“Can you please at least tell me where she is? Where is my mother, uncle?” The word “uncle” was not the word the king expected him to hear. But somehow that word made him realize something. That is to tell the prince where the princess is. “Fix yourself. She can't see you like that," he said, commanding the guard to lift the prince off his knees. “Mr. Osiris,” Mr. Osiris stepped forward. “Ready the prince. Have him wear the best suit.” “Yes, Your Majesty.” Everyone went back to their respective jobs. In a room, where one of the servants puts the suit on him, prepared for him by Mr. Osiris. I just sat on the side while he was deep in thought, not caring what the others were doing. Afterward, the king asks the prince to go downstairs, where there’s a caddie cart waiting for him. He hops into the cart without turning around. Maybe he doesn’t want me to go with him. The caddie where Prince Augustus was riding was already ahead. And I was about to go back when the king asked me to hop
The moment the King shows up in front of her. There is something in her face—a growth on her face that she never had before. Our light, Mama, was finally able to smile without forcing it. Mama turned her gaze at me, seeming a little confused by the situation. And in response to her confused expression, I smiled. Finally, she returns her gaze to the king. “Lu... Lucien?” That's when you take a step back and walk away, allowing them to have the conversation they didn't have a long time ago. Part of me was scared of what was going to happen after the conversation, but there were no regrets and no more backing out. I walked without direction, just letting my feet decide where it would take me. Till some cars blocked the road, I was passing by. Emmet’s brother comes out of the car with another envelope in his hand. “You know, I was beginning to suspect you put GPS on me.” "I've got my eyes everywhere,” he replied. “This isn’t a coincidence. I came here on purpose, so do you have a minute
We all stared at Lincoln; we were confused like him. Their eyes shifted to the big screen, where both Lincoln's and Deacon's faces were shown. No, this is not what I want. I didn't bring Lincoln here to compete with Deacon. I'm here to finally stop their quarrel, not to make things worse. Someone set us up; this person knows Lincoln is here. This is my fault; if I hadn’t caused a scene earlier, none of this would have happened. Unlike me, who was anxious about this, people are beginning to jump out of excitement. As if they had been waiting for this fight for a long time. Both are inside their car, which is in the white line. They started the engine of their car together and are now waiting for the woman in the middle to lower the flag she was raising. And when the countdown finishes, the battle between the two number-one racers begins. The shouts of the people were almost deafening to my ears. Along with the loud sound of the exhaust, their hands were banging the fences. And the sh
The trembling hand of Queen Elbereth greeted me when I returned home to the palace. "You are that girl's daughter!" The queen's eyes are full of anger. Apart from the guards around, no one could stop her. "Why didn't you stop messing with the family I built? How could you set the king to meet Catina when I'm still around?" I did nothing but let the queen do to me what she is doing now. Letting the queen slap my face many times just to vent all of her anger until it became numb. "I knew there was something off about you the moment I saw you," the queen said as she lifted my head by my chin. “Are you so desperate that you are willing to sacrifice your mother just to be with Augustus? How pathetic! Perhaps you don’t know that Augustus and Felicity are engaged. It’s hopeless. As part of the family, they will never be the ones to choose who they will love. Only blue blood is worthy of Augustus, and that is not you, who is just an ordinary woman.” I clenched my fist. I know. Why do you ha
It was morning when I found out this place was surrounded by the Sierra Madre. Without the storms, this mountain seems to be silent. I was sitting on the wooden bridge while waiting for the prince because he said he forgot to bring something. Just a moment later, the prince was back, running towards me, holding a big blanket in his hand. I was already wearing his oversized sweater, so I wondered why he was still carrying a blanket. He wrapped it around my head, covering my eyes and rendering me blind. I took it off; the first thing I saw was him standing on the boat, his hand reaching out to me. I gave him my hand to help me hop in. He made me sit down first. “To keep you warm," then took the blanket from me and wrapped it around my body. “My sweater is not enough to protect you from the cold." He took the paddle that was inside the boat and rowed it himself. The sound of the water and the chirping of the birds seemed to be singing to my ears at the same time, gradually calming my t
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
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
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