~Daciana~ I stood in front of my mirror, dressed for the night’s occasion. I wore a white tank top and blue jeans. I trailed my index finger on my neck, staring at it. I couldn’t seem to get that night out of my head. At night, before I go to bed I would touch myself the same way he touched me. Both of us will be heading out today again and I’m not sure how I am supposed to act around him. I really did want him to kiss me. I moved my funds to my face and a gapse escaped my mind. ‘I wish he would do it again today.’ “Princess Daciana, Mr Jonathan is waiting in the waiting room for you.” A lady said from outside my door. I hastily moved my fingers from my face and turned to look at the door. Before I could respond, I heard Prince Randall’s door open. “Princess Ciana, should I take care of him for you?” Prince Randall uttered, knocking on my door. “No. I wouldn’t let you do that alone. I’m coming with you.” I answered, Picking up my bag from the bed. I walked to
~Prince Randall~ With my hands still on her eyes, I slowly and carefully led her down the dark, narrow path. The cold night wind blew on her fragile, fair skin, and I saw them make tiny knots on her arms. “Prince Randall, I’m scared.” She murmured, and I leaned closer and whispered in her ear. “I know. But you trust me, right?” I asked, and she nodded slightly. “Yes, but I’m cold.” She added. “I can see that on your skin,” I answered, and she swallowed hard. “Just a little more…” I added as we got to the open space next to the ocean. The breeze that blew was colder than we were coming from. Soon, our feet began to sink into the cold, smooth sand of the ocean bank, making it slightly hard to move. “I’ll let go of you now, but you still have to keep your eyes closed.” “What?” “Promise me,” I uttered. “I promise.” She answered, and I slowly pulled my hands away from her eyes. I walked to her front and stared at her face. I waved at her, but she didn’t flinch a bit. “Good.” I r
~Daciana~ Waking up, I grinned widely, giggling and laughing as I rolled on my bed. I recalled what happened at the beach last night. After our intense kiss, Prince Randall carried me out of the waters, and back to our small hut. We drank and ate in silence, just stealing glances at each other and smiling. We returned to the palace and for the first time in this palace, I slept like a baby. I jumped to my feet and ran to my mirror. I stared at myself and saw how scattered my hair was. Ignoring my rugged look, I traced my fingers on my lips. “Naughty, naughty Daciana! You begged him for a kiss.” I muttered, shaking my head and breaking into laughter. I started my day on a beautiful note, nothing can ruin my mood anymore. At least that’s what I hoped, knowing that I’d be finally meeting Carl today. Prince Randall insisted that he’d be present and I couldn’t say no to him. I moved away from the mirror and started preparing for the long day ahead of me. The earlier I’m done with Ca
~Prince Randall~ While we sat in the bar, we kept stealing glances at each other and smiling, ignoring the presence of Branden. He suspiciously looked at us. I could see confusion and wonder on his face. His face clearly wrote, “What the heck?”. I looked at her again and I noticed she was going to pour herself another wine. Slowly, I held the wine bottle and looked into her eyes. “Take it slow, okay?” I warned, and she chuckled and shrugged. “What? It’s just my third glass.” She uttered with slight laughter, taking the bottle from me and pouring some into her glass.“Two glasses of wine is efficient to make you tipsy.” I adamantly added. “But it won’t be drinking into a stupor, would it?” She further asked, and I heaved a sigh at her stubbornness. “Moreover, you’ll be here to help me like you did the last time, right?” She added in high spirits as she slurped more wine. “Right,” I muttered, resting my back again. “F**k it.” Branden cursed, moving his chair closer to me. “You
~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 to answer this real