~Prince Randall~ I stared at the ceiling blankly and the only thing I could hear was Daciana sleeping soundly in my arms. I couldn’t bring myself to sleep, not after Agatha dropped the bomb on me last night. Throughout the night, all I could think about was where I had gone wrong. How could I not notice what happened? How did I get to hate him so much that I didn’t bother to request an autopsy report after his death?? Who hated him so much and was bold enough to poison him?! Deep down, I couldn’t stop thinking Anne had something to do with his death, but I kept shaking off that feeling because I didn’t want to believe she was that cruel. ‘Maybe she loves playing games, maybe she wants everyone to do whatever she wants, but murder? Murder is far-fetched.’ At the moment of his death, he had so many enemies already and anyone could have wanted him dead, but for him to have died of poisoning, that person must have infiltrated the palace to achieve this. King Edwin never
~Anne~ I paced in the living room, anticipating Lily’s arrival. Trump sat on the couch, staring at me like I had gone crazy, and it bothered me. “What?” I asked, feeling offended. “Can you please stop pacing? She told you she’s on her way already. Why are you still bothered?” He asked. “I’m not bothered, okay? I’m just impatient. What if she didn’t do what I told her? Lily acts like she doesn’t care if he chooses her or not.” “She didn’t say that, did she?” “C’mon, Trump. You know I’m smarter than that. She has accepted fate but I hope she’s not that stupid. She has everything she needs to win against Daciana. If I were in her shoes, I wouldn’t let this opportunity pass me by.”“But you’re not in her shoes. Not everyone likes to play games, Anne. It’s dangerous and stressful. Maybe she just wants to be happy with the way things are.” I scoffed and shook my head in disagreement. “That is the most stupid thing I’ve ever heard. Who would be happy with losing her chances to be a qu
~Prince Randall~My blood couldn’t stop boiling as I ordered the search for Mia immediately after talking to Chef Dinka. I also spoke to Emily, who further confirmed that Mia handled the drinks and she served King Edwin an orange juice just before the commencement of the ceremony. However, there was still one unanswered question and that was “why?” “Why would she do that to him? King Edwin never had issues with any worker.” I muttered as I headed to my room with Daciana at my side. “Maybe someone beat her to it.” She responded, and I heaved a loud, tired sigh. “This can’t keep happening. I’m so mentally exhausted. We should be on our honeymoon right now, not going around solving murder crimes.” I muttered, and she shook her head. “We are talking about your adopted father here, Randall. You can’t just ignore that some asshole took his life. Regardless of what he did, nobody had the right to do so. It’s a huge disrespect and shame.” “Right. I can’t…” My phone began to vibrate in
~Daciana~We dashed into the hospital, running towards the receptionists. “We are here for Mr Trump. Where is he?” Randall uttered with haste. “He’s in the ER, Your Royal Highness.” She responded, and we all ran down the hallway to where the ER was. After Randall gave the order to find Anne, we got a call that someone found Trump bleeding by the roadside and was rushed to the nearest hospital. Hearing this gave us a sense of relief and hope that he could still be saved. While we waited in the hallway, Randall paced in front of the door, breathing in and out deeply. Lily sat next to me on the chair as we waited for the doctor’s news. I looked at her face and it seemed like she had so many things going on in her head. I mean, who didn’t at this point? She stared at Randall like he wasn’t recognizable. Like he was a stranger. “Daciana,” she called, moving her gaze from Randall after a long while of her staring at him. “Have you always known he was a Lycan?” She asked, and I nodded
~Lily~ Trump finally woke up after so many hours and he met us standing next to his hospital bed. I had to go back to the palace the previous night to get Kendall and bring him to the hospital with me. “How are you feeling?” Randall asked, moving closer to his bed, and he slowly turned his head to look at him. “Numb.” He mumbled, taking his time to look at everyone’s faces, including Kendall’s, who I carried in my arms. “I’m so sorry…” Randall began to speak, but he shook his head, making him stop. “I… I need to tell you something. Anne, she… Anne killed Edwin.” He stuttered, and Randall nodded, sitting on the edge of the bed and reaching for his hand. “I found out. I’m going to find her, father. And I’m going to make her pay…” Trump shook his head, a surprised look on his face. “Fa…father?” He called Randall back, and Randall clenched his jaws and nodded. “Are you not my father?” “I am, but… it’s so surprising to hear you call me that. I never thought there would be a time y
~Anne~ I kept my head low, adjusting my dark shades as I walked into the hotel with my two traveling boxes. Even though I was out of the kingdom, I knew it was still risky for me to be seen. It was a very dangerous time to get caught by anyone. “I’d love to book a room,” I uttered, further covering the other half of my face with the satin scarf I had on. “For how many days, Ma’am?” She asked, and I looked at her through the space between my glasses and lower forehead. “Two nights,” I responded in a hurry. While she helped me book, I kept looking around, hoping there was no one that I knew or that no one could recognize me under my disguise. “Thank you.” I collected my card and the room key from her. I pulled my bags towards the elevator and got in. I let out a loud sigh and took a moment before screaming. “F**k!!” My plans turned out to be the shittest plan ever for the very first time. How can I explain to them that I didn’t kill him?! All they want right now is to see me de
~Prince Randall~ ~Three weeks later~ “… he is already discharged.” “Thank you so much, Doctor,” I said as I stood up from the chair in his office. “The wheelchair has been fetched already and it is in the ward as we speak. He should be on it already.” He responded, also standing up. “Thank you. And any news about the person who brought him in?” I asked, and he shook his head. “We can hardly recognize who did. It was chaos that night so we just took him in and began to operate on him. However, Mr Trump admitted that he could recognize him if he saw him.” “Hmm… I wish he’s found. I need to reward him for saving his life.” “I hope so too.” He added as we made our way out of his office. In the hallway were Daciana, Lily, Kendall, and Brandon, waiting to take Trump home with us. “Are we free to go now?” Brandon asked, and I nodded. “Everything is sorted. We can head back to the palace now.” I answered and looked at Daciana, who faintly smiled back. These past few weeks have been
~Lily~ After getting to the palace, I felt so exhausted and I needed to go back home to rest well, and this time, Kendall was coming with me. I was beginning to miss him a lot and I needed him to spend some quality time with him. But, I wasn’t sure how to put that out to Randall. He seemed to enjoy Kendall’s company even more after the incident with Trump. While I thought of what to say to him, he walked up to me in the living room, carrying Kendall in his hands. “How are you?” I asked when he got closer. “Who isn’t tired?” He answered, carefully placing Kendall on my thighs. “I bet you have missed him so much.” He said, and I nodded, kissing his head while he smiled widely. “So much.” “Then, I think he should go home with you today.” He replied and my eyes widened in surprise. “Really?” “Yes. Daciana and I will be away from the palace for a week. We’d love him to be with you then.” “Oh… okay. Thank you. I didn’t know how to tell you that I wanted to tak