When the crown fits. (First Draft)//On hold\\

Falling

Bonjour Cuties. I have been at my grandmother's house for the past few days, and she has no wifi. I know, it could belong on American Horror Story, but it's true. Anyway I had lots of time on my hands, and wrote several chapters. So LOTS OF UPDATES!!!!! #Christmas Hope you continue to enjoy and give feedback. Love ya dolls.💎
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Thursday(Continued):~

I burst into the kitchen door, chest heaving, tears flowing, cheeks red and puffy. Darla drops her towel and rushes over to me, "Darling, what happened?"
"Christopher.......Love......Kiss.......Ran." I sputter out, my breathe hitching. "Hun, slow down and breathe." She orders gently. I took a few deep breathes and got by breathing back on track. I then told her everything, from the wine, to the bird, to my want of his lips. Whenever admitting my desire, my cheeks got red. But his lips were so plump and so red, they reminded me of a tart strawberry on a summer day. IT'S FORBIDDEN! More tears flow down my face at the thought. Even if he did like me back, it's against my parent's law; we won't have to worry about having to talk to my parents, he doesn't like me. Darla just gave me a copy of Sense and Sensibility, as well as a carton of homemade vanilla ice cream, then told me to calm down and rest. I grabbed a spoonful of the ice cream, then started reading the book. As the book carried on, my raw and red eyes started to drop, until I was into a semi-peaceful slumber.

A loud knock on my wooden door pushed me out of my sleep. I slowly got out of bed and opened my door, to my surprise Darla was behind it. Before I could say anything she handed me a note, gave me look, then went back down to her kitchen. As soon as I opened it, I think I died of cardiac arrest, it read:

Dear Princess,
I am disappointed you had to leave early, and I know you were going to meet me a Martha's bakery in a few days. However, what I have to tell you is far too important to wait so long. Tomorrow, if you can make it, please meet me in the meadow beside my house at 8 p.m., I will be waiting Jacqueline.

Sincerely,
Christopher x

He wants to meet me, what if he tells me he loves me back. No, he's going to tell me to stop my feelings because he doesn't like me that way.
Why do I have to be so ugly and royal. If I was blonde-haired and blue-eyed, as well as the bakers daughter, he would love me. Why did I have to be born in this place, why can't my younger sister, Adriana, become Queen. I just want to be able to live the way I want to with Christopher. If my life was in my control, it would go a little something like this.

When I meet Chris in the meadow, he'll come running towards me. When he finally reaches me, he pick my up and spin me a round. After he sets me down, he'll confess is undying love for me and tell me we will run away together to make it work. I will return to the castle, only to grab my things and say goodbye to Darla, then me him at his hut. We will run into the woods and never look back. We will find a beautiful cabin in the woods and move in, get married and have a daughter that looks like me and a son that looks like Chris, their names will be Darcy Mae and Peter.

All he had to do is say he's in love with me tomorrow and I will get my 'happily ever after'. I decide to go to bed so I can look decent for Christopher tomorrow.
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Friday•~•

The sun is hiding this morning. The clouds are gray and there is word that a thunderstorm is going to hit this afternoon. However, I put that behind me so I could focus on making sure everything would be perfect tonight. At 6, I took a shower, did my hair and makeup, put on a simple blue dress, and slipped on a pair of tan boots. At 7:40, I decide to start my trek to the meadow, so I wouldn't be late. When I arrived at the meadow, I went to the tree we would always hang out at because of the wooden swing. At the tree, I saw Chris swinging slightly on the wooden swing. I took a deep breathe and showed myself, "A lot of déjà vu huh?" He turns around, slightly off guard. "Yeah, back when times were easier.", he lightly chuckles. I take a seat on the swing across from him, the one his father had to build because we were horrid at sharing. I nervously clamp my hands together in my lap then ask, "Why'd you bring me here?"
He looks at the ground then says, "Yesterday, did you want to kiss me?" I look at the ground and the him again. "Would you have let me kiss you?" I ask, stunned at where this confidence came from. This was it, he was about to reply with a simple one word answer that would change our lives forever. "No," Not exactly the one word answer I was looking for. " I wouldn't have let you kiss me. Jacky, you are a great and beautiful friend. But I can't like, nor love you. I just think God wants us to friends, and stay really good friends. Do you get what I'm saying?" My eyes were filling with tears, so I just simply nodded so I could go home and sob for a million years. "Don't take this the wrong way Jacky, you are truly beautiful, but I see you more of a little sister that is in need of protection." I just swallowed my tears, "I totally understand, it would be illegal anyways. I was only scooting closer because...you were blocking my exit. But now that we have this all under control, I think I need...." Before I could finish, a loud rumble of thunder warned us of an oncoming storm.

"Chris, I must leave." I said jumping of the swing and running home. "J-Jacky, wait!" He said running my way. "Y-you can stay at my place until the storm blows over." I paused for a minute, my back still facing him. "I'll be fine Chris, the storm won't be another 10 minutes."

"How do you know what time it's coming." He questioned.

"I don't know, but I'll make it home." I snapped and resumed walking.

As I was almost to the castle was when the rain started. The crystal rain mixed with my salty tears as they dripped past my lips. I didn't talk to anybody, not even glanced at a person. I made a straight line to my room and locked the door. This was so stupid. I knew this was going to happen and I set myself up for it. I picked myself up and went into my bathroom to take a shower. I was going to make it through this. I am strong.
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