My Dear Avid Readers, Dimanche Beni! I am sorry that I didn't yet edit the previous chapters. I knew there were a lot of things to revise, correct, and restructured. Still, facing scheds and work, but don't worry I know that help will come along the way. Meanwhile, praying that before I finish the last 24 chapters, I may be able to refine the rough edges of the scenes. Thank you for supporting me and in my journey. Bonne lecture. jJespère que vous pourrez saisir clairement le caractère de Marie. Love lot, Maymay Marie
Marie knew exactly how Prince Mharl would react after she told him everything. The rumors and news involving Marie and Prince Mharl continued. However, both sides were quiet. Despite the attack of the media, negotiations continued between the two parties. “Let’s fly to Paris.” The prince happily told Marie when they met in the secret garden of the castle beside the garden that was known to the public. It was located between a hill and a plain overlooking the city on the other side and the river. Marie stopped eating the cake. They had a snack date at 3:00 in the afternoon. Several of the staff prepared it for them. It was the prince's idea since he knew how much Marie adored greenery. “Are you serious? You have a lot of activities and I have mine. “Yes. I called the secretary to get our flight and the hotel to book.” “Wait My Royal Highness. Are you asking me to…?” “Miss Marie Sieran, I am a gentleman, you know. I got the message but it’s not the way you think. I just want you t
She smiled despite the seriousness that she saw on Prince Mharl’s face. “Hon, you look like a teen who has been given the right to leave, yet all of a sudden his parents ask him to stay.” She giggled and ran the moment the prince hurriedly grabbed her hand. Sweetie, you owe me! A few meters away, the prince shouted as if they were the only two people on earth, ignoring the stares of couples, seniors, teens, and even families from all over the world. Back in the Philippines, President Devan called a conference with the cabinets about the decision they needed to make about the statement they made the previous month. In the heat of the issue, Denmark's highnesses officials firmly believed the prince was innocent and were still searching for a way to prove it. As he approached Marie’s hiding place near the bridge the prince was wondering why she looked serious all of a sudden. “The old woman who witnessed my aunt’s accident sent a message again and the pictures are here.” Marie let t
“Nothing. I am still in awe of you, "he smiled, but deep inside he couldn't focus due to his plan. The two ate silently for the next hour and Marie was amused by the music in the background. She did not notice a group of Parisian musicians since they stood at their backs. They made a toss and the prince winked and they started to play their favorite love songs. Marie was so absorbed in the food in front of her, and just made a quick glance at the prince once and a while. However, as she still pondered the reason why Prince Mharl suddenly became so anxious a while back, she heard the introduction to "The King and Queen of Hearts" being played nearby. “It was impossible. The restaurant already had soft music playing in the background,” she thought. She was about to drink her water when she turned her head at the back. “Oh! What is this?” Marie exclaimed as she looked at the prince who was now wiping his head again. Though she asked, part of her brain knew already that it was a part
It was Friday afternoon. The library was full in attendance. A private meeting of the royal family was held for the third time. The first was before Denmark’s Foundation Day. The second was after the first murder attempt on Prince Mharl and the third during the Queen’s birthday. The queen and king led the family’s agenda. There was a monarchy led by the queen and a king was supposed to be the king since King Viela II's monarchy was based on her lineage and forefathers. However, it was amended by the queen and made the prince an equal king to civil duties. However, when considering the final decision, she still led the land so her family. On her Chanel-inspired tweed, one of the world's iconic fabrics, the queen said, "Good evening, my loving family." The reason why I called this meeting is very important.” The rest greeted her in return. “Prince Mharl, please read the royal etiquettes.” The king called when the queen was done with her overview of the family meeting. Prince Richard
“Hej, hon.” Marie answered as she walked into the hallway to enter her classroom. You read my message?” There was a pause on the other line. The prince's assistant opened the door and motioned for him to hear the news. Prince Mharl became anxious as soon as he heard who had arrived at that hour. Marie waited for the answer on her phone. “Hon, what’s wrong?" She heard whispers and the sound of walking. “I am sorry, darling. I have to leave because something came up. Call me later.” The prince hurried to his room and left his phone on the bed. Then he went to the ground floor. “Prince Mharl, come here.” His mother, the queen called him when he approached the drawing room in the ground floor. “Princess Sharl is here and her parents, the queen.” The prince turned right and made a bow to the queen and the princess. “Glad that you visit here.” He said as he was startled a bit by the visit. “This is a surprise. You did not tell me that today is what you mean in your last message.” Q
Marie ate four loaves with butter silently. The silence suddenly made her want to go home right away. Again, tears ran from her eyes and she felt pain in them from crying too much before she tried to sleep. Her eyes were lumpy, but she was afraid her colleagues would wake up if she cried loudly. The majority of them ignored her when she passed them from the living room and the kitchen, while only a few just nodded with fake smiles. Her instincts told her that they were fake smiles and gestures. Marie talked to God in silence. “Father, if this is Your chastisement for me, help me to carry them. Help me face them. Please give me the strength to bear this pain. Who am I anyway? My childhood brought pain as bullies greeted me everywhere. They came whether from my own siblings, family, friends, and enemies who laughed when they saw when I was in pain. I was always crying and would sit on one of the branches of the tree, looking at the lush greenery as a haven. Then, You gave me the respon
“I'm not sure what to do, Lord.” Marie stooped as she prayed. While she looked up at the facade of the school from her terrace on the second floor, she hugged her knees. After the breakup, she didn't mingle with her colleagues; it was obvious they avoided her as well. It wasn't known what she would do next. It was the prince who decided to finish everything for the sake of his family. Even though something had happened, Marie was able to get up, eat her food, and communicate with her family. She was able to see the live coverage in both the castle and Malacañang early this morning. “They cry for justice, Father. Protesters from my country said something rude to the highnesses and other Filipinos here. Though I am still safe but now experiencing something strange treatment. Danish protesters, too, wanted me to leave. Thank you to the royal police, officers, and guards here.” Marie’s silently prayed while still looking at the entrance to the school near the gate. The gate was hidden b
The recording of Marie’s first-ever composition while still in college, was a success. The palace was used for tourist purposes. She felt happier than ever. Apparently, even her enemies wanted to know about the song that their views counted that hit a million views in three days when they posted it on YouTube alongside its official website, F******k, and other social media accounts. “Marie’s tears of gratitude fell once more as she said, Thank you for making my dream come true, Dear God. "That's why I am heavy with this. Thanks to the piano. Since she was a child, she disciplined herself not to cry except for some emotional moments or instances and for painful journeys. While opening her laptop, before coming to the office of the school to formally give her resignation, she heard the other rooms a few walks away. “What’s happening?” Marie’s thoughts were distracted for a while. She then checked her clock on the bedside table. It was 10:00 on Friday morning. Their first week of vacati