~Daciana~
“…hmm… yes! Yes! Haaa! F**k me!… don’t you dare stop!” These moans filled my ears in the most annoying way. I pulled my pillow over my head, hoping the noise would stop and I could continue my sleep, but I was wrong. I could still hear them. “How can a lady's moan be so loud?!” I yelled in my head out of frustration. I threw my pillow across my room and sat up angrily. I was so tired of Prince Randall. ‘Do I have to keep up with this forever?!’ It’s been a month in this palace and it’s been nothing but torture from him. Sometimes, the concentrated smell of weed, seeping in through my door would wake me up very early in the morning. Sometimes, it was extremely loud jazz music, and sometimes it was the moan of his hoes, just like today. I could feel my eyes were still pretty heavy. I stayed up till midnight because I was looking for the perfect dress for Carl’s birthday today. I got three dresses and they all looked good on me, but I decided to go with the red short dress. I knew he missed me so much and I wanted to look very pretty for him. After that day he left running to the company because of his father, he kept apologizing, telling me he was looking forward to giving me my first kiss the next time we saw each other. But unfortunately, he’s been terribly busy ever since. ‘I’m very sure it is going to happen today. Especially if I look sexy enough. He wouldn’t be able to draw back.’ I said to myself as I got out of bed. While I walked to my closet to bring out my red dress again, my phone began to ring. I rushed to my phone and saw it was my best friend, Trisha, calling. “Hey, Trisha!” I uttered excitedly as I answered the phone. “Hold on, are you in a sex club?! Why can I hear moans?” She uttered in shock, and I rolled my eyes, staring at my door in disgust. “It’s Prince Randall, again. He’s at it with his Hoes.” I muttered. “Woah. That is crazy! How do you feel when listening to them?” I scoffed and creased my brows at her question. “How else am I supposed to feel if not disgusted?! I mean, he can always do his nonsense without disturbing someone else. It sucks.” “Right. That’s true. Don’t worry, he’ll grow weary soon.” She responded, and I scoffed. “Maybe after a year. Doesn’t look like he is going to stop anytime soon. Well, that is by the way… I’ll be seeing you at Carl’s today, right?” I asked with a smile. “Of course. My favorite couple is going to be official. Of course, I’ll be there to cheer you up!” She answered, and the smile slowly faded off my face. “Trisha, what if…” “Uhmm Uhmm… We are not doing that today. Don’t ruin your mood before the party. It’s going to be fine.” She assured me, and I heaved a loud sigh and nodded. “Okay! Thank you, Trisha. And, see you soon!” I answered, letting out another smile. “See you soon!” She hung up shortly after, and I proceeded into the bathroom to freshen up. While I took my bath, I could still hear Prince Randall’s hoe moaning loudly. “Doesn’t he grow tired?” I asked in awe. After some minutes, I made my way out of the bathroom. I grabbed my hairdryer and started drying my hair. At this moment, I couldn’t hear the moan anymore. “Finally,” I mumbled, letting out a deep sigh. I could now focus on my makeup. Sitting in front of my mirror, I started applying my foundation to my face, carefully beating it on my skin. While I did this, I kept thinking about Carl and when he was going to hold the globe. The thought of it made me so anxious. I reached for my concealer and as I was about to apply it under my eyes, I heard a bang from outside my door, and the concealer fell from my hand. “What the hell?!” I yelled as ear-splitting jazz music followed the bang. I picked up my concealer in anger and stormed to my door. I was going to let the loud moans that woke me up slide, but this? NO! I swung my door open and was about to approach Prince Randall’s door when I suddenly took an abrupt pause. My eyes slowly widened and my jaw dropped as I realized his door was wide open, and in front of me, I saw a naked woman, on her knees, with his manhood in her mouth. ‘What the hell?!’ I yelled in my head. My gaze shifted from the naked woman to Prince Randall’s face, and our gazes locked. He let out an evil smirk and winked at me, causing my eyes to widen even more. While he stood and faced me, he grabbed the woman’s hair and started pushing her head even closer. He let out a soft groan and threw his head backward. I felt so surprised and disgusted at the same time. “You’re sick!” I yelled as I hurriedly entered my room and shut the door. ‘Why would he do that with his door open? And why did he do that in front of me?!’ I wondered in awe. I shuddered as I replayed his facial expressions in my head again. “Eww!” *** I finally got to Carl’s house and I could finally breathe fresh air of sanity. Everywhere in the compound looked beautiful as they were covered with so many decorations. There were balloons, flowers, candles, and even lights. A stage had been set up in the yard, where the cake was displayed. It was similar to my birthday setup too. There were a few people present already, but I had yet to see the birthday boy. I smiled widely and greeted everyone in the yard as I made my way into the house. As I climbed the porch, the door opened and Trisha stepped out of the house. “Oh, Daciana, you’re here!” She uttered a little startled. “Yes! I didn’t mean to startle you.” I uttered, as we embraced each other. “Carl is ready and will be out soon. I went in to greet his parents.” She responded. “I’ll do that too. I’ll be out soon.” I said to her as we parted ways. Entering the house, I met Carl and his parents in the living room. They all went mute as they looked at me. “Good day, Mr and Mrs Goodwill.” I greeted them, and let out a smile. “How are you, Daciana? You look very beautiful.” Mrs Goodwill complimented me, causing me to smile. “Thank you, ma’am. You don’t look bad yourself.” I responded with a wide grin. Mr Goodwill looked at Carl and whispered “Tell her now” to him. I narrowed my gaze as I watched them. “We’ll excuse you two now.” His mother said as she pulled her husband out of the living room. I scoffed and looked at Carl again. “What was that about?” I inquired as I sat next to him. “Oh, don’t mind them, baby. You look beautiful, I must confess.” He complimented me, and I lowered my head shyly. “Thank you so much, Baby. And you look very handsome. I love your Tuxedo.” “Carl! Daciana! It’s time! We’re waiting!” We heard Trisha call from the door and we stood up. I held his hand, staring at his face as we headed out. His smile was so faint that it began to get me worried. He wasn’t himself, and anyone could see that. Getting out, we stood on the porch, staring at everyone. “Are you sure you’re alright?” I asked, and he let out that fake smile again. “Yes, Daci. Thank you.” “Happy birthday to you…!” The people started and I joined them happily, clapping and giggling like it was my birthday. After the song, the chairwoman walked up to the stage, and my heart started to race in my chest. I moved closer to where Trisha stood, so I could get some motivation from her. “Hey,” I whispered, diverting her attention from the stage to me. “Hey.” “I’m so anxious. Can I hold you?” I asked her, and she gave me her arm. I looked at Carl and he looked at me too. I smiled at him, hoping he’d smile back, but he didn’t. ‘Maybe he’s as nervous as I am too.’ I thought. “Are you sure you’re ready to hold the globe?” The chairwoman asked him, and he nodded. “Yes, I am.” He answered. He stretched out his palms and she placed the globe in his hands. At this moment, everywhere went dead silent and I could hear my own heart, thumping aggressively against my chest. The globe let out its blue glow and I watched him stare into it. He clenched his jaws and raised his head. My breathing grew intense as I stared at him. Just then, I noticed he wasn’t even staring at me. I traced his gaze and to my greatest surprise, he was staring at Trisha. I looked at her and I saw her give him a nod, which instantly threw me into confusion. “Why is she nodding at him? I should be the one to do that. He isn’t even looking at me!” I could sense betrayal at this point, and tears slowly began to heat the back of my eyes. I slowly withdrew my sweaty, shaky palm from her arm and let it dangle. “Carl, please tell us the name you see.” The chairwoman said aloud. “The name I see is… Trisha Silver.” He dropped the bombshell. “Yes!” Trisha yelled in excitement like she had expected it before. My mouth parted in awe as tears streamed down my eyes. Trisha ran to the stage and jumped on Carl, hugging him tightly. He hugged her too but kept staring at me. “I’m sorry.” He mouthed and this was when I lost it. I broke into intense weeping as I ran out of his compound. I kept running without any destination in mind. I just wanted to be far away from him, from his home and Trisha.~Prince Randall~ In my shorts, I dragged my feet on the smooth tiles as I walked to the kitchen to get some cookies. I remembered what happened in the morning with Daciana and I broke into laughter again. ‘She should have seen the look on her face.’ I thought as I kept laughing. Getting to the kitchen, one of the older maids hastily rushed up to me before I could reach the cookie tray. “Prince Randall, you could have rang us. What do you need?” She asked, with her head bowed. “Oh, don’t worry about it, Mrs Thompson. I wanted to take a stroll anyway.” I answered, walking past her to the tray of cookies. She hastily passed me a plate and I put about five cookies on them. I also reached for the juice in the fridge before heading out of the kitchen. When I got to my room, I stared at her door and furrowed my brows. I took a peek at my wristwatch and saw it was getting late already. ‘It’s almost 8 pm and she isn’t back. Does she plan on sleeping over at his house for the after-birt
~Daciana~ “…Baby, I like your style! Grips on your waist. Front way, back way…” It was another day to be woken up by the extremely loud music coming from Prince Randall’s room. “Argh!” I groaned, clamping my ears with the pillows. My head was hurting so bad and the music wasn’t helping at all. As I sat up, I grabbed my head in my hand. It felt too heavy for my neck to carry. The room seemed to be spinning and my throat felt so dry. But above all these, I needed that music to stop! I wasn’t in the mood to start a conversation with him, so I thought of the best thing I could do, and that was to go to my mother. Sluggishly, I made my way out of the bed. I put on my fluffy slippers and dragged my feet on the floor as I headed out of my room. I could barely open my eyes properly. While I walked down the hallway, I realized I was in my nightgown. ‘When did I get out of these?’ I pondered, but the pain in my head couldn’t make me think for long. I just wanted to feel better, and movi
~Prince Randall ~ I took another shot and slammed the glass on the table. “Argh!” I shut my eyes tight as I felt the liquor burn my chest. ‘How dare she?! That was a slap on my face! After all, I did for her last night? She repaid me with such filthy words?!’ I clenched my jaws hard as I began to think of ways to get back at her. I wasn’t just going to let her walk after that. “She has to pay,” I muttered as I began to pour myself another drink. “This newly found sister of yours is really getting to you, isn’t she?” Branden, my best and only friend, uttered as he watched me drown my anger in alcohol. “Getting to me? Tch.” I scoffed. “Am I wrong? Since we got here to enjoy ourselves, you wouldn’t stop talking about her. This is the first time we have talked about her for so long. You don’t even like talking about her.” He added, and I sighed. “I just need to punish her and I can’t think of a way. It annoys me.” “Then don’t punish her. The hatred you two have for one another s
~Daciana~ The annual moonlight ball party was fast approaching and everyone in the kingdom seemed to be looking forward to it except me. There were many reasons why I wasn’t excited about it. Everyone, from all the corners of Bedfordshire would be present, and I bet more than half of them have seen the disaster that happened on my birthday. As if this reason wasn’t enough, there’s a ninety-nine percent chance that I’d see Carl and Trisha at this party. I’m so sure about this because we three always attended. We were always so excited and never missed anyone.I bet Trisha would gladly come so she could rub it all in my face. I wouldn’t want to do anything rash, so it’s better I stay away. ‘But how is that possible?’ My Stepfather, the King, would want his children to be present at the ball party, and now, I’m his daughter and I have to be present. “Arrghhh!” I groaned, turning over on my bed again. I reminisced about what happened during dinner last night again and how my mother
~Daciana ~ We both dragged our boxes down the street, waiting for a taxi to show up. My parents refused to release any cars to us for our trip, they said walking and taking a bus would help us bond too. I still don’t know where they got all those ideas from. Prince Randall, on the other hand, has been successfully ignored by me after what happened with Carl. All he needed to do was mind his business, even though his actions kept Carl away, the way I wanted, I could have handled him on my own. “Where are the f**king taxis anyway? We have been walking for more than ten minutes.” Prince Randall muttered frustratingly and that was when I checked my wristwatch. He was right. We had been walking for almost fifteen minutes and no single taxi had passed. ‘They must be so busy because of the ball party preparation.’ I thought, adjusting my backpack. My mother and maids packed as many supplies as possible. At some point, I thought we’d never come back again. “Taxi!” I heard
~Daciana~ After plucking enough mangoes, we returned to our tents and rested a little before we checked the next thing on our list, and it happened to be swimming. ‘We really needed to have gotten this out.’ I thought as I turned to look at Prince Randall who also sat in front of his tent. “You don’t want to swim with me, do you?” I asked from outside my tent. “Nope, but it isn’t like I’ve got a choice…” “Actually, you’ve got a choice.” I butted in, and he looked at me. “You said no one is here watching us. So, we don’t have to do this particular one. We could just skip it and tick it out. Leaving one of them out isn’t so bad, right?” “Coming from someone who said we should pretend to bond and keep reminding me about my probation?” He asked, and I shrugged. “Well, we both don’t want to swim together, so one of us could dodge it. I saw a bookstore on our way down here, in town and I’d love to purchase one. So, it gives you time to do whatever you want, and when I’m back, we'll c
~Daciana~ “Prince Randall, can you hear me?” I fell to my knees next to him, fearfully watching him shiver. He looked so weak and unable to move. “I’ll go and grab a coat for you to wear, okay?” I uttered, standing up and running back to my tent. In haste, I searched for the biggest coat I could find in my luggage and ran back to where he lay. Getting there, I met him in the same position. He didn’t even move a finger and this scared me. He looked unconscious. I put the coat over him and knelt next to him again. “I’m going to try to raise you, okay??” I said, but I got nothing back from him. ‘That shouldn’t be bad, right? I’m just trying to help. I wouldn’t want to touch him when he’s completely naked and vulnerable.’ I reached for his two hands and when I touched them, they felt extremely cold. I grabbed them and tried to pull him up. It was surprising that with how vulnerable he looked, he was still pretty heavy. “You’ve got to help me here, Prince Randall,” I muttered, stru
~Prince Randall ~ I wasn’t expecting her to be so soft towards me, especially not after what she saw last night. But when she came up to me in the river, the way she looked at me, spoke to me, and even touched me would forever be a surprise to me. ‘I am not used to anyone being nice to me, and now she’s acting this way, I don’t know how to act around her. I need her to keep being harsh and mean to me. That’s the best way we can relate to each other.’ I fetched some wood from nearby trees to make firewood for the last activity on our list which was ‘make a campfire’. “We are supposed to fetch the woods together.” She said from behind me, smiling widely and waving her cutlass in the air. “I didn’t want to bother you about it. Also, I thought you’d prefer reading your novel.” I answered, striking the log of wood with my axe, splitting it into two. “The novel can wait, okay? I’ll just continue when we get back home.” She added, and I heaved a sigh. “Fine. You’d help in carrying the