JULIEN Armand barely perks up at the sound of Julien’s footsteps as he enters his office.Julien’s eyes narrow slightly at his Father’s disheveled state.Armand’s hair is a ruffled mess and papers are strewn across his usually tidy table.Julien takes the seat in front of his Father and cannot help the wary gaze he throws at him.He cares for the bastard, albeit reluctantly.“I see you got rid of the press,” Julien muses.Armand doesn’t take his eyes off his bottle of whiskey when he answers, “My PR Secretary finally got the job done.”“Ahh.”Minutes pass and the air remains tense with silence. The recent events have made Julien to see his Father in a different lens and he eyes him as though he’s not the same man that instilled rigid manners in him.This was not why he came to see his Father, he didn’t have time to dilly-dally yet so he cracks his knuckles and cuts to the chase.“Tell me something Father, did you know I had a son?”Armand’s gaze finally flickers to Julien but he doe
ELSIDA“May his soul rest in peace.”Elsida muffles a gasp and Nancy clutches onto her tightly as Jasper’s casket is carried into the dirt.“Jasper,” she whispers suppressing a shudder as tears stream down her face.Her Father and Natasha stand beside her and William Dalton pulls his daughter into his arms suppressing her anguished cries.“It’ll be fine Elsida,” he whispers into her hair.Elsida chokes on a sob. No, it won’t, she muses.Jasper is gone and she never allowed herself to get to know him, she was too grief-stricken to manage to welcome a baby.At the moment, she regrets it dearly.She wipes her nose with a handkerchief and her eyes zoom in on a mop of curly locks.Julien.He stands like an on-looker mere inches away with his hands tucked into his pockets and a muscle in his jaw jumping.He meets her gaze with his red-rimmed eyes and Elsida shudders, letting go of her Dad.“I’ll be back Dad, I just want to “William gives her a reassuring smile. “You don’t need to explain y
JULIEN FATHER AND SON THERAPY“Armand, what would you like to achieve out of today’s session, is there something you would like to work through today?”Armand gives the therapist a blank stare countering her encouraging smile and Julien scoffs at his Father.The stubborn bastard.“No Cynthia, I’m here because my son threatened me and he’s of the opinion that this is somehow supposed to help me? This is not how we did it in my time, I need a smoke.”Cynthia’s smile becomes strained and she clutches her stress bubble.Julien gives Cynthia an apologetic smile and turns to glare at his Father.“Father please, can you not act like a child? The session is just for an hour, after that you can get your smoke.” Julien says it to Armand in a cautious voice doing his best to appease him.Armand rolls his eyes but says nothing more. Cynthia takes it as her clue and claps her hands, “Shall we begin then?”“Yes Cynthia, please go ahead.”Cynthia nods her head as she takes some notes on her iPad b
ELSIDA“Natasha!” Elsida shrieks as shampoo smears her eyes.Natasha lets out an aggravated sigh, “What is it Elsida? You’re distracting me from the job at hand. It’s not my fault your hair has not seen a shampoo in almost a month. Disgusting,” she huffs.Elsida rolls her eyes and it makes her predicament worse. Along with stray locks of her brunette hair, shampoo smears her eyes and a stinging sensation builds up in them.“That’s it, Natasha! I’ll take it from here, I’m very capable of handling my hair.”Natasha ignores her and applies more pressure to Elsida’s hair l, her hands scrubbing at the roots with aggravating force.“Let me treat you to it Elsida. For once just let me. You’ve been taking care of me since I was in diapers, can’t you just let me reciprocate it?”Elsida sighs at her sister's dramatics.Natasha turns off the shower and wraps a towel around Elsida’s hair. “Took you long enough,” Elsida hisses.Natasha puts her hand on her chest in a show of anguish. “A simple th
JULIEN FATHER AND SON THERAPY SESSION 2“How are you doing today, Armand?” Cynthia asks.Armand hums, “I’d rather be anywhere but here but seeing as I am not making any threats I’m peachy.”Julien fights the urge to roll his eyes at his Father’s antics and Cynthia gives him an amused smile.“That’s great to hear Armand. In the last session, Julien got to talk about himself, today is your turn. Tell me about yourself, what is it you like and do not like? What aggravates you?”Armand scoffs as his fingers tap the desk lightly. Julien arches an eyebrow. Cynthia smiles, “Any moment from now would be lovely.”“Well if you insist.” Armand drawls.”I’ll start with what I don’t like. I don’t like the fact that my son doesn’t trust me. I detest the fact that he’s so weary of me and probably thinks I’m going to commit suicide 'cause I’m so depressed any moment from now.”Cynthia’s eyes widen at Armand’s outburst but she gives him an encouraging nod. However, Julien is not having it. “Oh please
ELSIDAMr brown eyes lips spread into a wide grin and his eyes twinkle impossibly brighter. “May I buy you a drink then?”Elsida hums and for the first time in over a decade, her blood boils with anticipation. She had spent the last eleven years of her life so fixated on Julien that she never thought about other men, not once had she considered any other man.But now, she was slightly intrigued.She hums, “sorry, I don’t accept drinks from strangers.”An enigmatic laugh slips past his lips. “My apologies, I'm Adrian Isidro.” “Hmm, that’s a very dreamy name you have there. What are you, a Prince?”Romano’s lips twist into a smirk. “You might just be right.”With a surge of confidence bolting through her veins, Elsida stretches an arm towards him. “Lead the way Adrian.”Tonight’s MUST-DO: Forget Julien Benoît and how he shattered your heart beyond measures.Elsida’s eyes widened as they approached a private lounge that was guarded by two bulky men with Bluetooth devices attached to th
ELSIDA“Where are you off to so early Elsida?” Natasha chimes from on top of the kitchen counter, she waves a spatula dramatically in the air before she puts it in her mouth. Natasha wiggles her brows suggestively and a knowing smirk curls across her lips.Elsida rolls her eyes and crouches to knot her laces. “You know where I’m off to Nat.”Elsida’s routine for the past two weeks consisted of; her shift at the Cafe, and going to Adrian’s gallery to paint. The amount of hours that she’d spent there was uncanny and she couldn’t deny the fact that she loved it there.Painting always managed to give her an escape out of brutal reality and she’d been welcoming it for the past fourteen days.She planned to continue doing exactly just that.Natasha hops from her spot on the counter and scurries over to where Elsida is perched. El, when will you put the poor Prince out of his Misery and go on a date with him?”Elsida scowled as she hung her tote bag. “That is not my priority right now Nat, I
ELSIDAA surge of ecstasy and confusion bolts through Elsida’s veins rooting her to the spot.Being offered a job for art was one thing but being offered a chance to collaborate with was a big deal.That brand was her mother’s favorite designer brand, she was so sure that if she looked through her mom’s old stuff, she’d spot a bag or two.She was speechless.“I-” Elsida mumbled as she stared at Dante with wide eyes.Dante’s smile grew and Adrian’s hand slid to the small of her back for support.“I know it's a lot to take in Elsida, seeing as it would require you to leave your life in New York and move to Spain.”“Holy shit this is huge,” she cursed out loud then quickly covered her mouth as her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.“Take your time Elsida, you have four months to ponder on it. I hope to hear from you soon.” Dante says and offers a polite wave as he makes his way out of the gallery.“What just happened?” Elsida murmurs.Adrian nudges her slightly, “Come on princesa, this
ELSIDA “Tell me El, did you run from the peony garden to get to me?” My cheeks flush impossibly redder as I try and fail to glare at him. The moment I stepped into Julien’s limo his eyes started to twinkle and his lips drew into a large grin before he took in my disheveled expression. “Fine,” I huffed. “I won’t tell you.” His gaze grew serious as he closed the gap between us with one arm reaching for the curve of my neck. “I’m never letting you out of my sight El. Never, nothing is going to stop us from being together. Morals be damned.” I let out a bated breath as his lips hovered over mine. I try to speak but my mouth opens and closes like a fish. My head swarms with so many thoughts all at once but one stands out the most. I have him now and I don't plan on ever letting go. He robs me of breath with a light peck on the mouth that starts first as light, almost tender before it picks up. All at once, he’s everywhere. I’m clutching onto his shirt like a lifeline
ELSIDACORONATION MORNING 5:45 AMThe last thing I remember is Adrian joining me on the bed in the earlier hours of the morning, pulling me softly to him, his grip almost fervent as he whispered sweet nothings to me.“I love you El, I hope you know that,” I recall him whispering and now at about 5 AM I feel nothing but guilt stretching me into four equilateral pieces.I stifle a yawn and stretch to his side of the bed. Noticing the emptiness, I sit up and my eyes quickly adjust to the brightness of the day.Where could he be so early?Adrian never got up until at least 6:10 so this was a tad bit too early for him to be up.I wrap my silk night robe around my body, place my feet in my slippers, and make my way through the castle in search of him.I needed to see him this morning before it was too late.I needed to tell him how I felt about everything and what I wanted to do even if he’d hate me for it.I search almost every living space of the bustling castle where servants and maids
ELSIDA My little surprise meet cute with Beatrice turns into a sob session I had no clue I needed.Scratch that, it’s exactly what I needed, it was like the universe positioned us in the same place when I needed her the most cause what were the odds that I would find the only female friend I ever made in high school in Spain?“I know I shouldn’t love him but I just-“ I croak, trailing off as I wipe my tears hastily.“Oh please Elsida, don’t say that. We cannot control who we love. If we were able to do that, I don’t think love would have had such value.”“Not helping,” I murmur. “You’re supposed to be telling me that it’s entirely wrong and I shouldn’t be thinking about Julien in such a way when we share a sibling.”Beatrice blows a raspberry and moves closer to me, she rubs my arm softly. Luckily, the peony garden shields us from my guards and over-curious maids.“You know I can’t do that, this isn’t the first time something like this is happening in the universe. Shit happens, our
ELSIDA PRESENTWith Adrian in Cartagena carrying out the coronation tradition and the bustle of the castle, I needed a freaking reprieve from everything.A reprieve from work, a reprieve from work, Fae’s incessant disturbance due to boredom of not having her brother around to pester, Natasha’s nagging over what she was going to wear on the coronation, and my father’s constant “Are you okay?” I didn’t think twice before I slipped past the castle doors, packing a picnic basket alongside my laptop and other drawing essentials.It was just 9 am. Two hours after the sun had risen but it seemed as though the sun had been up for over eight hours.It was all too stimulating.I let out a sigh as I chew on a strawberry and my free hand doodles nonentities on my sketchbook.“Hi El.”Julien’s voice slides into my ear and my hand flies to my chest as I stare at him with wide eyes, my heart thuds at a rapid pace as I take in casual yet classy attire.“What the hell Julien, you’re not supposed to b
CONTINUATION OF FLASHBACKELSIDA“Can I turn around now Beatrice?” I huff as I cross my arms around my chest and feel the shimmery fabric of the red Dior dress my mother dearest purchased for me.“One more minute, patience is a virtue dear!” I snort. If I were allowed to have my eyes opened, they would have rolled to the back of my skull by now at her overzealousness for high school events.“Okay, you can open them now. Tada!” Beatrice Bellows just as I blink at the 2.0 version of me in the mirror.A smile tugs at my lips and for a split second, I let it slip through. “I look…”“Magnificent!” Beatrice completes.“Don’t you think it’s too much though?” I ask uncertainty clawing my thoughts. I looked like I was going to draw a lot of attention, attention that I could certainly do without.“Oh please Elsida, who cares? There’s no going back now. Give me a minute, let me slip into my dress and we can get going!” She bellows as she scurries across the room with her perfect-as-ever makeup
ELSIDATWO MONTHS LATER “Are you ready?” I peer up at Adrian from my position on the bed. He sent all his assistants away who tried to pamper him with traditional powders and help him complete tasks he considered too menial to not get done by himself.He gave me a small smile through the mirror but I could see the slight frown forming on his forehead.“I’m okay Elsida,” he mutters and I have my answer confirmed.Adrian was far from okay I was one hundred percent certain that beads of sweat were lining his forehead even before I rose to my feet and clasped my hands around his shoulders.“You’re going to be a great King Adrian,” I whispered into his ear and drew soothing circles on his shoulders, the exact thing he did whenever I was nervous.I don’t blame him. If I were him, at this very moment I’d be shitting my panties.It’s not every day one got to partake in a reversal coronation.His shoulders visibly unclench. “Thank you Princessa,” he murmurs and places a soft kiss on the back
JULIEN Two months later.It’s been exactly two months, three weeks, and four days since I last had a meaningful conversation with Elsida. She’d done her best to make sure our interactions were curt and cordial at best but whenever the opportunity came for us to be alone or have a casual conversation, she would immediately dismiss me and not spare me a further glance.However, I could tell from the longing in her eyes, that it wasn’t what she wanted, we both knew what she wanted but it wasn’t the right thing hence, at least one of us had to be mature and leave it to Elsida to be the bigger person.“Mr Benoit,” are you listening?” A business associate’s voice filters into my mind putting a pause on my mental spiral.“Of course, yes go on,” I rasp, zooming in on a recent photo of Elsida attending a ball with none other than her lovely husband.I turn my laptop off and fight the urge to throw my phone on the floor, I don’t think I can stand another minute of listening to any talk of bus
ELSIDA“Are you ready?” Julien asks while I readjust my lipstick in my compact mirror.“Just a second, Mr Benoit.”Julien’s glare is scathing when his gaze flicks away from his phone to mine. “I told you to stop calling me that.”I ignore him and return my compact in my Chanel purse, I place my hand on the door to make my exit when his warm palm snakes around my ankle.“Are you good El?” He calls me by the nickname even though I’ve warned him several times not to use that title on me and I roll my eyes at him.“You know, this is a very important meeting for this project, we cannot let our emotions get the best of us.”As if I wasn’t aware?I knew how important this meeting was, this company was my baby and Mr Gonzalo’s investment wasn’t something I planned to play around with.He was a very successful business tycoon in Spain who liked to give nouvelle companies and empires of the sort a chance with his hefty investments and today might just be my lucky day. So, to answer his questio
ELSIDA I swallow. “Yes your majesty, that’s the name, Julien Benoit.”“Hmm,” she mumbles before taking a sip of her tea. “And your company for J, tell me, what inspired the name?” She asks in an all too curious voice.Holy shit, I muse.The Queen knows, there’s no way she’d be asking this question if she didn’t.My heart thuds faster against my rib cage and I do my best not to fidget.“Could you rephrase your question, I’m not quite sure what you mean Your Majesty,” I add the last part with a bow.The clang of her tea cup against the plate is resounding and her eyes narrow to stilts in my direction.I’m so fucked.“Let’s not pretend Elsida, I tried sugarcoating this to see if you would come clean but since you insist on me being blunt, I have no choice but to cut to the chase then.”“Your majesty I-““I know about your past with Julien dear. I know everything,” she says, her voice soft.How her tone switches gives me a whiplash and I’m left staring at this formidable woman with my