12. Chelsea

Chelsea

After changing the gown into a pink romper that I found in the wardrobe, I sank myself into the soft mattress of the bed. That night, I didn't eat again. My body was getting weaker. Yet, I had no appetite. I was only left with nothingness. Even in this immense space, I felt like I was confined. The walls around me were suppressing me. My lungs were running out of oxygen.

My parents probably don't care if I am alive or dead. They never did. They are relieved that I'm gone. No one would ever come to get me. I had no one.

I refused to believe Alastair occupied even a little stage of my life, tied by fate. I had been a believer. I had a blind thing on fate and it betrayed me. Or worse, it thrashed me in hell with a man I knew.... I didn't know. I knew he was a Prince, a future king who would rule the country. Not me, oh God, I won't be ruled by him, not as one of his whores he fantasies about. I knew nothing about him. Not a fucking single thing. Just his name, his title and how