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?
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