Prison Of Glass

04 | rejection rejection

Nathaniel

A fucking bitch is what she is.

She has no right to talk to me that way. Who the hell does she think she is. I am the king of this country, she has to listen to me, do as I say.

Isn't that how this works? The powerful man orders someone to do something he wants and it just happens, in a snap.

All my life, people have always done what I asked, obeyed to whatever my said, hell even my parents pampered me to no ends, being an only child and all. I was basically given everything on a gold platter.

Ever since I came back to my home, everyone has worshipped the ground I walked on. Endless gifts, expensive parties thrown in my name, media attention and of course, girls.

I had asked the same question I asked Anastasia to a lot of people at the party held by my mom for me coming back.

Every single person, I mean every single one only said that I would be the best king for this country can have, some even went on to say that I could conquer the world. Ass kissers.

She was the only one who downright insulted me.

I won't lie, her words did sting, since she basically implied that I'll never be good enough, never be as good as my father. But they were true.

This was my father's home, the place he loved the most, that is exactly why he had such a connection with the people, with this place. Anastasia is right. I didn't grow up here. I haven't had the time to connect with my future country, and if I don't, I'm sure that I won't succeed in my rule.

Ruling this country is something that I am immensely passionate about, no matter how hard it gets. Sure, I don't know this place very well, but I've watched my father. I have always wanted to be the king, it runs in my veins, but working to achieve the title of the best is a hard journey. One I am willing to go through.

That's exactly why I need her help.

She knows this place.

And whether she likes it or not, she's going to help me with this.

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Everyone waltzed around the huge ballroom, syncing their movements with the music playing, I swept my eyes across the room as I spotted her in the far corner talking to my cousin.

I pressed the glass of champagne on my lips and took a large sip. Adjusting my crisp white suit, I made my way towards them.

"Damien!" I gave him a side hug and patted his back with a wide smile. "Nate, my man!" He smiled at me. I turned towards her, my lips drawn into a sinister smirk. "Ana." I smirked and smiled, a little to widely.

I could see the annoyance in her facial features as she narrowed her eyes at me. She composed herself in just a second and put on a passive face and a wide, overly sweet smile.

"Nathaniel."

"How are you?"

"Fine. Thank you." She begrudgingly spat out. Damien looked between the two of us for a few moments then blew out a breath. "Pheww"

Both Anastasia and I looked at him with a face. He seemed oblivious to what he had done and looked at us with an innocent face.

Suddenly the music changed into a more calming tune as many pairs made their way onto the dance floor. The smooth music delved in the aura of the room as the pairs started to waltz. Suddenly a thought struck me.