I walked to my room, passing the pictures of all past rulers on my way. I looked up at the painting of Micheal and Doll, my brother and his wife. They ruled this land before me. I remembered something that Micheal told me at my wedding. "I will be there for you, if and when he hurts you, I will get you through it all." He always said things like that, in a joking way though. He said that when he was drunk, drowsy, I highly doubted he'd remember it. But I took this statement to heart. Although he was drunk, I knew he meant it. But where was he now? When I really needed him, he left only a few days before. My brother, the person who practically raised me, for I have no good memories of my parents, had died four days before my divorce.
I began to weep, for when I looked at where my painting would be, they were removing the painting of me and Isaac, and replacing it with a painting of just me. And, for but only a moment, I had the sensation that this was all in my head. Was this just a dream? More of a nightmare. But as I looked down at my feet, the feeling faded. And I entered my room. I layed on my bed and continued to cry, until I found myself falling into a deep slumber.
When I awoke, I felt that my eyes had been wet. Was I crying in my sleep? I suppose so. It felt as if there was another person in the bed, did Villa climb into my bed? I looked over at the supposed person.
"Isaac?"
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No Longer A Bride (book 2 of A Princes Groom)
RomanceCarter and Isaac split, still knowing that they love each other. They find themselves trapped in a sort of dream world, where they are still together and living happily ever after. But something is off, it's all fake.
