Tragically a Princess

Chapter 9 13 Families

"I thought you were trying to distance yourself."

"I am, but she makes it hard."

Is that Daylan and is he talking to Beckett? I open my eyes and look at the two boys, who look at me. "Oh, good. You're awake." Daylan says.

"What are you two talking about?" I ask.

"Nothing. I came to find you because mom and dad want us to have supper together tonight."

"Oh, okay, when?"

"Now. It's just the four of us, so what you're wearing is fine."

"I- okay," I say getting out of bed, smoothing my hair down. "Bye, and thank you, Beckett," I say before we leave.

"Of course."

"You two are close," Daylan comments as we walk down the hall.

"Yeah, we grew up together. He's been my best friend for years."

"Ah, I wish you could have grown up here, but I remember everything that happened, so it's better that you didn't."

"It would have been different for sure."

"Were you happy growing us? Did you have a good childhood? I only ask because that's what mom and dad were worried about, you being happy."

"I'd say yes. I had a typical childhood from where I grew up. I went to school, had friends, hung out with friends. I was happy."

"That's good. What about now, are you happy?" he asks.

"I think that's going to take some time. The people I thought were my family and love, were murdered, and I saw them." I pause, that image flashing through my mind, bringing tears to my eyes.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought it up," Daylan says. "If you don't want to come to supper, I can tell mom and dad."

"No, no, I want to come to supper," I say.

"Are you sure?"

I nod. "Yes, I'm not going to feel better if I just sit in my room."

"Okay."

We walk into the dining room where mom and dad are waiting for us. We sit across the table from them. They talk to Daylan about his day and then turn to me. "How was your day at school?" The king, my father, asks.

"Uh- it was good."

"Good to hear."

"Did you make any friends?" Daylan asks.

"No, I didn't really talk to anyone other than Beckett," I tell them.

"Oh, no one?" Mom asks.

"No, not really than a few people introducing themselves."

"A few children of the Lord's go there," Dad says.

"Yes, Samantha Wood is one. She comes from a good family. She'd be good to make friends with."

The one that came up to Beckett and me at lunch? They want me to be friends with her? I don't think she wants anything to do with me right now, and if she does after she finds out who I am, I want nothing to do with her.

I put a smile on my face. "Yeah, I'll have to do that." I'll do that the second Tuesday of never.

"Good, we want you to have friends and be happy," Mom says. More friends don't mean happiness, but just keep a smile on my face and nod.