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The Tyrant’s Broken Princess CHAPTER 62
MEANDRAI thought this day would never come.And now that it had, I almost wished it hadn’t.Yesterday still felt like a dream—a strange, hushed, dream where I hadn’t said a word because my voice had gone and hidden itself somewhere in the pit of my stomach.Fernando had been crouched beside Belle.I was enjoying their little bantering, not necessarily wanting to put an end to whatever mischief she was plotting. But then I heard it. Clear as a bell.She had invited him to stroll with us.I was amused at first, until I realised she wasn’t joking.I froze.My breath hitched.My heart had slammed so loudly when he looked at me for approval.I couldn’t say anything. Couldn’t argue. Not with her face so bright and not with his face so annoyingly handsome.So I’d just… nodded.And now here I am. Standing in the middle of my room with the morning sun pouring in through the curtains, watching it dance across the wooden floor like it has no idea how disastrous this day is going to be.I had c
The Tyrant’s Broken Princess CHAPTER 61
MEANDRA I woke with a heaviness in my chest, the kind that made it hard to breathe without feeling like something was sitting atop my ribs. The morning light crept in through the shutters, casting long shadows across the floorboards, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. I laid still, eyes fixed on the ceiling as if it might somehow offer me clarity—or at the very least, numbness. But none came. Only the quiet churn of thoughts I didn’t want to hold. There was a deep, gnawing unease I couldn’t shaket. I should’ve felt relief that the night was over, but instead, a dull ache spread through me—part fatigue, part regret. I hadn’t even fully dressed for bed last night. My skirt was wrinkled, my hair pinned haphazardly against the pillow. I should never have gone to see Alejandro. That much was certain now. I remembered the handkerchief in my hand—folded, pressed, and carried with a foolish sense of hope. That he might remember it. That he might remember me. But he hadn’t. Not really
The Tyrant’s Broken Princess CHAPTER 60
MEANDRAThroughout the day, I found myself more distracted than I cared to admit. I sat with Belle, pretending to listen, nodding at the right moments, responding with small smiles that didn’t quite reach my eyes.She was speaking—about the weather, about the birds she’d seen that morning, about how someone had braided her hair unevenly again—but my mind wasn’t present.Not fully.I kept drifting.Every time she paused to take a breath or turned to reach for something, I found myself slipping back into the memory. Back to that room. Back to him.The moment he handed me the handkerchief.It replayed in my mind with frustrating clarity. The weight of it in my palm. I kept wondering.Belle tugged at my sleeve, snapping me out of it. “You’re doing that thing again,” she said, frowning up at me.“Where your eyes go all floaty and you don’t blink.”I forced a soft laugh. “Sorry. Just tired.”She didn’t look convinced.Neither was I.Because this wasn’t just tiredness. It was restlessness.
The Tyrant’s Broken Princess CHAPTER 59
MEANDRAThe next day had arrived quickly and I visited Belle’s room. I dressed her up and styled her hair. She tried to entertain herself with a game of tea time but it was no use, the walls were too sill and everywhere too quiet. It just wasn’t the same with Shantai.She was probably working during this time so I suggested maybe a little rest.Belle and I laid on the bed. She shut her eyes too quickly while mine were wide open, focused on the ceiling and letting questions drift through my mind.Suddenly, his name came up.Alejandro.My eyebrows furrowed slightly and I turned in the bed.I just couldn’t fathom how he has been acting lately. Why has he been acting nice? What exactly had changed and why?Everything felt too foreign.It made my heart race not in fear but in curiosity and maybe the urge to want more of that. I refused to entertain that feeling. I suppressed it multiple times.Even now, I suppressed it. I couldn’t trust it, I refused to because if I did what if it’s all go
The Tyrant’s Broken Princess CHAPTER 58
MEANDRAMalachi had stumbled out of my room, scared senseless until his face had turned white—like a ghost. I didn't blame him, the dark look in Alejandro's eyes, the sternness in his voice and the ticking of his jaw would have been enough to tame the wildest beasts. If I was at the other end of his anger, I'd also be searching for a means to escape.I swallowed hard. I had seen the look on Malachi's face, it was that of a man who's pride had been shattered and that made him only more dangerous to me. What would happen if Alejandro wasn't there to protect me?I almost cringed at the thought. He has only shown barely a moment of care, yet I'm already thinking of how doomed my life would be if he didn't protect me. His hand remains at the hem of my waist as he guides me towards the bed with the gentlest of nudges. I was close—too close I could hear his breathing. I could see his heartbeat, and it made me itch to lay my head on his chest. I was almost jealous, as a thought crossed my min
The Tyrant’s Broken Princess CHAPTER 57
MEANDRA“Don’t you dare?” A familiar low voice interrupted.It wasn’t Malachi’s but Alejandro’s.I had recalled I hadn’t shut the door so Alejandro must have witnessed his actions. His sudden appearance made me wonder why he walked towards my room in the first place.“Step away from her,” he instructed, taking few steps into the room. His footsteps filling the silence.I knew that voice—haughty, sharp like frost against skin, a voice that grated as much as it intrigued. His voice was definitely familiar.I couldn’t be mistaken.I didn’t dare lift my head from where I lay sprawled on the cold floor with my back against the wall.My lip bled from whereMalachi had hit me. His boots were a few inches from my ribs now, as if ready to press the last of my defiance into dust. My heart was pounding, but I refused to let the tears fall.Malachi turned slowly, his weight shifting off me with a reluctant sneer. “Ah. Lord Alejandro,” he said, feigning civility, though the malice lingered behind
The Tyrant’s Broken Princess CHAPTER 56
MEANDRAMy eyes widened, and my heart thudded violently against my ribs, each beat louder than the last. The air in the room seemed to grow heavier, thick with unspoken tension.I tightened my grip on the doorknob and began to inch backwards with measured slowness. Every movement was deliberate, cautious — not just because I was afraid, but because I knew he was watching.I didn’t dare look away from him. My gaze remained locked on his. I didn’t want to seem suspicious. But I also knew — painfully, helplessly — that no matter what I did, it would be taken the wrong way. Misinterpreted. Twisted.His expression darkened, eyes narrowing into sharp, calculating slits. He took a step forward — then another — slow, measured steps that sent dread crawling up my spine.The room felt smaller with every inch he closed between us.I halted just a few inches away from the door, barely a breath away. I glanced at it for a slight second, taking in a breath and bracing myself for what was about to h
The Tyrant’s Broken Princess CHAPTER 55
MEANDRAMy eyes took in the interiors of the bedroom. It was beyond my expectations. Not that I was expecting anything luxurious. I was simply grateful to have a bed and a change of clothes to sleep in. My eyes lingered on the queen sized bed in the middle of the room. There was a vanity and a mirror at one corner, a table and a chair at the other corner. There was a double doored wardrobe adjacent to the bed. I didn't know my breath was caught in my throat until now. I closed my eyes and sighed.My heart was racing. It almost seems too good to be true. I was waiting to awaken from this dream. Somehow the universe would plunge me back into the darkness like it usually does and what was remaining of my hope would shatter. It was a feeling that was well familiar and I was used to it by now.I was used to it all except now, I wasn't waking up. I was stuck here. It seemed like it was too real to be true. The feeling of bittersweet nostalgia hit me. There was nothing that I could do to m
The Tyrant’s Broken Princess CHAPTER 54
MEANDRAI couldn’t stop myself.It was as though the flickering awareness of my surroundings was blurred, and I was no longer in control of my body. Before I even knew what I was doing, my feet had begun to move. The space between us—once charged with uncertainty, and the silence of too many unsaid things—began to shrink with every step I took toward her.Shantai didn’t move. She stood still, unmoving and unflinching.My hands reached out before I could even think of why.They hovered at first, hesitant, trembling. Then they touched her. My arms slid across the curve of her back, one hand rising to cradle her shoulders while the other pressed gently against her spine. She was here.I pulled her body flush against mine. My cheek rested beside hers. I felt the rise and fall of her chest, the subtle tension in her muscles, the cautious way her breath caught between us. But still, she didn’t push me away. My lips curved. A smile bloomed across my face before I even realized it. I coul
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