princess is here to see you." At first, I thought I was hallucinating but when the knock sounded again, I sprang out of my bed and grabbed a jacket to wear over my tank top. Just as I got to the door, it flung open and the angry-looking princess barged in. "How dare you open the door without my permission. You could have hurt me." I yelled. If it wasn't for my quick reflexes, the door would have hit me. She threw a nasty look my way and said, "Then you should have spoken on time. Y
I paced the length of Ariel's room impatiently. I could not understand why she was not yet back. She had to dash to the market, get a dress and return to the palace. Could that be so difficult? Knowing Ariel, she had probably stumbled on a homeless cat and was taking care of it or it was possible that she had been scammed out of her money. She was too nice for her good and it irritated me. What if the Queen decided to send for her and discovered she was missing from the palace? I wrung my hands nervously. Worst case scenario, what if something bad had happened to her? She was a smart girl but I also knew how extremely foolish she could be. I did not want to think of it but if anything unfortunate happened to her, the Queen would have my neck. After all, she had told me to watch her. I opened the door a crack and peered outside. The hallway was empty save for her maid who stood outside the door and the guards that lined the walls, silent as robots. It was almost three hours sin