All Chapters of Betrothed To The Rogue King: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

It was just a week to the end of the bridal academy training, and I had seen Becky only on that first night. Somehow, I had not run into her anywhere. Neither had she visited my room again. It was a thought that lingered at the back of my mind perpetually, but I could not talk to anyone about. I found a way eventually to be by myself - away from my friends, and I went looking for Becky. Unsure where to start from, I searched for Miss Angie, and told some cock and bull story about how I knew Becky, and how I had not seen her anywhere. Miss Angie stayed silent for a long while after I completed my story, just looking at me. "Bestie…" She started, as she had grown to address me. I fidgeted. "I will not ask further questions even though I know there is more to your story." She paused. "But Becky was withdrawn from the academy the very next day for vague reasons. Reasons as vague as the story you have just now told me." Miss Angie smiled a small smile to herself, apparently feeling smug

"You took everything too far, Clara." Martha said thoughtfully to me, and I looked away as I packed my bags. I had called Attus, and he was on his way to the academy to get me out for the remaining six days. "You cannot tell me what to do or how to be, Martha. Last I checked, you are my personal maid, and not the other way around." I said, as I zipped up my bag. Glenn looked up at me from the novel she was reading. "Whatever happened to you, I really hope you heal because this is horse shit!" Glenn spat angrily at me. I looked up at her, gave a wicked smile and arranged my shirt. I was leaving them, and there was nothing that anyone could do to stop me. Ellen opened the room door just then, and walked in with Mila. They had gone through a lot of get pizza and ice cream for themselves, Glenn and Martha. "I don't want to come with you though, Miss Clara. I will find my way back to the Castle on the last day." Martha declared, and I scoffed. "If you don't come with me, I'm getting a

Sophia looked away from all of us, and closed her eyes sadly. She looked like she was about to pass a kidney stone. The look in her beautiful eyes was that of pure pain, but she shielded it immediately and scoffed instead. "I was just unlucky enough to be going to the rooftop at the same time as you guys. When Miss Angie addressed us earlier, she did not mention me, because I was not supposed to be here." Sophia dismisses. "Oh really? Why then are there six chairs in here and why are there supplies and food with your name on it?" I asked, and Sophia shrugged. "Well, I didn't even know about that. I guess it is what it is then?" Sophia said."Look, Guys. The best way to get out of here and out of each other's lives for good, is to squash this shit. Even if we will never be friends anymore, let us at least just be cordial. That is what Miss Angie wants, so let's just give it to her and be on our merry ways." Ellen tried to negotiate. "We will not all be friends? Every single one of

I had felt that talking about everything that we did, and making up, was going to be enough for Miss Angie, and that she would free us from the stuck elevator, but as the hours went by, I started to panic seriously. The space was starting to hem me in and stifle me. "When exactly will Miss Angie free us from this bondage? Is it when we all die from claustrophobia? The darkness in here is starting to really bother me…" I complained, feeling very bitter, and Ellen reached out and held my hand. "Miss Angie!" Martha screamed suddenly, "If you can hear us, please get us out of here. We have talked about everything we wanted to talk about and we're good now. Please… We're out of snacks, and I need to shower and change my tampon for fucks sake!" She said, kicking the walls of the elevator angrily. "Oh… Aunty Flo is in town… NoNo wonder you have been so cranky." Glenn said, and Martha rolled her eyes. She was apparently having a mood swing, and was not at all in the mood to smile or be fri

Sleeping next to Attus, I woke up bright and early and realized that I did not have a single nightmare all through the night. As I sat up next to him, I yawned, stretched, and then looked over at him. I watched him sleep peacefully with his hair blown all over his face. I reached out tentatively and gently pushed his hair away from his face and behind his left ear with my fingertips. He turned in his sleep, mouthing some unintelligible words, and I pulled my hand away abruptly. I smiled to myself as I got out from under the covers. I walked languidly over to the window in my big night shirt and my old lady underwear, to peek out of it. It was still so early that the moon was still very visible in the sky. I smiled again as I refused to check the time. I just knew from the greyish blue tinge of the sky, that it would soon be the dawn of a dark, gloomy and rainy day. The winds had slowly started picking up even. I walked over to the kitchenette, and started to make pancakes. It was n