ELSIDAThe European Royal Auction and Gala was the most coveted historical event of the fall season. Young millionaires and heirs aspired to be invited to the exclusive event but only a select few were invited to come spend millions of euros on over-priced artworks.This year, I just so happened to be part of the artists and I could hardly believe it.No, seriously, pinch me.What were the odds that I’d have a charming Prince in my arms and travel to Spain for such an exclusive event?Even at the time when my Father had money, never in a million years would he have secured the connections to participate in something as prestigious.“Are you ready Princesa?” Adrian rasped, interlocking our hands together as security hovered in front of the limo.“I’m ready!” Fernanda screeched from her position on Adrian’s lap and I stifled a laugh as I regarded her flushed cheeks and wide eyes.“I’m ready Adrian,” I murmured.Adrian smiled down at me and gave Fernanda a disapproving look. “It's rude t
JULIENMy lips spread into a slow smile and I watch the rise and fall of Elsida’s chest with precarious care when her beautiful work of art is handed over to me.Her cheeks flush red and she pulls her gaze away from mine. Her fist that isn’t entwined in Adrian’s hands clenches and she doesn't spare me another glance.A muscle in my jaw jumps when her eyes slide over to Adrian’s and she lets him have a look at her pretty face.I’m full-on glaring at him when his hand slides to her cheek and he whispers his sad excuses of reassurances to her.I look away. Adrian should know better than to go for Elsida but alas, he managed to prove me wrong.Too bad I wasn't one to give up on Elsida.My thoughts disperse as Elsida’s second art is put on display for bidding and I waste no time in laying my claim.“Okay, we’re starting strong. Five hundred thousand euros.” the announcer bellows.Adrian stays put but passes me a curious glance as though he is waiting for my next move which is exactly what
ELSIDAI let out an exasperated sigh as my heart thuds rapidly against my ribcage, Julien’s words reverberate like a symphony in my head and it’s all I can do to keep breathing.“Don’t say that Julien, you don’t mean it,” I croak.“El look at me please,” he rasps, his voice echoes in the elevator and comes out gravelly.It takes every ounce of willpower within me to keep the tears that threaten to cascade down my face at bay. I meet his azure eyes.“I’m sorry Elsida, Fuck I’m so sorry, I wasn’t trying to push you away, I just. I just didn’t want you in on the shit going on with my Father, you’d been through enough.”We shouldn’t be in this elevator alone, it was a precarious thing.Not when every inch of my body threatens to cling to him and not let go. To promise him that everything will be okay.Fuck, this shouldn’t be happening, I’m supposed to forget about him.“El?” he rasps, drawing me out of my train of thought.I don’t think even if I tried, I could forget him so, I sigh and
ELSIDATEN YEARS AGOJUNIOR TRIP TO MURCIA SPAINI begged her.I begged my mom for over a week to let me opt out of this school trip. I didn’t have any friends save for Landon who had other friends he’d probably like to memories with.Alas, Mum believed it was a right of passage and unfortunately, I wasn’t into that type of thing.Not when all of Luton prep hated me and Julien was; aggravatingly Julien.“Elsida, I promise it’s going to be fun. You’ve got me, you don’t need to bother about any of them.” Landon rasped in my ear and gave my hand a light squeeze as our plane ascended into Murcia.I gave Landon a half-hearted smile. He was sweet and brave, I’ll give him that but, let’s face it. There was no way Landon could muster up the strength to defend me from bullies.I prayed fervently to God that, it wouldn’t come to that.“Thanks, Landon, it’s fine, I’ll be fine.” His green eyes sparkle with concern but he doesn’t call my bullshit. Instead, he says;” it’s going to be a good trip.
ELSIDAI pay the driver and then make my way out of the taxi car towards the lake. My skin is sticky from perspiration but I don’t let it deter me as I make my way two steps at a time.My breath gets caught in my throat when I spot the black roses and dandelions lining the entrance to the lake. “What the…”The flowers intertwine together in a beautiful cacophony and I stare mesmerized. My words manage to fail me.What is Julien doing? As though he is summoned by my thoughts, I see Julien’s back hunched and his gaze on the white sand.“Julien?” I murmur tentatively.The moment he registers my voice, his head swerves in my direction and he faces me with the brightest green hues.“El you came” he rasps and His eyebrows Inch upwards As he regards me.“What’s going on Julien?” I rasp as my gaze drifts to the flowers once again.Julien doesn’t answer me. Instead, he closes the gap between us and cradles my face in his hands.“I love you El,” he murmurs, his minty breath fanning my face.My
TWO WEEKS LATER ELSIDAI trace my hands over the silky fabric of my wedding dress. The soft feel of it brings a smile to my face and Natasha snorts.“I think I preferred it when you were not in love,” she murmurs.I roll my eyes at her and continue to admire my dress. Julien and I got back from Spain a week ago and we wasted no time in breaking the news to our families.My Dad was happy for me albeit a bit skeptical, and Natasha, don’t get me started on her.Natasha said; “I knew you guys were going to find each other again but I just hoped it wouldn’t happen. I desperately wanted to have a princess as a sister.Natasha rises from her sitting position in the Maria Presley dressing room and gives me an indulging smirk with an arch of her eyebrow.She wraps her hands around mine and kisses the side of my head. “Are you sure about this Elsida? I know that you and Julien have been through a lot and deserve your happy ending but, I just want to make sure you’re not rushing things. That
NATASHA I couldn’t do it. I didn’t have the heart to say it to Elsida so, I did what every bastard does, I kept my mouth shut and wallowed in my despair.I was trying to come to terms with the fact that Julien is supposedly my half-brother. That’s some messed up shit.After I read that bit of my mom’s journal, it took two hours of sitting blankly in the living room before I was able to gather the willpower to organize her things and hide the journal far away, where no one could find it.However, I think keeping my mouth shut is the biggest mistake I’ve made because now, I’m sitting in the same room as my smiling sister who looks ethereal in her wedding robe and sits patiently as the makeup artist accentuates her face.“Nat, are you okay? Don’t tell me you stayed up all night watching Gossip Girl?” Elsida asks, arching an eyebrow at me.I lift my face from the newspaper in my hand and rise to my feet with my heart thudding rapidly against my rib cage.“I’m fine El, my bad, I shouldn
JULIENMy head spins with countless thoughts as I slide my phone back into my pocket and my heart threatens to burst out of my rib cage.What the fuck was going on? Dylan eyes me warily and my Dad rises from his sitting position.“Son, is everything okay?”“We need to leave,” I rasp, not sparing them or the confused priest another glance as I rush out of the church.We arrive at the Dalton house and I barely knock on the door before I pull it open.“What’s going on? Elsida, where are you, are you good?” I mumble incoherently before I take note of the still silence that encompasses the room.My eyes collide with Elsida’s and my breath dissipates.The tears that coat her cheeks make my heart break and I take a step forward to her.“El are you?”“Julien, “ Natasha chides as she reaches out with an arm to stop me.“You shouldn’t,” she whispers.ELSIDA I cannot breathe.Julien is standing less than five feet apart from me but I cannot summon the courage to meet his eyes.We share a sibli
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