Semua Bab Fated To The Prince Of Rebel: Bab 31 - Bab 40

Prince Keith I still couldn't believe that I had poured out all my frustration on Heather and somehow I felt embarrassed and stupid, I left the garden after and went back to my room trying to find something I could do to ease my mind out of the worry that had overwhelmed me, my eyes were on my desk, the papers everywhere untouched. I tried to focus, to bury myself in the things I find joy doing, but my thoughts were everywhere and focused only on Heather, no matter how much I tried to stop it. Damn it.I was a fool. A cruel, impulsive fool. How could I have spoken to her like that? She was... only trying to help me, no one had come after me but her, instead to be grateful I treated her badly. If only I could go back in time and correct what I have done.The day crawled by, trying to focus on work, but meals remained untouched. My mind was constantly replaying the scene in the garden, her wide, wounded eyes, the red flush on her cheeks. I need to apologize. Not just a mumbled, perfun

Prince Keith I saw Heather's eyes widen the moment the words left my mouth, she looked frightened. I couldn't seem to curb the impulse that had driven me to make such a statement in the first place. I cursed inwardly. It was infuriating, no matter how fiercely I tried to erect walls around my heart, no matter how ruthlessly I attempted to ignore her presence in my thoughts, I couldn't completely deny it. Heather had found her way in whether I liked it or not. The way I worried about her was something utterly foreign to me. I had thought the most affectionate feeling one can ever have for someone is what I care for Nyles but I was wrong. I always knew my care for Nyles was from debt, from the service she had rendered me, the fact she had been there when no one was, it was only necessary I care about her that way but Heather... Heather was different. There was no history of service, no advantage I gained from her well-being, not in the direct way one might expect. Yet, the worry was t

Heather I ran towards the palace without waiting for Molly, I was so eager to see Prince Keith that every other thing we talked about flew out of my head. Molly's calls of "Heather! Wait!" faded behind me, and I ignored her. My chest felt tight, it was a coil of anxiety and frustration… so tightly I could barely breathe. My mind was still reeling with the fact that he was back after vanishing like a ghost, without a single word. I didn't slow until I reached the door to our chambers. Without hesitation, without a breath to prepare, I yanked the heavy door open.The sight that greeted me stole the air from my lungs, but only for a second before the anger rushed back in to fill the void. Prince Keith stood near the grand mirror in his room, a white towel in his hand. He was shirtless, droplets of water still clinging to the skin of his shoulders and the dark hair plastered to his forehead from a recent bath. The sight of him, so casually there, after the quiet torment of his absence,

HeatherI was outside, slapped by the cool night air but I couldn’t bring myself to go back inside. I stood utterly still, the taste of him still on my lips. The thought felt foreign, so surreal. One moment, I was pulled into a dizzying, breathless kiss that stripped away every layer of caution I possessed, and the next, I was standing alone with silence ringing in my ears.He had kissed me. Not a polite brush of lips, not a formal peck, but a deep, consuming kiss that had stolen my breath and scrambled my thoughts. Logic flew out the window, replaced by a confusing surge of something warm and terrifyingly sweet. My affections, the ones I had desperately tried to deny, had flared into existence, blinding me to everything but the moment.And then, he pulled away. Abruptly. As if remembering some grave error. The sudden chill was worse than the kiss itself. He was breathing hard, his eyes wide, filled with a confusing mixture of regret and... panic?"Heather," he had said, his voice low

HeatherI sat down unable to do anything as the thought of the discussion I had with the grand Luna kept on swirling in my head and not just that I couldn’t stop thinking about the letter my father had sent to me also. The conversation I had with the grand Luna consumed me no matter how I try to forget it. The irony of it all was cruel. A day meant for celebration, for life, was the day designated for mourning another people. I stared out the window of my room.I decided not to think about it that much because my birthday was never really celebrated, it really made no difference but Prince Keith's parents... His parents. This day was important to him. It was a connection to the people he had loved and lost, the people who had shaped him into the man he is now. The thought of him confronting that day alone, or without it being properly honored, twisted the knot in my gut that I couldn’t help but felt concerned. My birthday doesn’t matter and what mattered was April 16th being a day