Rejected by the prince

Prince Gilan's POV.

I am woken up by knocks in my door.

“Who is this disturbing my sleep.” I say in a weak voice. I was so exhausted and all I needed was some good sleep.

“Who is there. Is it you, mother?" I ask.

“No. May I come in, please.”

It was a lady's voice. And it sounded familiar, though I just could not remember whose voice it was.

“Come in, the door is not closed.” I say and I sit on my bed.

She stands before me, a vision of effortless beauty. The light catches in her hair, casting a soft glow around her, while her eyes shine with quiet confidence. Her dress drapes elegantly, moving gently with each breath, and a small, knowing smile plays on her lips.

She was so pretty and for a moment, I get lost in her beauty.

“Remind me of your name, please. I remember your face, but not your name." I say.

“My prince, don't you remember me? It's me Amara.” She says, and I am stunned.

She had entirely changed. I mean, she looked more beautiful than before.

“I am sorry that I failed to recognize you. What brings you here, by the way.” I say as I direct her to seat on the sofa that was beside my bed.

“I came to see you, Gilan. I just miss you. How have you been? It has been years since the last time we talked.” She says.

“Yes, I am sorry that I could not reach you on the phone. I was so busy that I forgot to call you.” I say.

But it was just an excuse. I never wanted to contact her. In fact, I was glad that I was away from her. But I just could not say that straight to her face. I know it would hurt her so much.

“It's ok. I am glad you are here now. At long last, we can continue from where we stopped.” She says.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, we can finally continue with our relationship. We can also make things official this time round. I am tired of waiting for you, Gilan. I want us to settle down as a family." She says, and I am surprised.

“I am just not ready for all this, Amara. We were kids back then, and we did not know what we were doing. So please, let us not rush into things that we might later regret.” I say.

“I am not rushing things. It's your parents who made this decision back then when you were not here.” She says.

“I am just not ready for this. I am sorry.” I find myself saying harshly.

I don't understand why Amara convinced my parents that we were dating. I mean, I wanted to date her back then. I remember having a huge crush on her and I badly wanted us to date, but she was not ready.

I remember writing her countless love letters for her to accept me, but she was always so proud. When she finally accepted me, it was too late because I was traveling abroad already. We could not even find time to meet and talk about our relationship. After traveling, the feelings I had for her just disappeared, and I ended up forgetting her for good.

I just don't understand why she is here now. I cannot accept her back. I don't love her anymore, and it's impossible for us to be together.

“Is it because I played hard to get back then?” She asks.

“No, it's not that.” I say.

“Then what is it. Tell me so I can understand.” She says.

“I don't feel the same way I felt anymore. In short, I don't love you, Amara. So it will be impossible for us to be together.” I say. It was better if I told her the truth. There was no need to hide my feelings.

“It hurts. Please don't say that.” She says. I could see tears in her eyes.

“I don't want to lie to you, Amara. It's better if you give up on us. Because it will never happen.” I say.

“So, what about your parents? What will I tell them? Everybody knows that we are dating. Everybody will laugh at me if they find out we have broken up. I will become the laughingstock of the entire town. Where will I hide my face? Please don't do this to me, Gilan.” She says.

“Don't worry about that. I will figure something up. And don't care so much about what people will say.” I say.

“I don't know what to do. Why did you stop loving me, Gilan. Please tell me.” She asks.

“Because I realized I was being childish. You were playing too hard to get back then. I just gave up and my feelings ended up disappearing.” I say.

“I am sorry. But maybe we can start over. I really love you, Gilan." She says in a pleading voice.

“I am sorry, but I can't. And please stop insisting so much.” I say.

I was tired of talking about this. I feel like she was irritating me. I need to find a way to chase her out of my room. I need to rest, and she was just disturbing me with her endless talk.

“Gilan, please don't do this.” She says.

“Please Amara. I don't want to talk about this anymore. Can you just go? I want to rest. I had a long trip and all I want right now is to rest.” I say.

“Do you want time to think. I can give you all the time you need. Just please reconsider your decision.” She says.

“It's my final decision, Amara. So please don't wait for me. Just continue with your life. You are so pretty, and you deserve someone who will treat you like a queen. I am sorry, but I am not that person.” I say.

“Are you sure, Gilan.” She asks.

“I am one hundred percent.” I say.

“Ok, I will leave now.” She says, and I could hear sorrow in her voice. But it was better this way. It's better if we part ways for good.

“Take care.” I say as I lie down on my comfortable bed. I finally feel relaxed. It was all over. The fake relationship with Amara. I have ended it up for good. I hope she just gives up on me.