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Princess?

OPHELIA

Felix and I stared at one another. His face disappointed and worried, and mine was well-

Annoyed.

"Miss October," He glanced at the bruised up pretty boi at the corner, scrutinizing the young boy while wondering how to phrase his sentence as nice as possible. What came out of his mouth was neither nice nor remotely near that.

"I have to tie you up in a tree one of these days."  Felix said, a frown etched on his face.

"Why don't you just tie me up on your bed then?"

"Your sexual innuendos as your defense mechanism is not needed in this conversation, October."

He. dropped. the. fucking. Miss.

He's mad.

"I'm sorry." I uttered.

Obviously, Felix didn't really like he hated it my sexual jokes.

"I'm sorry." I say once more. The silence threatening to kill me. "I'm sorry." I say again, and again, and again. Until, I'm sobbing like 5 years old Ophelia watching her father lock her hysteric mother in a room.

"Felix, I'm sorry." I say for the last time.

"October, you did not say nor asked permission from anyone at the palace that you are to go outside. You did not dare to converse or look at me these past few weeks, and-" Felix pointed at Ijekiel who is quietly sipping his tea, keeping that annoying smile on his face. "You fought with the Alpheus' heir."

And here comes my big mouth.

"He brought up a sensitive topic. He deserves to be beaten up."

"October."

"Why are you even getting mad at me, it was all your fault. Why are all of you cornering me? Why are all of you forcing me? YOU FORCED ME TO BE IN THE PALACE! YOU KEPT FORCING ME EVEN WHEN I SAID NO! YOU'RE JUST LIKE MY FATHER!"

When I realized what I just said, I ran.

Ran even when Felix kept calling out my name, I ran and ran until I didn't know where I am anymore. I just know that I ran away. Again. As I always do.

Running away from the fucking threat.

'Are you okay, Dear?'

And here she is again.

'Why me? Why is it always me?'

'I do not know. I do not even know why you and your mother existed.'

'You said something about your world. You said that people were more free. That women didn't have to marry men to be treated like a woman. That women can be anything, not just a wife. That I would be happier there than I could ever be here.'

'You will also be happy here, Ophelia. Ijekiel will love you.'

'Why do you kept thinking that a man will resolve all of my problems? Why are you forcing me to fall for men when I don't even need them? I just need me. I just need myself to be happy.'

'I told you, didn't I? I read this story far too many times. The princess is the main character. A magician is her love interest. And Ijekiel is the 2nd male lead. He's a good man.'

'Doesn't seem like it.'

'Ophelia, he doesn't know what your father did to you. He doesn't know what happened between your family.'

'Stop. I hate you. I really hate you. I am unhappy with all the things you feed my brain. So please, let me be.'

The voice quieted down. I couldn't hear anything, but the sounds of people living they're not real.

I am not real.
I am just a character unknown.
Maybe, that is why this is happening to me?
Because I am a nobody but a look-a-like of a princess that I haven't even met yet.
This is her story.
And I'm just a scapegoat in her story.

"Are you okay?" I turned to the soft voice that called out to me. Her brown eyes widening at the sight of my face. She seemed normal. From the outside that is. But the scent,

"Princess?"