𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭

~𝐖𝐡𝐲?~

Augustine's POV:

I've asked some random people in this God forsaken mess of a house on where mother could be.
One of them had led me to a meeting room.

"Mother!" I barge in, furious.
She and Fredrick were standing, both of their hands on the table, inspecting a map.
"Daughter, come in." She doesn't spare me a single ounce of her focus, enraging me even more.
"What is this bullshit?" I slam the book she gave on the table, and cross my arms.
This better be nonsense.
Finally, she ever so slowly shifts her gaze to meet mine,
"Augustine! Watch your language!" She demands.
I'd be dammed to watch my language when I'm about to go unhinged, I don't dare say those to her face, though I wish I could.
"We're quite busy right now if you can't tell, I'll talk to you later!"
Rags flows through me at her words! Can't she spare a minute or two for the daughter she hasn't seen in years?
But I ignore her words, knowing that if I'm to respond to them, I will not be able to control my fury.
"Mother you should've told me. You could've taken me with you, and I would've supported you!" I try to shake the tears pooling my eyes, but I couldn't control their journey out. "Instead you've left me there. I never knew if you were alive or dead. Every single night I pray that you're well and this is no more than a nasty nightmare, that one day I'll wake up and find you.
"But I've waited five years! Five years mother! During which there was no mother to comfort me, no father to love me, no one."
"August you think I had a choice? Now tell me, how could I have survived myself, let alone take care of you, while moving from place to place. Nearly starving myself to death. Cold crippling into my body, no shelter, no water, nothing. August I couldn't have possibly done this if I hadn't left you."
"Well you could've just not done this! They've taken the throne decades ago, now tell me, why is it that you've chosen the throne over your own daughter?"
Fredrick finally says his first words ever since I've stepoed in, "I believe that has to do with us." He says.
"Oh of course" I mutter under my breath.
"My mother came to her. Desperate." He says, "They've made a deal, way before you were born!"
"Indeed. Now if you'd excuse us please."
I give them both a nasty stare and storm out.

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I am a princess is all I could think of that night.
I've always hated princesses and princes, and now I'm one of them.
Why am I this unlucky?
Couldn't it be someone else?
Why me?

At this moment, I just need father to tell me all's well, to reassure me and embrace me in his tight chest.
I also want Elijah. I want him to kiss me, tell me I'm strong and will get through this. I want his smile to provide me light. That's all if he's alive and well.

Though mother definitely failed me this time, but I still adore her. I still love her with all what my heart offers. And that will never change.