Henrietta It's been a whole day since I got restricted because of Gwendolyn. The fact that she out smarted me triggered something in me, a very hard feeling I didn't want to access. She was beginning to make a place for herself in my life, a place of hatred, the kind that runs through the vein. Although Father had sent a guard to escort me to the study where I had classes with Gwendolyn, I was still sad because I wouldn't be able to go anywhere else aside here and my room. Not even to see mother. The moment the guards walked me to the door that led to the study, I let of a long sigh before turning the knob and opening the door. Upon entering into the room, I noticed that our chairs have been moved to different locations in the room. Gwendolyn was seated very far from me, unlike the last class where we sat side by side. This time, we were opposite each other but at a great distance almost at the rooms walls while Sir Bernard had his desk at the center of the room, and whenever he

Henrietta It was strange how he looked so familiar yet I was only seeing him for the first time. His face flashed across my memory over and over again and I tried hard to recall where I first met him. From all I could see about him, he was a guest here and didn't know me, else why would he shut his eyes instead of acknowledging my presence. "He had to be a guest." I whispered in a voice that held certainty while helping myself out of my dress. Normally, Chloe would have been the one to help me but since the incident at the garden, I am yet to set eyes on her. The last time a maid was in my room, I had requested to know how she was fairing, I was told she was getting better. Her arm had been hurt from how strong Gwen held her and since I couldn't go to her, the least I could do was know how she was. Slowly, I bent down and picked up the dress from the floor before proceeding to put on a lighter dress, a dress that would be quite comfortable to sleep in if I were to fall asleep.

Henrietta "Ha...ve you not cr…" her words got interrupted by a hard cough which left her lips in a dry torturous manner as her head bopped repeatedly on the pillow. A gasp escaped my lips as terror shot through my spine. I was unable to do anything, I just stood there staring at her in fear until something snapped inside of me and I hurried to her side. I was going to snake my arm under her neck after sitting next to her but she grabbed my hand and brought it to her chest instead. "Are you okay, mother?" I asked, sniffing back the tears and she nodded with a bright smile on her face. "Shh, don't cry anymore," She whispered, bringing my hand to her lips and brushing her lips lightly over it. "But yo…" "You have soaked my feet with so much tears already, I won't need to clean them anymore." She chuckled before leaving my hand on her chest and stretching her right hand towards my face. She rubbed her palm over my face and tucked the loose strands of hair which covered my face, beh

Henrietta What! Did he just speak? I turned to see the face of the man whom I had just expressed the pain which I had held within me all through the day. For a moment, I felt I was going to explode if I didn't speak to someone about it and felt he was unable to hear me. I had just said everything to a stranger, a commoner, I fear. But he was the man that always appeared in my dreams, almost every now and then. There should be more to this than I can see. "You have no idea what you're talking about," I retorted, a bid to act like I hadn't said enough for a night. He took two steps towards me and inasmuch as I wanted to take the exact same steps back, I didn't. I couldn't find it in me to go away from him. He sighed, "I know exactly what I'm talking about, Princess Henrietta, I have seen and heard everything you said and even that which your sister says as well." He said in a firm voice and my shoulder sagged. Shaking my head in regret, I heaved deeply before raising my eyes to him

Henrietta Last night seemed to have passed a lot faster than the previous nights. It was as if the stranger or rather, 'Prince Richard' as he called himself had influenced not only time but my senses as well. Thoughts of him clouded my mind, leaving me awestruck, confused but with a tingling feeling of excitement yet, I was scared; scared of what I could only imagine but never have, especially in this realm where I was out of place. "What am I even thinking? He is a Prince," I reminded myself, turning on the bed so that I was laying flat on my back while staring at the thick green sheet that was placed over my bed to decorate it but in all honesty, I was not really looking at it my vision was blurry and the item of focus was very present but not visible to me anymore. "He's an Alpha, Henrietta!" I half-yelled, "a soon-to-be king who would most definitely need a strong woman for a queen, someone to match his charisma and the amount of power he possesses." I reminded myself, a fail