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JAYDEN ALEXANDER
It's been years since I broke her trust and shoved her towards the danger, the day when I realised I've fallen in love was the same day I almost lost her to her enemies. The day of her accident.
Before I could indulge myself in the pool of self-abasement, the bell rang hinting the end of the test. I looked across the classroom at Rosaleigh as she continued to fidget
JAYDEN ALEXANDER.I pull down my window going slow through the lane in order to find the diner. My eye caught a small brown board that has THE MIDTOWN GRUB in old english font.The lane had many other diners and shops lined one besides the other, most of them crowded with customers. This one was a cosy looking, almost empty diner from what I can see through its glass doors. Obviously he would choose something like this where there are no more than a couple of visitors. Pulling over, I turn into the diner.The bell dingled with an awakening chime indicating my arrival as I walked in. The old man sitting behind the counter smiled and gestured at Ralph who was seated in the middle, his face half-hidden with the menu card as he feigned interest in it. The casual clothes on him wasn't giving away the absolute contrast image I had of him in his professional black suit.
JAYDEN ALEXANDERI paraded to my room taking two steps at a time, trying my best to avoid making a sound. Just as I was to enter my room, light chuckle sounds from the room across mine.Rosaleigh.The sound was so familiar like music to my ears. Inadvertently I stayed near the door to hear more of the sweet melody.But to my dismay, the surrounding had grown silent as if the two parties were disclosing a secret. Gracelyn being the loud one.My urge to barge in was at its peak when suddenly my phone rung. The caller Id 'Victor' glared at me like Victor's eyes did in real life. Moving into the confines of my room, I answered him."Got to know about our trip Jayden"His coarse yet authorative voice rang out of the speaker."Looking forward to meet your cousin huh?" I chuckled.&nbs
JAYDEN ALEXANDER I was in my suite when the sounds coming from Victor's suite attracted my attention. Standing on his door step I didn't waste time contemplating my decision to barge in. The room was a complete disarray of furniture, the lamps and vases broken into pieces on the floor, but Victor didn't seem to care as he continued ransacking the suite like a madman while blood oozed, drenching his shirt sleeve. I made sure the door was closed, so that no one sees him in this condition, before striding to Victor. "Victor?" I called as he paused rummaging the drawers, turning to me, his hairs disheveled mess while his greenish brow
ROSALEIGH ISABELLÉ Flashback. Heavy pairs of feet thudded as I continued to run, the gravel under the scorchimg sun was nothing but an addition in my struggle to escape. The deserted road was deprived of an aid, someone who could ward off these murderous people. Why are they following me? Abruptly a blurry image of man appeared from the very direction I was running to as I stumbled to a stop. My breathing ragged, the burning in my lungs and hightened rhythm against my ribs had me gasping for air. Where do you think you were escaping? - echoed a heavily accented voice through my mind.
THIRD PERSON POV. It had been two weeks since Jayden's return from his trip to France. The photos clicked were circulated and reached the Palace in Orbloem. Confirming the two Princes's stay in France, Edward let out a sigh of relief. However there was still something nagging in the back of his head and of course he ignored it because of his detoriorating health. He had more important matters to deal now that death was approaching. Matters relating to his succession. Rules were implied nationwide on the usage of internet as well as expression of Ideas and Opinion. So the people of Orbloem were unaware of anything happening in the outer world. The Health and Education system declined gradually. It had been nearly 20 years since the dethroning of King Henry of Orbloem but the people of Orbloem still wished that their long lost King and Queen would resurface and save them from this tyranni
THIRD PERSON POV. "Please come in." Jayden spoke, more like pleaded.Jayden's voice pierced through Rosaleigh's foggy mind as she comprehended her situation.I shouldn't have come and disturbed Alex's sleep. - Rosaleigh thought.However she didn't miss the reading glasses Jayden was wearing, which indirectly meant she hadn't disturbed his sleep. She took a minute to analyse his features. His dirty blonde hair was a mess as if Jayden had ran his hand through them quite a number of time, a habit he did when stressed.I doubt he noticed it himself.- Rosaleigh thought as her eyes fell on her hands remembering the reason of her visit. The picture."Alex, these...yo.. your notes... " she started in an effort to tell him how she found the photo. But istead of letting her complete Jayden
THIRD PERSON POV. Jayden cleared his throat returning his attention at Rosaleigh before he hesistantly took her hand waiting for her to repulse his touch. Though Rosaleigh on the other hand was attentive, observing his every move, she didn't retrive her hands actually liking the way his warmth spreaded through her. His touch had magically came with a hint of tranquility. "As you know our families are old family friends..." Jayden paused abruptly gauging her reactions, anticipating Rosaleigh's sudden black out. Thankfully it didn't come. Reading his worried expression Rosaleigh dreaded remenescing a bad memory, The photo was full of smiles - she comforted herself before silently urging Jayden to proceed, the pause was causing her heart to go through an overdrive. "So every year our parents celebrated Christmas toget
ROSALEIGH ISABELLÉThe next morning I walked down from my room leading to the dining area. A part of me eager to start the day. Dad was seated at the head of the dining table hiding behind his broad sheets while Mama took her seat adjacent to his. The dining area smelled of freshly baked Cinnamon rolls. Mama never baked them until it was Christmas and currently we were in mid year. Not that I complained, I've been a fan of Cinnamon rolls. I looked around the table in an attempt to find my favourite rolls. When I spotted them, I broke into a run half way through my way. Halting I grabbed a cinnamon roll and was about to devour it when my gaze fell on Mama. She was no longer sitting but standing and carefully observing my moves, a hand on her chest. My sudden run must