In the week that followed, it was not until they heard the crown prince had gone back to Madonia did they finally get the chance to breath again. If he left without causing trouble, then his people should have left with him. He couldn't possibly be looking for Dexter now. During those moments however, Maya and Dexter had gotten even closer. As close as they could get. Dexter health was also improving rapidly and now he could walk around almost without any aide. As much as it made Maya happy to see him get better, a part of her was saddened at the fact that he would eventually leave. Having him around has brightened her usual boring, monotone life. And it's all about to change. The second week rolled by and Maya began noticing some changes in Dexter's mood. His health almost fully recovered, he began to worry a lot. During those times, Maya didn't know how to help him with it and she didn't bother asking because she knew why he did. She'd asked her Nanny for help

"You're worrying again, aren't you?" A voice asked, interrupting Dexter from his thoughts. He looked up to see Maya standing above him, a stern look on her face. Caught in the act, all he could do was shrug, looking away. A week had passed since Maya had gone into the village to get him a horse. Knowing what they had implied, it had caused him to spiral, causing him to constantly think. "It's not like I can help it." He answered, his voice low. "Of course you can. You just don't want to." Maya countered. Then her gaze softened. "I don't like seeing you like this. It makes me worry as well. Everything is going to be fine." "Easy for you to say." "Okay, that's it! We are going on a walk!' Maya announced, pulling Dexter to his feet. Dexter stared at her surprised. "Going on a walk, now?" "Of course. Don't you want to?" Dexter scratched the back of his neck, looking nervous. "I don't think so. Besides, where would we go?" "The riverside

For the next few hours, Maya stayed in her room, rereading the contents of the letter over and over again. Such action only did well to increase the agony in her heart, causing her to grow pensive as time wore an on. The Royal family had finally contacted her after all these years and this is what they send. Maya couldn't believe it. Dinner was the only time Maya stepped out of her room and since her mood still hadn't improved, it caused an unnatural tension to hang in the air, seeing the usual cheerful princess, quiet as a tomb. Naomi, already used to her princess behavior just served her dinner, leaving her alone. It was Dexter who kept peering at her, wondering what went wrong. "Do you want to want to talk about it?" He asked when the silence finally became unbearable. " They're moving the time I'll be leaving the villa forward" Maya suddenly announced, surprising everyone on the table. " It's no longer three months from now. I just have a month left." She wa

" The rumors are true! You did get married!!" The new lady cried, her cheeks flushed. Maya stared at her, confused. Who is she? She began to ask Dexter but cut herself short when she saw the deadly look on Dexter's face as he stared back at the stranger...The air in the room changed as Dexter glared at the stranger, his eyes growing dark, veins popping out from his neck." Get out." Dexter groaned, his voice calm and deadly. The stranger flinched, gripping her clothes tightly, her face turning crimson." But!.." she began, opening her mouth to speak again. Dexter cast a pointed look to the guards behind her and immediately understanding, they dragged the beautiful stranger out, her screams of refusal echoing in the room. She glared at Maya as was dragged out. Soon the door was slammed shut and silence descended.He turned back to Maya who still had that confused look on her face. They were silent for so long till Maya spoke up." What just happened? Who is that?" Maya asked, looking

The room fell silent at her entrance. All gazes fell on her and her breath caught in her throat. Clenching her fists, she raised her head even higher, taking uniformed steps to the end. The air of regality clinging to her like a cloak, she refused to give them the satisfaction of seeing her unnerved. She could feel their piercing gaze on her but she tried her best not to shrink from it. Her eyes searching and falling on Dexter who was sitting at his throne. He looked furious but their eyes met and his gaze softened. She took in a deep breath, relief flooding her like a wave. Murmurs broke out as she walked, their snide remarks drifting to her ears. Not her business, she repeated over and over to herself, tuning them out. Her job was to get the Dexter. After what seemed like forever, she finally got to his side. He stood to his feet, closing in on the last few steps. Once again, he reached out his hands to pull her up and she placed her hand in his. He reached it up to his