ROYALTY

Chapter 52

Once I entered my room I slammed the door shut, and fell to the floor. Why was I crying? What was happening to me? I came here claiming I was not the prince"s sport, wishing not to marry him but the image of Amelia on his hand. It sent my heart twisting in a hundred fold knots. Dragging myself from the floor I walked to the four poster bed, a memory of him and I flushing before my mind's eye. Of the night he sank into my room and clambered into my bed, wrapping me in his warm arms. He was more than exhausted that day, we did not make love, he did not talk much, just taking rest in the warmness of my small arms.

I pulled on the sheets and tossed them to the floor, banishing the memory from my head and heart. The pillows that had been puffed and arranged neatly were scattered all over the room, different things were sent flying all over the place, a comb had manged to fly out the window.

I dragged myself to the lone corner of the room, sat down and brought my legs to my chest. I buried my face in my arms. "What did I do? Tell me what?" I asked no one in particular, bathing in my pain. "Oh my head."

Suddenly the floor seemed a better place to rest, and so I laid, folding myself into a tight ball, my eyes struggling to keep awake.

"Trenton." I called out to the cold air that filled the room, "I love you." I felt the darkness stoop in, my eyes closing, feeling so heavy for me to leave open. The coldness of the floor eating into me, the hardness biting into my back. I thought I saw angels singing merrily on high or was it a black shoe. It was hard to tell when my head was dizzy, and imagines were in both black and white. I felt thirst to my dry throat, but I was too tired to get up. The pitcher of water that sat by my bed side table had fallen to the floor, sending its contents making the rugs wet.

I tried calling out again, maybe he would hear me, "I love you Trenton." before the darkness swooped in completely I heard a voice, "Then fight for him."

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I was awaken with a loud screaming voice, my head spinning. I was in the same room but not on the floor. I was in a white cotton sleeping gown on my bed. I felt my back ache, and pain travel up my spine as soon as my feet touched the ground.

On shaky feet I tried standing up, only to land back on my bed. I gripped the bed pole to steady myself. I managed for about a few minutes before I felt another wave of dizziness overtake me. I found myself leaning forward gripping my stomach, urging the foul substance to come out. Once I was done with my ministrations of watering the plants from my empty stomach I walked out, leaning against every wall and table for support.

Probably I had come down with a fever or something I was getting sickly every day. Once or twice I had tripped my very own feet on the stairs, but luckily for me I did not fall. Falling down the steps would be a death wish.

Still clenching my head I walked to the front of the palace towards the front doors. The golden fountain not picking my interest for even a few minutes. Pushing open the door I was met with a crowd of people, circling an object that was at the centre of the luge space. I could hear the wailing even louder now, more of like mourning. Making my way to the front I saw a man covered in blood from head to toe with an arrow sticking out of his neck, besides him sat a woman, a maid to be specific, clenching into the body of the dead. Crying for her loss.

It was a confusing sight but my confusion cleared once I saw the princess, her eyes staring hard on the carriage that had the charitable colours of blue and white. She looked like she was about to fall. Barely managing to hold herself together. Slowly her eyes searched the crowd, till she found mine, and made her way to where I stood.

My heart leaped many more times than I could count, a feeling of dread walking its way to my body. She stood right before me, looking down at her feet, that was when I noticed she was still in a night gown with barely a robe covering her body. I was in one to.

Ever so often the eyes of the servants would strive towards our direction, but she gave them no hid. She looked at me, sadness filling her eyes.

"We need to talk." She did not use the authoritative voice she normally did use, but she used a simple and meek voice, like the voice of a child that had been hurt more than a handful of time.

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