Meeting Him

|Princess Zoey's Point Of View|

I immediately stand up when I see Prince Patrick. He bows his head in respect and glances at me with his infamous smirk, which I never saw during the period we dated. And seeing him in front of me, not even the slightest bothered by the breakup and remembering the lies he has told my parents... it makes my blood boil.

"Are you going now, honey?" my mother asks me, looking at my half-touched plate.

"Yes, mother. I think I better go now." I say, looking straight into Prince Patrick's eyes.

"I'll ask a guard to escort you down there," she says.

"No need. I will ask myself."

I leave my food and walk past Prince Patrick without sparing a glance at him. But before I leave the dining room, I hear his voice ask my parents where I am going. Like he cares! Self-pretentious bitch! Aaa!

It is pretty surprising, indeed, how I used to love him so much, but now I am loathing after him. But still, a small part of my mind doesn't want me to hate him...

I walk down a cor