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
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?