Runaway Princess

9: Runaway Princess

OMFREAKINGG Yes. I did it! Sorry it took so long to put it up. I was pretty lazy this week so lay the blame on me. :( Sorry babeses! I still love you! 

So hope you like this chapter. GUESS WHAT: Plot TWIST. Well sort of. More like adding a new part to the story that you totes didnt know about. It'll make you wonder: Whaaaaaaa? 

Lots of puppy and sexy and granny love! xx

P.S. Doesnt Hannah Davis AKA Princess Addision/Adam look extremely pretty in that picture to the RIGHT? -->

IKR? That's why I'm showing you!

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The news of Ivan was unsurprising to Ella. Her indifference often made me wonder if she really was a psychic. Ella was definitely mysterious. But she also knew to how to be blunt. And that was exactly how she was when I let the details of my discovery leave my lips.

“I can’t believe you stayed. You could’ve been caught. You obviously don’t know how dire your actions are, or how even more destructive the consequences of those actions could be.” The lecture had me comparing her to my mother.

Though, it was pretty obvious that Ella wasn’t to be compared with her. I distinctively noticed that her cautions related to me being discovered, thus them getting in trouble. Not my safety. She wanted me to learn how to fight only to defend myself enough to not slow them down. And I concluded that Ella found this whole runaway-princess-disguised-as-a-boy thing amusing. And if it was a story it might be. But this was my life. Shouldn’t it be treated seriously?

There I went again, returning to my royal manner. It wasn’t anyone’s duty to care out me. I was here because they allowed me to be. Ella especially shouldn’t have to. If she’d told the boys about my true identity they would have dropped me off at the palace gates staying only long enough to claim their reward.

Shaking out of my thoughts I looked at Ella who had a strange look in her eye. It reminded me of Aaron’s look. His ‘driving force’ I used to call it. Ivan used to laugh at my—Ivan. Ivan was here. I shouldn’t be so calm. I was on the brink of being discovered and I was reminiscing.

The door busted open and I jumped at the noise. My shoulders sagged back down once I saw Collin walk through the door, mug in hand. I assumed it was alcohol from the yellowish tint of the liquid. Lance followed suit but was empty handed of any drink. Instead he carried something black.

“What’s that?” I asked, standing on my tippy toes and peering at it as if that would give me a better view.

“This is yours.” He replied and shoved it in my arms. It being some sort of rough black cloth. I looked up at him in confusion.

“Mine?”

“Yes.”

“What for?” I pulled up the material, letting it hang down as I studied what I now saw was a tunic. It came along with a thin cloak which was more like a shawl with a hood.

“You need to be conspicuous for the festival. Black is a common color and you can easily hide in the shadows. I got the smallest I could find, hope it fits.” Lance winked and then went over to lie on the straw mattress.

I shivered at the sight of the room. It was almost as bad as the Antlers Woods though not quite. I was also pretty sure that the beds were infested with an unknown species of bugs and there was a nest of rats living in the walls. I honestly preferred the bumpy ground to this place.

Turning back to Ella I saw that the glint in her eye had receded, but she had a manner to her that seemed more closed. She gave me a hard look before stepping out of the door, not informing us of her destination.