Blythe was standing in the doorway, with a glass of water in hand after the call I had. "What are you doing standing out there?"
"Can I come in?" she queried.
"Sure, Blythe, you may come into my room whenever you want," I say. I made space for her in my bed so she could sit close to me. "Do you have any schoolwork, projects, or anything I can help you with?"
She made a shaky movement with her head. "I missed my room, our old house. What is the point of living here if our old house is still okay?"
"I-There's been a change, Blythe. The age of our home makes it unfit for living in. It's no longer secure. Mama and I have made the difficult decision to move," I'm at a loss for words with her; I realize that's a stupid excuse. I cannot say the bank has seized possession of our home.
"But our old house holds many memories of us. What if our brother comes home and we aren't there?" Blythe fretted.
"Blythe, don't worry; Samuel will be OK. Someone will assist him in coming to this place. You're too young to be concerned with such a serious issue. Her hair was a mess because of me. "Blythe, you need to focus on your schoolwork and not stress out about anything else right now, okay?"
"All right," she said, nodding. "Will Kuya Abel still drop us off at school tomorrow?"
"It depends on him," I replied. "Why, do you want Abel to drop you off the school again?"
"No, he was babbling while driving. I can't concentrate on what I'm reading," Blythe grumbled.
I burst out laughing.
She continued by saying, "Mr. Aron should not have resigned... Since your school is conveniently located near both Allerick's and mine, can you send us to school-- Oh, you don't have a license to drive, but that's okay, let's just take a cab."
The thought of disappointing Blythe by not taking her to school broke my heart. Tomorrow, one of King Lucien's chauffeurs will pick me up before sunrise. The reason I picked that time was because I didn't want them to see me go.
"Can I just drop you off at school when I get back? Meanwhile, Abel will be the one to drive you. He'll get you to school faster. You will not be late," I turned her head to look at me. "Ate won't be able to take you since we have a school... trip. But this is just for the student council. Ate Mishe and Kuya Abel are not included."
"Will it take a while till you return?"
"I'm not sure, maybe." I shrugged my shoulders.
Blythe let out an exasperated groan. "Papa has to go out of town for work, and you have to go out of town for school. Why do you always disappear on me?"
"You'll know when you go to high school or become a businessman like our papa,"
"Nah, I hate Papa'sob; it is too complicated; I want to be a musician like Mama." When she mentioned her dream, her mood changed.
"Really?" I couldn't help but hug her since I was so happy to know we had the same dream. "I, too, aspire to be a musician, like my mama, who is a talented violinist. Do you love playing the violin as well?"
"No, I enjoy cello since that is what our teacher teaches us. You should hear my teacher play; he's good, but mama's better," she bragged. "Once I know much more about the cello, I'll apply to Juilliard University. Someday, I'll be a famous cellist..."
Blythe knew what she wanted at the age of thirteen, and she didn't even think about what else she desired. Blythe instantly considered applying to Julliard. I have never thought about applying before. She, who was still in grade school, knew her dream right away.
"Will you also apply to Juilliard?"
"Hmm... I'm not sure. Going to Juilliard is not a top priority at the moment. But when it's all done, I'll try to get us both into Juilliard." Blythe continued to chat till she fell asleep in my room. "Good night, Blythe," I tucked the blanket around her, covering her completely.
I had to leave her for a moment to go to Allerick's room. Instead of sleeping, I caught him playing. "Hey, kid, it's late; you should go to bed now. If Mama finds you playing, I'm sure you'll be scolded again." I threatened.
"It's fine," his face seems gloomy.
"Are you sad?"
He gave a nod. "Don't you love me?"
So I went over and sat down next to him. "Of course I do. Why would you think I don't? I love Mama, Papa, Blythe, Kuya Samuel, and you." kissing him on the cheek.
"Can I sleep in your bed too?" When Allerick got out of bed, the sadness on his face faded and was replaced with excitement. "Please??" Here he goes again, showing his wide eyes every time he pleaded.
"Okay, fine, let's go." I took his hand in mine and led him back to bed.
I couldn't sleep since I had been watching them sleep on my bed that night. Fortunately, I have already packed my things. I won't have any trouble leaving later than dawn.
I looked at the clock on the nightstand. When it was time to go, slowly touched my lips to their forehead. "Forgive me; I'll be back soon. Please don't be upset, I'm doing this to make our lives okay again."
I tried to slip down the stairs unnoticed, carefully reaching for the door before anybody noticed.
"Good morning, Miss Gemma," Mr. Osiris walked up to me with a smile on his face. "Shall we?" After opening the door for me, the royal guard took my baggage and placed it in the trunk.
Before leaving, I took one last look at the house, the image flashing before my eyes, and I took a few deep breaths.
Dear Mama,
Please accept my apologies for leaving without even saying goodbye. I can't stand seeing you, Allerick, Blythe cry because I'm leaving, and I don't want you to stop me, Mama. Sorry for defying you; I have to do this because I want to help; I don't want us to rely on others. King's offer is our only hope, mama. Please understand... Since Papa gave his life for us, I can do it too. All of his friends had abandoned him. Nobody helped us, so when I saw King Lucien, I believed he might help us. It's difficult for me not to be with you or see you, but it's the only way to get everything back on track. I love you. Please take care of yourself, don't forget to take your medication, and don't let your depression eat you up again.
Love, Gemma
Since we left the village, I had been peering out the window, watching every building the car would pass by. This is the only way I can keep my tears from falling. The car kept moving until I saw a familiar face, someone we hadn't seen in a long time. "Kuya Samuel?" I mumbled. "Pull over!" "But, Miss Gemma..." "Please, Mr. Osiris, I will not break my agreement with the king. I-I found the one I had been seeking for a long time. Let me just talk with him." I begged. Mr. Osiris nodded. The driver slows down and pulls over to the side of the road. When the car screeched to a halt, I went to where I had seen Kuya Samuel and followed him into the coffee shop. "Welcome, sir." "Two café Americanos and one strong coffee." "Right away, sir." "Kuya Samuel!" As I called him out, my eyes welled up with tears. He hears me and turns to face me, astonished, as if he hadn't expected to see me. "Gemma?" he said, cautiously approaching me, but instead of hugging me, he chased me out of the coffe
I can't look at the prince because of the shame I've created. The prince waited for me; he was the one who waited for me, Gemma! The car eventually comes to a halt, and I breathe a sigh of relief since I've been feeling a lot of tension since the car started. As the prince and I descended, the students immediately bowed to him. "Five meters." "Huh?" I glared at him. "You should be at least 5 meters away from me." Prince Augustus stated. "Five feet?" I muttered. I began to count. "Ah, Prince Augustus?" "The first rule is to stay five meters away from me, and the second rule is not to talk to me," Prince Augustus added as he continued walking. "But..." "Prince Augustus, we're going back to the palace." Mr. Osiris said as well as the royal guards bent down. He, too, has rules, like King Lucien. "There is just one rule I expect you to obey. I know it won't happen, but I still want to warn you. Don't fall in love with him." I couldn't stop chuckling. What? Fall in love with that a
Someone clutching my shoulder stunned me, making me even more terrified. "Newbie," said the man with long hair, who appeared out of nowhere. "Are you okay?" "Y-yeah," I replied, gasping for air. "You sure?" I didn't wait for him to finish and ran away, farther and farther, until I reached the gate. I want to get out of the gate, to run away, to return home. Squeeze Mama, squeeze Allerick and tease Blythe. But I can't, even if I wanted to. "Where are you going?" the guard queried. "Umm… ah, I'm going back." I stumbled. I first took a walk around campus to be calm and not to think about what happened earlier. I arrived at the old building. I did hear a beautiful tune at the building's entrance, so I followed the sound and was led to the far end of the building, where there was a large door. I saw one guy as I peered through the entrance that was filled with numerous instruments. That's why the sound was familiar to me because he was playing the violin, and as a result of that sound
I was getting ready for the second day. At 5:00 a.m., I decided to help with the preparation of breakfast for the King and Prince. Chef Och taught me some basic meals, which I don't have to do because it's Chef Och's job to cook for the king and Prince. Every servant in the palace has a job to do, including me, the personal maid of Prince Augustus, who is a spy rather than a personal maid. Maids placed the meals on the large dining table one at a time. The king and Prince descend after they have finished preparing everything. "Good morning." King Lucien smiled. We all knelt and bowed our heads. "Gemma?" "Yes, your Majesty?" I took a step forward. "What are you doing standing there? Come sit with us and eat." I wasn't expecting the king to invite me to breakfast. Eating with the king and Prince is a great honor, but I'm not a member of their family. I'm one of their servants as well. "Y-your Majesty ..." "I'm sure you're starving by now," King Lucien said. I turned my gaze toward
The woman next to me was Raeanna Csilla Ferrel. I was lost for a moment. Is this how Abel felt after he first met Raeanna? It seemed as though her beauty was dazzling. "Hey!" She chuckled softly. "I apologize for bothering you." I looked back to see if she was referring to me. "M-me?" I wondered aloud, indicating myself. "Yes. By the way, I am Rae..." "Raeanna Csilla Ferrel." "Oh, you already know who I am," she remarked with a smile. "Yeah," I said, nodding. Who wouldn't recognize her? Raeanna is the only child of two well-known Filipino couples. Her father is one of Europe's largest private landowners, and her mother launched the Csilla jewelry line in 2010. The brand name was derived from her name, but that is not the only reason she is well-known. Raeanna had made a name for herself in the industry before Csilla became famous as a jewelry brand. Raeanna Csilla Ferrel is a top-paid model in the Philippines. Magazine companies, both domestic & global, are vying for her as a m
As I climbed the stairs, I saw Grand Silva, the oldest and longest servant of the royal family, carrying the tray of food. "Grand Silva, I'll take that." I took the tray to her. "You should have ordered another maid to take it. For whom is it? This food was not even touched." "That's for the prince, but he says he doesn't feel like eating," grand Silva sighed. "He went berserk again, throwing things around his room." "Is he always like that?" I asked. "There is never a day that he is not like that." "Okay, grand, I'll try to give it to the prince again." "Thank you, Gemma." "It's nothing grand." Instead of putting the food in the kitchen, I put it back in Prince Augustus's room. I stand near his door. The sound of wailing and suffering echoed throughout his room. I didn't knock; I sat on the side while listening to him. There was a pain in my heart that even my tears wanted to drop out of pity for him. "Prince..." a tear tickled my cheek. I didn't leave until he was calm. I sto
Everyone came to a halt all of a sudden and exited one by one. Once the king was gone, we saw the woman as the reason everyone had left. "Amiyah?" I murmured."Prince, it's been a while!" Amiyah's wicked grin crossed Prince Emmanuel's face."Oh, crap!" Prince Augustus drew me aside and took the keys to Mr. Piper. "Come on in!"I got back in the car, though I had no clue what was going on. Prince Emmanuel followed and sat in the passenger seat while Prince Augustus took the wheel, intending to drive the vehicle himself."Fuck Cynfael, hurry!" Prince Emmanuel said out aloud."SHUT UP!" Prince Augustus yelled.They were yelling at each other while I watched Amiyah knock down all the guards who tried to block her. After Amiyah knocked down all the guards, she picked up a rock. It looks like she'll throw rocks at us. "Um, P-Prince, h-hurry... It seems Amiyah is about to throw the stone she is holding in our direction," I stuttered."EMMANUEL!" Amiyah threw the rock in the backseat where I w
PLAYING MOONLIGHT SONATA I came to a halt because of a sound that seemed to pull me somewhere. I followed the sound, and it led me to the hall, in which I barely pulled back the curtain to see who made the sound and where it came from. There, I saw Prince Augustus playing the piano. I didn't realize he could also play the piano. His face matched his sad demeanor as he played. Why is it so difficult for me to read your mind? I'm curious why you're being like this, why your life appears to be sad even though you have everything. "How come you're here?" Prince Augustus abruptly stopped playing. "GET OUT!" "I-I..." The prince gets up. "How many times do I have to tell you to stop bothering me?" He grabbed my shirt and yanked me away. "Do you think I'll be nice to you simply because of what you did yesterday?" "I just want to l-listen to..." "CYNFAEL!" he stopped. "What do you think you're doing? LET HER GO!" Prince Emmanuel walked toward us. "You're now inflicting harm on a woman."
Prince Augustus POV "Don't go straight to the palace. There's a place I have to go first." "Yes, Your Highness," The chauffeur, who has been tasked with escorting me to the palace, responds to my command by taking a different route. It's been six years since I took a plane to Luxembourg to wed Felicity, the woman who would later become my ex-wife. I haven't told anybody else about the contract because doing so is against the rules. This is why I had no choice but to get married to Felicity and then get a divorce from her after we had been married for six years. I was with Felicity for six years, and she loved me. I never developed romantic feelings for her. For the simple reason that I know, deep down, that someone is out there. I'm holding something that Lincoln personally gave to me. There's a note with an address on it, and he told me to check it out. Because that's where my true love was, I know exactly who I'll meet there. "Your Highness, we have arrived." I was completely a
"Hey, Gemma!" A voice called out from behind. I turned around to see Ivan waving his hand in the air. "See you in the next sem!" "You, too," I replied with a wave. Now that the first semester is over, I can't believe how quickly time has passed. In just a few short months, I will have completed my second year of college. But regardless of how quickly time passes, there is still no assurance that I will run into him again in the future. It's been two years since the last time we said our goodbyes to each other, and up until this very moment, I'm still holding out hope that fate will grant us happy endings and that he is coming back. Every day, I wait for that hope, and while I lingered in the past, everyone else chose to move forward. All of my loved ones, whom I've been protecting since then, are safe and sound. We used to attend the same school, but now that we're all grown up, Mishelley, Abel, and I make our own decisions about going to different universities. We may have gone in d
I stared at him, and I was looking much more desperate now that I had looked at him. But his gaze was no longer fixed on me. Just stare at me for a second, please! And Walden grabs my hand. "Come on, Gemma. I tightened my hold on the seat belt as if buying him time to decide whether to chase me away or simply drop me off at my home. I let go as Walden carefully dragged me from the vehicle. Walden was about to shut the door in my face, but I quickly put my hand back on the door to prevent him from doing so. I shook my head from side to side and pleaded with him not to close the door, but he went ahead and closed it after he removed my fingers one by one from the handle. The car began to move. Watching his car pull away made me feel like I was going to collapse. So, this is how he felt when I just left him out of the blue. He takes my face in his hand and stares into my eyes. "You are so beautiful that there are moments when I can't even look at you in the eyes. Don't just vanish on m
I did my absolute best to complete my performance successfully. After that dramatic performance, I was startled to see a standing ovation from the audience. I'm overcome with emotion, perhaps because this was the first time anyone acknowledged me; this time, they praised only me and no one else. The smile on my face didn’t leave me as well as Lincoln, who was on the side of the stage the whole time smiling ear to ear as he applauded me proudly. But that applause stopped when the prince's arrival was announced. "Ehem!” The host cleared his throat, which was louder than the noise of the crowd. "Let's all welcome the next ruler, Prince Augustus!" The applause that used to be for me is now for the prince walking down the aisle of the theater with the one everyone is waiting for, Felicity. The crowd started to bow their heads, not me, who was looking at him. I was on the stage, which is why our eyes met. But it didn't take long, I can't bear to look at him. I caused him pain, and to this d
I watched his car drive away before I turned around and headed back. When I turned around, I could see Mishe and Abel peering through the transparent wall. They seemed very interested in what we were discussing. “You are different, Gemma. Even His Royal Highness Prince Emmanuel paid a visit here to see you!” Mishelley said.To which Abel responded, “I bet Tara will go crazy if she finds out that you’re close with him.”I disregarded everything that they said and headed upstairs without stopping.“Gemma, at least explain why he wanted to see you,” they pleaded.I twisted the knob and opened the door with a pull. There is a familiar violin that is currently resting on my bed, and there are pieces of paper stuck to it. I took it in my hand and placed it on my lap before I started feeling it with both of my hands. This is my mother’s violin; of course, it’s my favorite thing she’s holding. Even if she kept this for ten years, I will vividly recall what it looks like even after all that tim
It’s been a couple of weeks since I left the palace. Remembering his face causes me so much pain that I cry and break down, so I try not to think about him for a while so that I can focus on my family and their happiness instead. It’s only been a few weeks, yet it seems much longer.Mishelley tapped me on the shoulder and urged me to leave my lonely room and go out and meet new people. "Get your thoughts down, Gemma. We’re not going anywhere without you.""Maybe we should leave her alone," Abel suggested, sensing that I wasn’t in the mood for conversation. "Mishe, she’s in a vegetative condition."Mishelley scowled at Abel, who had no concept of what a vegetative condition was."What?" Abel held up both hands.Mishelley switched her attention back to me and said, "If this is about him again, you need to move on.""Yes, just move on," Abel stated again and again."His rumored engagement to the duchess’s granddaughter has been widely reported. They mentioned it numerous times throughout
Sitting in the car, watching the light of every building the car that passes by. Listening to music that is painful to hear in real life, sobbing that doesn’t seem to leave me, and drawing that offers new pain to me Going into the old building where the music club was located was the first place I ever felt welcome. And this day might be the last day I’ll be going here. I'm afraid to step on my feet, maybe because I think they're disappointed in me. I haven't even done anything in this club, and now I will say goodbye. From the moment I pulled the doorknob, I was surprised by many party poppers. I didn't expect what they did; they hosted a farewell party for me. I was wrong in what I thought; it turns out they were not disappointed. You know it's odd because not even a drop of tears came out of my eyes—maybe because I used up all my tears yesterday. All I could feel was happiness; despite the heartache, I was feeling, there was still some happiness left in me. I didn't know the fare
I carried those cries until I was sent home. It just stopped when I received Blythe’s message. Telling me that we got our old house back and that they are on their way home. And it feels odd because I should be happy. So how come I’m still feeling it—this pain that seems to be killing me little by little? We stopped at our old house, which surprised me because I didn’t tell him to drop me off at my old house. “Here.” Walden handed me a phone. I took the phone without asking. “You know what I regret doing? I never should have asked you to be his personal maid; otherwise, you'll never have the same fate I had with your mother. I apologize, Gemma. You are a big part of why he changed and I am indebted for that,” King Lucien paused. “But I did what I promised. Now you can go back to your normal life, your life before you met each other, like strangers,” Walden pointed out the window after the king hung up the phone. My father, who was waiting for me to get out of the car, was smiling fr
The time passed so quickly. Two days here with Augustus may seem short, but the days I had with him were so magical that they filled my heart with happiness, which was already enough. That's the most time I've spent with him since he was introduced to take the throne. I'll forever treasure this moment with him. I was wandering around before we finally left this place, asking myself, will I be able to be back here in the future? He was waving his hand in the air, signaling to me that it was time to leave the place. My face may seem so pleased, but inside I was preparing to say goodbye to him. "Don't worry, we'll be back here soon," he said coyly. "Hmm-mm," I said, nodding. My heart was on fire, as if it would soon be consumed. None of what the prince said would come true because I lied for the entire two days. I was guilty but was more broken. Augustus couldn’t take his hand off mine while he was driving back to Manila as if he had predicted that I was planning to leave. I awoke n