Imperfections of a Royal

11

Noah offered to sit by the garden when I calmed myself down.

"Aren't you supposed to be working?" I asked as we sat down by the bench, facing the castle.

He shrugged. "I finished my part anyway. So, care to explain why you were crying in the hallway?"

I sighed then brushed my hair. "I can't. Well, I- I'm just getting tired and confused that's all." I excused.

I can't tell Noah what's happening between me and Angelo. I don't know if I can trust him already, but I have this feeling that I already do. Noah became so attached to me already, I can't seem to hate him anymore. My family likes him, even Althea likes him. I owe him my life.

He leaned against his back, "If I were you, I'd just escape the castle for a while and go out, you know."

I giggled. That is such a 'Noah' thing to do.

"Hey, I haven't asked you. What's your full name?" He suddenly asked.

"Ruthyelia Celeste Nobingale. Well, Nobingale of Rinovea, if I may add."

He chuckled. "That is one long name."

"How about you?" I then asked.

"Noah Brixton Wells."

I looked at him. He had a pretty name, but 'Wells'? I haven't heard of that family. Maybe because he was from the United States? Although we do meet some officials from the United States from time to time.

"You look shocked." He teased.

I cleared my throat. "I- uh- You have a very unique last name, that's all."

"My uncle said my Mom left me when I was 2. I lived with my Grandmother at first, finishing my studies. When I can finally leave, my grandmother let me travel here to live with my Uncle."

I was quiet. I didn't know about Noah's family, he really didn't mention it before.

"I'm sorry about that." I softly said.

"It's okay. It's been a long time anyway. I just kinda wish I'll meet my Mom before I get older."

We just talked for a few minutes, resting at the same time. I felt relieved he saw me at the hallway and now we're talking freely here. I feel refreshed for having even minutes of break from all of this.

"Hey, say this, after we visit your new bakery, do you want me to look for your Mother?" I suggested.

Suddenly, he was quiet. He stopped talking then thought for a while.