Princess Daciana のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 6

PRINCESS DACIANA“Your Grace, the final ten await your presence,” the Stewart murmured.My heart drummed steadily beneath my corset, each breath restricted to shallow sips of air, you couldn't blame me for being nervous this was my husband we were talking about.The next King to the throne my parents wouldn't hesitate to sacrifice me for.I wasn't really one to be considered for the position as Queen though I was trained since I learned how to walk the principals of being Queen yet I believed I would never make the cut.Fate had other plans, cruel plans and there I was, the embodiment of my mother's laws she would have been so proud and that's all I wanted.It was the mantra I replayed in my head every time the urge to walk away bubbled within,I had to make my parents proud.They were ambushed, murdered for their crowns it was my duty to keep it away from whoever was behind that dreadful night and it was a duty I had given my whole life for.It was my destiny.The doors groaned open,

PRINCESS DACIANAThe next morning a harsh rapping at my chamber door jolted me awake. Before I could even protest, Lady Blaire swept into the room, her expression as cold as winter’s breath.“Rise at once, Daciana,” she commanded. “You have already squandered enough of the morning. Royal duties await.”Suppressing a groan, I pulled myself from the warmth of my bed. The maids rushed in at her signal, they stripped away my nightclothes and draped me in a royal attire but today I welcomed it because today, I would find my masked Prince.“Do try to appear more enthusiastic,” Aunt Blaire chided, her lips twisting into a scornful arch. “You represent not only yourself but this kingdom. Do not tarnish our name with your sulking.”I offered her a polite, if tight, smile. “Of course, Aunt. I shall behave in the most exemplary fashion.”A knowing scoff escaped her, but she stepped aside, allowing the maids to finish pinning my hair with delicate pearls. Once the preparations were complete, I wa

6DACIANA It had been a while since I felt this way.Dread, surprise and worse shame.It suddenly made sense why he didn't care that I held a knife, he knew he could outsmart me and that riled me up.“Your silence is refreshing,” he teased, failing to hide the amusement in his tone.The sudden shift of power had stolen my breath earlier, but the longer the cold steel stayed there with no intent, the more my pulse steadied. “Drop the knife,” I tried to sound intimidating but it came out like a plea. “Yes your royal majesty, because you insist I will be a puppet and dance to your strings.” He said sarcastically, the blade settling deeper on the base of my neck.“I know you won’t use it.” My voice steadied this time. “If you wanted me dead, you could have pushed me off the ledge the night we met.”For one heartbeat his hold faltered. Then he stepped away completely, flipping the dagger in his palm before offering it hilt-first with a bow.“Careful,” he murmured a ghost of a smile play