The Rebel Falls For The Prince (The 10: Venera) のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

"I need everyone at the meeting table NOW!" Micha barked, making Venera jump. He had burst into the lab in a flurry of ashy blonde hair, wearing the most wrinkled suit in the country. Despite the fact he couldn't call an official meeting, everyone obliged. News from Micha was always valuable, so the rest of the 10 wasted no time getting to the head table. The lab was overly crowded these days. For most of the 10 there wasn't any work outside at the moment. Some were sprawled on bean bags in the middle of the room, while Sabrina lay on the black stone floor, laughing at the boys training in the fitness corner. "The prince has finally decided to marry." he paused for a second to let the information sink in. "They will be announcing the 11 selected girls in a few hours on Channel 3. We need to decide if we can use t

When the car approached the palace, Venera put everything in her backpack and brushed hands through her hair to smooth it, the fading blue locks tucked behind her ears, which were still burning red. On the 40-minute ride, she was able to small talk and win some respect from the guards. The palace was made from a sparkly white rock on the outside and it glistened in the sun. The weather was getting chillier in the later afternoon Venera wished she'd thought to bring a jacket. Her clothes weren't appropriate for the weather. She had taken only 2 changes of clothes and her old Kevlar body suit in case things got heated at the palace, which seemed enough when she was packing but too little now that she was faced with the reality of the palace. The guards calmed her down by telling her there are dresses sewn for each of the girls the prince had ch

Venera had been listening to music for some time, when the tall black-haired guard from earlier knocked on her door with her dinner. She tried to invite him in and keep her company, but he refused so Venera left the door open and talked to the guard stationed at her door.   She learned his name.   "So, Manny, why are you at my door? Isn't the palace safe? Why am I being guarded?" Venera asked.   "I have no idea as well, lady, but those were my orders, so I am here." he tossed casually.   "What do you do at the castle usually?" she followed up.   "Normally I guard the front entrance and the garden exit on the east, but I will be stationed with you for the duration of your stay here, lady." he sighed.   I bet it is a bore to sit outside the door and count flies, thought Venera.   "Why are you so exhausted? You look like you have been workin

The prince fell asleep at some point, face planted on her bed. Venera tried to fall asleep on the other side of the bed but kept getting awoken by his grunts every so often. She didn't want to take sleeping pills so late into the night or her morning would be miserable. The clock read 4 a.m. so Venera was wondering if she could just stay awake and survive the next day. Ultimately she decided against it. Just before she tried to go back to bed for the umpteenth time, she cracked the door open to see Manny was still out like a candle, just like he was, when the prince had come to her room. She snuck back into bed, lifted the blanket to check on the prince's healing, which looked good for now. She didn't have the energy nor the tools to find out if the whip used on him was soaked in something to stop the wounds from clotting. She lied down and got comfortable, faced the outside of the bed, and tried to ignore the prince was just an arm's reach

After their exchange after lunch, Felix had to leave once again, this time to a meeting with the king's advisors. He promised Venera to be back before dinner so they could have more time to talk.   Venera had a lot of thinking to do, as it was going to be soon time to tell the prince the real reason she was here. Was she ready to tell him? Was she prepared to lose his trust? Will finding out she was a rebel change his opinion of her? Would this jeopardize the 10's mission? Did she trust him enough still?   Venera decided that thinking in the bath would help her, so she filled one for herself and added a lot of the lavender bath salt she found in the drawer. There was never a time in her life when she could have afforded the luxury of having a bath and she was determined to make the best of it while she was at the palace.   He said you are his only choice, she thought. But can I count on him not changing his mind?