The knock sounded on my door a second time and I fought to contain the smile that stretched my lips thin.
When my father instructed me to make the journey to the South, taking a liking to my too-be-bride was the last thing I envisaged for.
I had seen enough arranged marriages in my life to understand that choosing one's partner was important.
I was the next king of the northern kingdom and the next alpha of the moon pack– both came with tremendous responsibilities of which I was very well aware– but I had made it a point of duty to always remind my parents that an arranged marriage was the last thing I would engage in.
They seemed to agree with me and all was good until this fateful morning when my father hit me with the bizarre news of my betrothal.
Now, it did not seem so bizarre anymore. It was only a few hours since I met Princess Ariel and I had a good feeling about this already.
In the morning, I would formally meet her parents and when my family arrived in the evening, we would all have dinner together as was customary.
The knock sounded again followed by a male voice. "My Prince, I'm here with what you asked for."
"You may come in," I responded.
The guard gently opened the door and came in, back first and with bowed head holding a small box away from his body.
I could not quite recognize him but he wore the northern warriors' uniform with the moon emblem on it and that was enough for me to know he was one of the many guards assigned to me by my father on this trip.
"Where is Sean?" I asked my guard. I had entrusted Sean with the duty of finding a suitable gift for the princess since our departure from the north had been impromptu and I was unable to arrange any present for the princess.
If I was being honest with myself though, I hadn't been the slightest bit interested in the princess until I met her.
"He's tending to your horse."
I nodded and poured wine into the glass on the coffee table at the foot of my bed. I took a small sip and savored the taste as it went down my throat.
They had some good wine here in the South. Realizing that the guard still stood there, I gestured for him to leave the box on the vanity table and dismissed him with a wave of my hand.
He scurried away and shut the down behind him, leaving me to decide if the present was to my liking.
I emptied the wine down my throat and set the glass down on the vanity before picking up the box.
Inside lay two Jade figurines of Cinderella and snow white. It seemed appropriate since she mentioned earlier that she had a liking for fairy tales.
A part of me wanted to present this to her in person but I decided against it because it seemed too desperate.
Besides, it did not feel right to visit the quarters of an unmarried young woman this late at night even though she was soon going to be my bride.
The thought of her beautiful smile when she received my gift incited a small thrill in me and I could hardly wait for dawn to come.
***
Morning came quickly and after Sean helped me get dressed in my princely attire, I navigated my way to the main palace where the king and queen together with other royals of significant relevance resided.
As was the tradition, they were to receive me at the Big Hall in roughly two hours but I wanted the opportunity to explore the grounds before that happened and I was also curious about what the princess was up to.
Why was she yet to say anything about my gift? It grated on my pride to think that maybe she had not liked it.
We were out in the garden of natural spring now. "I'll go alone from here," I said to Sean and the retinue of other guards behind him.
He looked stricken as if he imagined that any harm could come to me within the palace walls. Before he could open his mouth to air his reservations, I gave him a stern look that sent the words back into his vocal cords.
"Okay, my Prince." He said, turned, and left with the others. He looked disappointed and I couldn't blame him.
I was sure my father had instructed him to never let me out of his sight until the alliance had been officially accepted and the marriage confirmed.
The South was after all still our enemy until this marriage successfully went through.
When I was sure they were out of sight, I tried to casually find my way to the princess' quarters but I soon realized it was a herculean task especially as there was no one to give me directions.
The southern palace differed from the one back home in a lot of ways so I had trouble telling the numerous buildings apart.
"Are you lost?"
I spun around so quickly that I almost lost my footing. Princess Ariel was standing before me with a giant smile on her face, it almost felt like a dream.
"You're lost." She said when I did not immediately answer.
"I hoped to run into you," I admitted. "And here you are."
She looked pleasantly surprised to hear that. Her eyes sparkled with the light of a thousand stars and her lips curled up in a shy smile.
"We saw each other last night." She said with a coyness that I liked.
"I was going to see your parents later. I thought it would be nice if I saw you first."
As I spoke, her face grew darker and darker until it seemed like she might cry. Was there something troubling her or did I say something wrong?
"Are you okay? You look a little sick." I said bringing my palm up to her forehead to check her temperature.
"Oh, I'm fine. You don't need to be concerned." She said brightly but behind her dazzling smile, I could tell that something bothered her.
"Follow me," I said holding out my hand to her. "I know just the place to cheer you up."
At this, she laughed and I could tell that she found this amusing.
"I'm pretty sure I know every crevice of this palace." She muttered but she took my hand and let me lead her anyway.
I led her back to the garden of natural spring and watched her reaction. She only scoffed.
"Is this it? When I was younger, I used to come here every evening with Princess A–" she started to say but she did not complete her sentence. Instead, she looked back in the direction where we came from and made to head back.
It was a good thing that my surprise did not end there.
"Do you know that a cave sits behind this spring?" I asked ensuring a tighter but still gentle grip on her hand.
This got her attention. "No way." She breathed.
I shrugged. "I can show you, but you can't go in that dress."
Her eyes twinkled with mischief at my statement.
"Does this mean you now know a secret passageway into the South?"
"Well, the cave does lead to a tunnel but I'm not sure where that leads," I replied.
I would not be sharing my findings with anyone usually but since I was now open to this marriage, this was reasonable.
"You are so smart."
Her eyes held great admiration when she said that and oddly, it made me happy.
What I did not tell her was that my discovery wasn't a product of ingenuity at all and that there was an equally enchanting garden back at the northern palace that held the same secret.
We decided to head back with the promise of meeting up before my family arrived for dinner to check out the cave. She said there was something she needed to tell me when we met up later and I wondered if it had anything to do with the gift.
"You don't have to come with me to the princess quarters." She said as we approached the stone walls surrounding the building.
"I want to. I want to see you go in before I head for the big hall." I replied chivalrously but her facial expression stopped me in my tracks. I noted that the color had left her face and that she was staring at something behind me.
I turned to appraise the object of her dissatisfaction. It was a maid.
"Princess Roseline, I've been looking everywhere for you." The maid panted when she got within a few feet of us. She curtseyed to me and Ariel but she did not continue on her way like I expected her to.
"Princess Ariel requests your presence." She said. And she was staring directly at Ariel.
In confusion, I turned to look at the princess. She looked like she had been forced to swallow poison.
"I can explain." She breathed.
What. The. Fuck?
Bile rose behind my throat, I thought I might vomit. The maid stared innocently at me. The idiot did not know what she had just done. I felt the overwhelming urge to slap her across the face but Xavier was here right now and convincing him was the most important thing. “You can go. Tell her I will be there shortly.” I whispered furiously to the maid. Thankfully, she took the hint and hurried away. I turned to Xavier. His face held serious confusion. I realized at that moment that no amount of explanation would make him understand me. “My prince, I can explain.” I breathed out for the second time. A million thoughts ran through my head. I did not expect him to forgive me that easily but what if he decided to take action against me for my deception? Did he hate me now? I could not allow that. “What was that about? Why did she call you Roseline and why did she ask you to meet with Princess Ariel when you are she? My father never mentioned that the princess had a twin sister.” He sai
I pulled Roseline in for a hug. Roseline was the last person you could expect to find worried or afraid. Between the two of us, she was the daring one– always ready to fight for what she believed to be right. It was one of the many qualities that endeared her to me. Seeing her looking so anguished now broke my heart. The least I could do was comfort her and let her know I was not about to take offense to her. "It's fine. I know you only did it to protect me." I said and behind me, I heard her sniff back tears. I wondered what exactly Prince Xavier had told her to bring her close to tears. "Thanks, girl. I thought I would get in trouble for this. I was so scared." She said after I released her and touched her hand to her chest in a show of relief. "I got you, girl. Just don't do this next time, or at least confirm it with me before you do." I said, returning my gaze to my open closet. From my peripheral vision, I could see her nodding vigorously. "So what did you mean when you sa
I clenched and unclenched my fist for the umpteenth time. I stared at Roseline's face. It held a mixture of guilt and concern. I wondered where all this left her. Was she torn between the princess and me? I should not care about her but I found myself wondering how she was doing. "I'm sorry for her behavior. She might come off as rude but–" I held out my hand to stop her. I did not care to hear excuses for the princess' unbecoming attitude. If I thought about it, did I have high hopes for a princess who could bully her cousin into pretending to be her? "I'll take my leave now," I said. Her mouth dropped open at my coldness but I ignored her and walked away. By the time I found my way to the gigantic dining hall, the table was already packed full of platters and platters of food, drinks, and meat. The princess' parents arrived just when I did and cast quizzical looks at me for being alone. I had to restrain myself from asking why they were so surprised when they knew how bratty the
I gasped. Every other person at the table gasped. The horrified expression on their faces mirrored the one on mine, I'm sure. When I told Ariel to be rude to Xavier, I had not expected that she would be able to go through with it. She was after all the kind princess, the angel who could not stand to see anyone suffer. This only went to show how desperate she was. It was foolish of her. She did not have to make her desperation so obvious because, in my eyes, it made her look vulnerable. Why should I care though? It only made things that much easier for me. I saw the smug look on her face for a fraction of a second before it disappeared, replaced by a look of horror. "Oh, what have I done? I'm so sorry, Prince Xavier." She cried in that pretentious tone of voice she adopted when she told a lie. Xavier looked stricken. He started from Ariel to his pants to the offending wine bottle and then back at Ariel. It was as if he needed some time to process the whole situation. Meanwhi
I seethed. Why was this happening to me? Why? One moment I was free to do whatever I liked as long as it was within the limits of southern law and the next moment, I was to become the wife of this angry-looking prince. Everything was happening so quickly and even though I did not want to, I couldn't help but feel hopeless sometimes. The prince was not helping issues either. He was a handsome young man and he was bound to have a lover somewhere in the northern kingdom. Did he not feel any ounce of guilt when he agreed to this marriage? His demeanor told me that he was someone who would not be forced easily into doing something he didn't want to, so why? "I know it wasn't a mistake." He said, dabbing on his trousers with a dry towel. "Oh really?" I said but I did not deny it. It was great to know he wasn't so dumb. "Princess Ariel, you know what I find puzzling?" He asked but he was not looking at me. A pronounced fold had formed on his glabella as he inspected the wet patch on his
Ohhhh man! Wait for the next thing that's going to happen. If you're not glued to your screen, expecting a chapter... I don't know what to say. I guarantee that the next couple of chapters would either make you laugh, cry, get annoyed but not angry and still manage to keep you hooked. I know you're tired of me saying this but the plot twists? Tell me who you like more right now, is it Ariel? Is it Xavier? Is it rosy? Or is it Asher? And don't forget to tell me your reason; think carefully. Catch me tomorrow? Yours faithfully.
I yawned. I loved my siblings and I loved having a conversation with them but the three of them together were a lot. They never ran out of things to say which I found fascinating on the one hand and irritating on the other hand. Right now, all I wanted to do was rest. And maybe do so while sipping some wine. But all they wanted to do was talk– about the palace, about the food, about the king and the queen. "I like that you are getting married to the princess. At least we'd get to visit anytime we like." Julius said. He was seated in front of my vanity combing his perfectly trimmed hair that did not need combing. "Plus, the princess is nice. I like her." July added. She was sprawled on my bed doing nothing at all. When she talked about the princess, a smile appeared on her face. For a split second, I wondered if they also assumed Roseline was my betrothed but then, I remembered that they were at the table yesterday. There was no way they could think that. "You met with the pri
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