I couldn’t help but smile as we were on the trip back to Borstal, even though something unexpected had happened. The vehicle remained parked behind Borstal, where we had exited. He turned off the car engine, and we got out of the car and entered the gate. We caught Emmet asleep on a nearby bench in the prince’s private chamber. Lincoln chuckled. "This loafer." He brought his face up to Emmet. He patted Emmet’s brow. So, it awoke. "What the..." "Loafer, wake up!" "Jeez!" he screamed as he shoved Lincoln. "Lincoln! Darn you! You can wake me up without putting your face into mine." "I told you to keep an eye on the prince and not fall asleep." "You think I’ll just stand there staring at him all day?" Emmet gets up. "How was your trip?" "It was fun," I replied. "Good, my time spent watching after the prince should not be wasted." "As though you did something, all you did was sleep the entire time. Are you certain the prince is still there? You might not have realized he had gotte
The call abruptly came to a stop. It doesn’t make me feel better; instead, it makes me feel worse. Those phrases of the prince... make me anxious as well.It’s 12:30 a.m., yet King Augustus and Prince Augustus have still not returned to the palace. I think I won’t be able to sleep. To fall asleep, I went down to the library cause reading helps me sleep faster. I’m not sure which of these books I’ll read first. Fortunately, there are labels on every bookcase, so I had no trouble choosing an intriguing book. I was excited to see what was in these books, particularly the one about their family history, but when I saw how thick it was, I felt lazy to read it all of a sudden. What I did instead of reading was wander around the library out of sheer boredom. I spotted something at the far end of the library, a door that was blocked by a bookcase. It has a vibrant hue. It is visible to anybody. There was a warning sign on the wall showing it was off-limits, but I went anyway. My feet moved slo
"Have a nice meal." Mr. Sullivan, our English teacher, stated. I grabbed all of my books and placed them in the bag. Hang my backpack over my shoulder and turn heads out. "Come back here, Miss Gemma." a deep voice said from behind me. I took a step back. "Yes, Mr. Sullivan?" "Could you please do me a favor?" "What is it, Mr. Sullivan?" "Could you please return the books that I borrowed to the library? Don't worry; it’s not that much." I turned my gaze to the prince, who was walking away from me. "But…" "Just go over him after you've returned the books." I walked back into the room. Mr. Sullivan took the books underneath the desk one after the other. "One, two, three, four, fifth, and sixth..." Just glancing at the books he places on the table makes me dizzy. Is this what he says not much? "Mr. Sullivan, you stated a few books... There are far too many of these books. I can't carry them all by myself." "If Emmet can do it, so you can." "But, we have different strengths. Emmet i
Suddenly, I felt my phone vibrate in the pocket of my skirt. That's when I stopped weeping. I came to a halt for a brief period, took my phone from my pocket. When Mama's name showed on the screen, I was surprised. I wasn't expecting her to call. I brushed away my tears before answering the phone. "M-ma?" She coughs and clears her throat. "How are things going for you? Are you eating well? Come back if they don't adequately feed you." I want to tell her I want to go home right now, but her voice makes me feel like I can. Her voice persuaded me I was too far away to give up. "Yes, I'm eating well. It was as though I was gaining weight because of the luxurious taste of their food." "Good, because if they don't feed you right, I'll go there myself to bring you home." "Ma… I know you're wondering if I regret my decision. If I said I hadn't repented, I'd be lying. Every day, I regret not being with you guys, squandering every second, minute, and hour of my time to look after the prince
I rushed to the back of the palace after reporting to the king to seek a sack. Instead of baking macaroons for him this time, I'll create a bobble to cheer him up before their practice game tomorrow after I find out how strong the Fort Street Academy players are. "Hey!" Prince Emmanuel came unexpectedly, startling me and causing the sack I was clutching to fall off. "What are you doing?" "N-nothing," I stammered."Nothing? What is the sack for?" "Project?" I replied instantly, standing up straight and hiding the sack behind me. "You're not sure," he grinned."I'll go ahead first," I said"Okay," He said, quickening my pace, but before I could get away from him, he yelled my name again. "Tell the crown prince not to be too serious about the game tomorrow; it's just a practice game. It's okay if they lose." "OK," I said as I walked away from him. Is Fort Street Academy so strong that even Prince Emmanuel expects them to be defeated right away? I couldn't change my uniform since I w
I wandered around the field to search for Tal and the others. Not that far distant, I spotted someone waving. When I took a closer look, I was sure it was Tal and other music club members. I dashed towards them, climbing the third bleacher to get closer."I honestly didn't expect that many students would watch," I said, surprised."And even the FSA students attend only to watch the game. This is how intense their battle will be." Tal added."I could hardly wait."We waited over 20 minutes for the two school players to appear. Even Raeanna isn't here yet. Every minute, I check my phone to see whether Raeanna has responded to my text. "Please, Raeanna, please come," I murmured.The noise of the students came to a halt as if an angel had passed by. Only the whistle of the wind and the chirping of a bird can be heard. The students' gaze was focused in a single direction. I glanced at where they were looking. At the bottom of the field, I could see Raeanna standing, searching for someone.I
The Borstal team could barely get near the ball at the start of the game because of the strong defenders of Fort Street, but there was one on the team who effortlessly snatched the ball, none other than the Prince. His aura has changed; unlike their fight in Windsor, the Prince now appears more serious, as if he is in a blaze as I stare at him. But when the man from FSA who was also at the center when Prince tossed a coin arrived, Fort Street snatched it back, and the ball was returned to them. Our team did not lose. The game has become more intense as the first half ends. Not a single one aof them scored. After forty-fifth minutes, I can see how tired the prince is; he spent too much energy; his body might give out if he kept going.Tal stopped me just as I was about to go down the bleacher. "Can you tell me where you're going?""I have to stop him. If he keeps doing this, his body will eventually give up," I said, worried that he would not make it till the end of the game."He knows
My heart is pounding at a highly rapid and powerful rate. But when nothing hits me, I gently open my eyes. The guy from Fort Street Academy reached out his hand to me, and without saying anything, I grabbed his hands in mine, and the guy helped me get up. He comes over to where Prince Augustus is standing and looks him in the eyes; without a trace of fear or shame. "How shameless; I never expected the Prince to be so cruel, especially to a girl." The guy from FSA said."Mind your own business." "You truly differ from the other princes, novel yet quickly angered," he said sarcastically. Prince Augustus clenched his hands in a rage because of what the Fort Street Academy student stated. "Deacon!" another Fort Street student arrived. "Why are you still here? Let's go; they are waiting." The man smiled as he turned to face his friend. "OK!" He returned his gaze to the prince. "Don't be disappointed by your defeat; it's only a practice game, there’s nothing to worry about. So, stop whi