Gemma had a rough start in life but she eventually managed to make her life what she always dreamt of. From filling the gap between her grandparents and her mom to accepting her father's absence in her life to becoming a successful interior designer...
I kept sitting on the chair near the window, far more disturbed to have felt any panic attack of thalassphobia. Tear's falling now and then from my eyes but no sound came out of my mouth. I gazed into complete darkness, thinking if somebody could see my troubled form from outside and barge in to help me.
I heard the door being opened and looked in the direction involuntarily. Of course it was him. He just gave me one glance and I did the same. I turned my attention to the previous spot and though I could hear him moving around, I didn't care to look.
After sometime, there was no noise of moving around. It seemed to me that he was settled. But I could feel his gaze on me. I didn't want to be in his presence. I didn't want to be looked at by him. Because he was a cursed thing. Wherever he went, wherever he looked, he only brought destruction.
Then a thought crossed my mind. Who is supposed to be blamed for my situation? Mom, because she went on motorboat? Dad, because I was kidnapped from his palace? Or both, because they had to love each other even when it was forbidden? Or this cruel Prince who brought her here? Or probably, my fucking existence is to be blamed!!
Thoughts after thoughts crossed my mind and I could not remember how long I kept sitting there.
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I woke up on the bed, tucked securely and clearly remembering that I had slept on the chair itself. Getting up a little, I hung my legs down from the bed and exactly at that moment the door opened again, showing a young lady who walked in quietly, smiling at me nervously. She looked not more than 19, had curly black hair and freckles on skin that of course must be envied by any woman.
'I hope her excellency slept peacefully through night.' she said quite hesitantly.
Resisting an urge to flip a middle finger, I replied sarcastically 'Keep hoping.' I am a nasty-morning person and situation made me more nastier.
'Umm....Miss.....I brought you new clothes. His majesty, the Prince, has ordered me to escort you to the court.' She replied, probably trying hard not to loose her confidence due to my sarcasm.
'I barely endure him in this room, I won't bare his presence unnecessarily!' I snapped at her and I regretted it immediately because she didn't look like a person who could bear someone's anger.
'Hey. I'm sorry.' I apologized immediately.
'Don't embarrass me, Miss.' She replied, recollecting herself. For sometime we stayed in silence and then she said in a low yet cheerful tone 'I have a news for you, Miss Gemma.........your father, the Northern Lord and His majesty, the King is here.'
'Dad.' a whisper left my mouth and my eyes were already pouring out my desperateness. I didn't think even twice before snatching the dress from the girl and running towards the bathroom to shower and change into that simple yet elegant white gown.
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