In the land of Vafra, Daisy Emmet, daughter of the prime minister, stands out for her beauty, kindness, and daring nature. She is adored by the ruling king, queen, and their children, with the exception of the eldest son, Louis Graham Hawthorne.
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Louis
I barge into my dad's office the moment the party ended. I see him sitting beside my mum, sipping whiskey.
"You lied," I accuse. "You told me I could choose my bride tonight but you went ahead and chose a bride yourself."
My dad looks at me and sighs. "I'm sorry son, Alexander was rushing me saying you and Irina would make a power couple. It would also tighten the connection between Russia and Vafra."
I clench my fists. "At least you could have asked me. You could asked me, dad. It was a simple thing to do."
My mum puts her hand on my dads shoulder and looks at him. "He's right, Spencer. You told him he could choose but you never let him."
My dads eyes soften when he hears my mum. "I know, darling, I feel bad but I can't do anything about it now."
I let out a humorless chuckle. "So that's it? I have no choice but to marry Irina?"
My dad doesn't reply and I scoff. My mum meets my eyes and her eyes soften. She feels bad, I can tell but it's not her fault.
I leave his office and head to the fourth floor to cool off. I walk into the last room to find Daisy sitting on a chair.
"What are you doing here?" I ask, sitting on the couch.
She looks at me, her tone soft when she speaks. "Just relaxing. The party was a bit too stuffy."
"Why didn't you go home?"
"Flo and Adelaide wanted to me sleep over today."
Silence fills the room for 5 minutes until Daisy opens her mouth again.
"How are you feeling?"
I shrug. "Like human."
She sighs. "Tell me the truth."
I raise my eyebrow. "The truth?"
"Always the truth."
I take a deep breath. "I'm pissed. I thought I would be choosing my bride. Now I have to spend the rest of my life with someone I don't like."
Daisy looks at me in understanding. A moment of silence passes. I scan Daisy's face as she looks at one of the paintings on the wall. She looks tired and ready to sleep any moment. Despite the tiredness, she looks pretty. She always has been pretty. Since childhood. Even when she was annoying the crap out of me.
"I don't think it's going to be that bad," she finally says. "I mean, she was looking at you like you hung the moon so I'm pretty sure she fell in love with you. You can try to like her."
"You were looking at me?" I ask, trying hard not to smile.
"Ye- Wait- What?" She asks, looking flustered.
I chuckle at her reacting, enjoying the moment of distraction from my troubles. "You just said she was looking at me like I hung the moon. So, were you looking at me?"
"I- No. I mean, I was looking around and saw it. Not everything I do is related to you." She says while rolling her eyes but I catch the slight blush on her cheeks.
I nod my head, amused. "Of course, Daisy hates my guts."
She smiles. "Exactly. I hate your guts."
We smile at each other.
"Why did we ever hate each other?" I ask.
Suddenly, Daisy turns serious. "YOU ANNOYED ME SO MUCH! YOU WOULD STEAL MY CANDY, HIDE MY TOYS AND PULL MY PIGTAILS ALL THE TIME."
I smirk. "Not like you were innocent."
"WHAT," Daisy exclaims. "I only annoyed you back because you tortured me first."
"Torture is a bit extreme, don't you think?"
She shrugs. "That's how little me felt, Louis."
I hold out my hand towards her. She looks at it confused.
"Truce? We can try to be friends."
Daisy smiles at that. "What if I murder you in your sleep when I think of avenging my younger self?"
"I might have to haunt you, sweetheart," I say, smiling.
She shakes my hand. Suddenly, she gets up.
Daisy looks at me, looking apologetic. "I have to go. Florence and Adelaide might have search parties looking for me." She bids me goodbye and leaves the room, leaving me alone.
I sigh and look up at the ceiling.
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Daisy
I slip into Florence's room to see her removing her makeup.
She turns to look at me. "Where were you?"
"I was just at the floor fourth," I say, removing my heels.
She shakes her head at me. "You and Louis have a weird obsession with that floor. What's so special about it?"
I shrug. "I don't know. It's just so mesmerizing."
Florence just nods. "Oh by the way, get dressed into something comfy. Adelaide will join us soon to watch Gossip Girl."
I slip into her walk in closet and pick out something comfy to wear. I come out and show her the shirt.
"One day, I'm going to steal this back."
Florence groans. "Don't. I love that shirt. It's so comfy."
"Buy one for yourself."
"I did!" She exclaims. "But for some reason, it doesn't feel the same."
I shake my head at her and go change in her bathroom. I stare at the mirror. I look dead. I'm going to look even more dead when I remove my makeup.
I come out and see Adelaide on Flo's bed.
"He's so annoying," Adelaide says. "I'm going to punch him if he doesn't stop being overprotective."
I sit down at Flo's vanity table and remove my makeup. "Who's annoying?"
"Maxwell." Adelaide replies.
"What did your brother do?" I ask, wiping my eyes.
Adelaide suddenly sits up. "Connor asked me to dance. Finally, you know. But you what happens next? Max tells Connor that I'm a bad dancer and he doesn't want him injured and that Max will dance in his honour. I swear to god, he won't even let a single boy look at me."
I chuckle. Max is very protective over his sisters so its not surprise that he didn't let Adelaide's crush dance with her.
I throw the cotton pad in the dustbin and make my way to the bed. I lay beside Florence as Adelaide sets up Gossip Girl. She switches off the light and gets into the bed.
