~ Daciana~ After a year. We sat in the living room. Randall and I. And in his arms was Darian, who also seemed so interested in what was showing on the television. It was pretty funny that he had a favorite show at age one already and it was Cocomelon. He loved the show so much that if it came on, he’d stop crying and begin to giggle. I looked at Randall and he looked at me with widened eyes. “What?” I asked, and he looked at Darian. “He’s giving those low groans again. I think he’s going to…” All of a sudden, Darian pooped all over his garment and my eyes widened. “Poop.” He completed his statement and we both burst out laughing. Darian looked at us in confusion and suddenly began to laugh too. “I’m so sorry. I should have used his pampers. I had no idea he’d poop again so soon.” I uttered, carefully carrying him away from Randall’s arms. “It’s okay. I’ll just go and wash up.” He responded, holding the helm of his royal garment and lifting it so the poop won’t mess the floor
~Daciana~ “Daciana! It’s time! The guests are waiting!” My mother, Agatha yelled from outside my door while I tried to finish up my makeup. Today is my eighteenth birthday and I can’t stop thinking about what my mom said to me three days ago. “My lover is King Edwin.” This sentence kept ringing in my head for reasons best known to me. Indeed, I was happy about my mother remarrying and becoming a queen, and I, a princess but… The fact that I had to see and accept him as my stepbrother? After my mother broke the news of having an affair with the King of Bedfordshire, her second chance mate, I was super excited, especially because we were finally getting the life we deserved. A royal life. However, my joy was limited after realizing that the king’s son, Prince Randall, the rudest and most arrogant young man I have ever met, had to be my stepbrother. If he wasn’t in the picture, I wouldn’t even think twice about supporting mom’s decision. But unfortunately, he was. Regardless, I d
~Daciana~“Randall!” King Edwin called in shock, while Prince Randall kept smiling like a fool. His smile made me so furious that I didn’t know when I began to approach him. “What the hell is wrong with you? Are you blind that you didn’t see the cake in front of you?!” I yelled in rage. “Daciana, please,” Carl uttered, holding my wrist as he tried to caution me. “Woah woah! I think you need to watch your mouth.” Prince Randall responded. The smile on his face faded off as he closed the gap between us. As he moved closer, I could perceive the alcohol in his breath. “That’s enough!” King Edwin commanded as he walked to where we were. We both kept quiet, exchanging death stares at each other. “We should leave.” I heard some of the guests say to each other and one after the other, they began to leave. “King Edwin, please excuse us,” Carl uttered as he pulled me away from the absurd scene. Watching everyone leave broke my heart. This wasn’t the perfect birthday I had envisioned. Ev
~Daciana~After three days “Daciana, the car is here!” My mother yelled from the hallway as I reluctantly got out of bed. My mother got married to King Edwin yesterday and I must confess it was the biggest wedding I had ever attended. I was happy to see my mother happy, but I hated the crowd. I hated that they kept whispering things to themselves everywhere I went. They just wouldn’t stop talking about my failed eighteenth birthday, would they? As if that isn’t enough frustration, I am about to move into the palace, the house where my enemy, Prince Randall lives. ‘He is yet to apologize for ruining my cake!’ That also made the headlines of gossip on the internet about my birthday. I grabbed my two bags and headed to the door. Before stepping out, I took a pause and stared at my room one last time. It held so many memories and I was going to miss it a lot. “Daciana, hurry! We’re keeping the driver waiting!” My mother called out again, this time, from the front of the house. Hurr
~Prince Randall~ As soon as she was out of my room, I walked to my closet and picked up my khaki shorts. I wore it and picked a small towel to dry my hair as I headed out of the room. I stared angrily at the door to her room. ‘Who the hell does she think she is? Coming into my room like that? And why is her room right in front of mine?!’ ‘There are so many rooms to put her in. Why here?!’ I knew deep down this was a plan from either my father or her mother. They knew how much I hated her and they brought her this close to me? ‘You gotta be kidding me!’ Still fuming in anger, I stormed into my father’s chamber. I met him sitting on his bed, his legs folded and his hands resting on his legs. I had just disrupted his meditation session and I didn’t give a f**k. “Father, why is she in front of my room?” I asked, watching him slip out of his meditation. He opened his eyes and our eyes locked. “Randall, I am meditating right now.” “I know, father. But I need you
~Daciana~ Getting into my room, I slammed the door shut and broke into tears. He brought back the pain I had been trying so hard to conceal. I just wanted to be far from him, far from everyone. While I buried myself in the bedsheets, I heard a knock on the door, followed by the voice of my mother. “Daciana baby, are you alright?” She asked, with concern evident in her voice. “I want to be alone, Mom!” I yelled tearily. “Baby, can I at least come in? Please. I can’t just leave you right now. Can I come in?” She insisted, and I heaved a frustrated sigh and nodded. “Fine! Come in.” I uttered and I immediately heard the door open. I heard her footsteps hurriedly approach the bed and I felt her hand on my body. “I am so sorry about the Prince’s behavior. I know what he said was uncalled for and you didn’t deserve it.” She spoke. I yanked the sheets off my body and sat up, staring at my mother’s face. “But he was right! That’s the most painful part of it all. He was telling the tru
~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 dre
~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