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The Cold Prince 11
~AvilaI stare down at the words in front of me, wishing they weren't swimming in my vision.“Been swimming recently?”I jump, glancing up. Roel is pinning me with that cloudy gaze hidden being his thin framed glasses. This is one of many sessions I've agreed to that should inform me about this Territory and how I should rule one day.“No.” I clear my throat.I haven't had much time for anything. My mind has been full of thoughts of Emerick and of Vade, and how I'm supposed to marry the former. I haven't been thinking much about pursuing hobbies that I previously had.“Worked on your art?”“I gave it a try and I’m useless," I drone, flipping the page of the book despite not absorbing any of the information.Roel studies me quietly for a moment. His scrutiny makes it difficult to concentrate on my studying, although at this point I'm ready to accept that this is a lost cause.“Fascinating. It seems this experience has reset your brain entirely," Roel murmurs. He scribbles something on
The Cold Prince 12
~AvilaThis morning, I woke to four maids crowding me.They practically dragged me from bed and started dressing me, muttering about how my father returned from business.Once I've been sufficiently dressed in suffocating clothing, I'm dragged downstairs to meet him.Considering how I was prepared in the morning by the maids, I expected my father to be a stuffy, haughty man with too much power and little interest in me.Much to my surprise, he immediately engulfed me in a warm, loving hug and launched into a spiel about how grateful he is that I'm alive, and how sorry he was to be held up on his attempt to return here.I like him already.Now, we sit at the table, enjoying a beautiful lunch that is far more exotic and lavish than anything I've had so far, when my father hasn't been home. I've piled my plate with so many foreign fruits that I have no more room for anything else of substance.“I am so pleased you're back, Av," father exclaims, smiling at me.I see the resemblance betwee
The Cold Prince 13
~AvilaI take my seat in front of the desk, wiping my damp palms over my clothed thighs.“Well, this is an interesting situation isn’t it?”The man on the other side of the desk is yet another unfamiliar face. He arrived this morning, and with his presence came a shift in Crimson's behaviour. She strolled downstairs wearing more clothes than I've ever seen on her body with a necklace shaped like angel wings.It didn't take me long to realise this man represents the Angel's through the church, and is here to consult with Vade and I before our wedding.“We appreciate your discretion with Avila. She isn’t ready to come out to the public just yet," Vade exclaims.The minister rests his forearms on the desk, smiling at me. “Of course. Your mother informed me that you have lost your memory, so we must conduct this pre-wedding interview again.”The amount of traditions around here is frankly ridiculous.“We’ve done this before?” I glance at Vade.He looks incredible this morning. Considering
The Cold Prince 14
~AvilaI settle into my seat, looking at the two unfamiliar people sitting before me.Roel has called them in to gather information on me. It's in the pursuit of finding out why this has happened to me.I've been told I can back out of this at any moment. Still, I'm nervous.What if something bad is uncovered?“Thank you for speaking with us today, Avila. This is an interesting case," Marie, the female researcher says with a pinched smile. The others introduced themselves to me as Jeremy.“Can you help me find out how this happened?” I ask, clutching the arms of the chair as if I might fall off.“We are hoping to." Marie exchanges a look with her colleague. “We have been told that you are experiencing different tastes in foods, different interests etc since coming back to life.”I swallow past the dryness in my throat. The term 'come back to life' is a little daunting to think about.I mean, is that really what happened? Was I ever dead?“I have flashbacks of being good at art, and ye
The Cold Prince 1
I'm suddenly aware of everything. First is the pain, striking right between my temples. It makes me wince, until I realise that my facial muscles are stiff. As I raise my hand to touch them, my wrist hits concrete, my skin raw as I yelp in pain.Darkness surrounds me, as my eyes slowly peel open, seeing nothing but swirling colour on a black canvas in my vision. The air is stale, as I breathe in deeply, my joints clicking in response. I must have fallen asleep in an odd position, as all my limbs feel numb. And then it hits me. Where am I? Who am I? No matter how deep I scrape the back of mind, everything comes up blank. I remember nothing. "Help!" I yell, pressing the palms of my hands against the ceiling above me, the bite of cold from it striking through my tender skin.My voice is hoarse, unused, scratching painfully at my throat. "Please someone help me!"A yelp sounds from whatever concrete casing I'm trapped in, and then some frantic mumbling. I'm not sure what is going on
The Cold Prince 2
~Avila My throat is tight as I stare down at the pictures Crimson holds in front of me. "This was you when you were only a little girl," she breathes, pointing to the centre of the photo. "You were so vivacious, so energetic. Your Kingdom became enamoured by you immediately, predicting that you would be a fair, but responsible Queen one day."The photo is of me, a young girl wearing a fluffy red dress, standing in a grand courtyard. Pink petals rain down around me. A cold feeling shudders through me at the absence of any recognition. "My Kingdom?" I whisper. Crimson, my mother, rests her hand on my arm. "It is to be yours one day, of course."The thought is so daunting my vision becomes fuzzy for a moment. How can I rule over a Kingdom I know nothing about? "Perhaps keep the bigger information for later. We need to be gradual about introducing her to her old life,” Roel says. He sits on the other side of the bed, watching on thoughtfully. I could kiss this strange old man. "O
The Cold Prince 3
~AvilaI stare down at my hands, deep in thought.Regardless of how long I spend scraping at the very edges of my mind, there are no memories to be found.Pressing the heels of my palms against my eyes, I let out a frustrated groan.Who am I meant to be? What am I supposed to do now? My initial confusion has melted away into frustration, and I just want to scream.I cast my gaze off to the window.The moon is round and full tonight, casting an ethereal glow into the room. My eyes flutter closed, a sweet, flower-scented breeze ruffling through the curtains, blowing over my damp skin, finally cooling it.I need to get outside. I can't be in this room a moment longer.Snatching a sheer dressing gown off its hook, I slip it on and make my way out the door and into the corridor.Everything about this place is vast and cold.The ceilings are tall and sweeping, adorned with ornate fixtures and painted various shades to create intricate patterns.My bare feet pad against the cool wooden floor
The Cold Prince 4
~AvilaI clear my throat, shifting uncomfortably.This isn't how I wanted to meet my future husband. I've got dirt and blood on me, and he stands amidst the shadows like they bleed from him."So...You're him," I let out, trying not to take a wary step backwards.He raises his brows. "Him?”It's frightening, knowing that he knows more about me than I know about myself. There was a whole life I lived before dying, and I'm the only one not privy to it.“The man I’m supposed to be marrying," I breathe.My gaze drifts down to his hand. No ring. Maybe it isn't confirmed that we are still to be married. I mean, what if in the time that I was gone, he moved on.I wouldn't blame him...He takes a step toward me, his hands gliding into his pockets.What I've deduced so far is that he's an intense person, and I've only been in his company for a few minutes. His gaze hasn't shifted from me since he stopped trying to see what I was chasing after. I'm not even sure those steely grey eyes have blink
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