A king with a bad attitude must change for his subjects or else face the rebellion. He thinks power can stop it all, little does he know power can become the reason for his fall.
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Book 1 | R...
Since that dreadful day a week ago Edward had been avoiding me like I am the plague. He tries with all his might to not cross paths with me. Luck was not on his side, thankfully. One day, my duties were mixed up accidentally and I was stationed in the garden. It happened to be the day when Edward had a lunch meeting with his ministers in that heavenly place. The moment he laid eyes upon me, they ignited with such fire that I felt the heat of it burning me to the core even from a ten feet distance. The hatred in that gaze was unbearable. Since that day, I have been returning the favor by trying not to collide with him at any place in the palace.
The worst aspect of our feud was him not giving me a chance to explain. The least he could have done was hear me out. Consciously, I was aware of how similar my reaction would have been if I was in his shoes. Awareness did nothing to abate my desire to go and throw myself at Ed's feet. I was ready to roll on the ground belly up like a dog and beg him to listen to me. The severity of how deep my desperation went was concealed until I stumbled upon Callum while passing the west wing's main corridor.
"Greetings, Jupiter. How are you?"
"I am fine, thank you. How are you?"
"I am all good but are you sure about yourself? You look ready to cry, roll on the floor and then drop dead," he joked. Humor laced his words unbeknownst to the truth that tumbled out with it unintentionally. He had hit the nail on the head and the truth was now bleeding out. That day I decided to accept that he was gone and I should move on. Canoodling was not why I was here anyway.
Later in the night, I realized that although my words did hold conviction, my heart remained unconvinced. I was a crying mess for the next few days. By the time mornings arrived, my pillow would be as soaked as this land was with the blood of many.
He was the first man in my life who cared and now he detests me. How do I make him understand that my identity was unfamiliar territory for me? I was at the most vulnerable point in my life.
One night terror and I came back to my senses. I gasped for air, wiping sweat with the sleeve of my shirt. My father insisted I should not do it but I have been acting like a whiny little girl. Alarm bells started ringing in my ears with my father's warning echoing inside my mind. My earlier thought of moving on took the form of determination. For me, he ceased to exist that day.
A month passed. During that month, we crossed paths twice. Whereas my lips parted with a greeting ready on my lips — and my heart beating fast — he did not spare me a glance, going on his merry way. So, I was genuinely shocked when he called me to his bed chambers after two months of our dispute. Obviously, I all but ran to him like a fool.
"Your Majesty, you ordered my presence. How can I serve you?" I inquired at a barely audible volume as I entered Edward's room after getting permission from him.
"Stop with the formalities and sit."
I stared at where he was pointing and nearly dissolved into a crying puddle. It was the chair. Fearful that he would swallow back his words, I scampered to the wooden furniture.
"I prefer that you forget our titles for the duration you are here today." I nodded twice. "I need your advice again."
Oh. I did not expect that. As I went to agree, an idea struck me. "OK, but I have a condition. You must give me your word that you will hear my side of the story. Can you promise that?"
Edward stilled and remained that way for a good minute before responding. "OK but after."
"So, what happened?"
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