The Warmonger's Runaway Princess

Chapter 6 **Jorne's POV**

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(Just as the title of the chapter states, this chapter is in Jorne's point of view.)

Relief flooded through me as I see the little brat of a servant help with the feathers in Lady May's garden.

I had been so eager to know that it was her that I demanded that Lady May was to get help from all the maids, just so I could be certain that the maid I had seen just an hour ago in the late Princess's quarter's, was really her! That it was really Oliver, the little brat...My Crowned Princess...My Queen!

From a distance I had not been sure, but now, seeing her just a few metres away, I was certain!

She hadn't died that day...It seemed instead...That she had runaway and had no intention of coming back to her real position!

Luckily, I had seen her, or I would still be thinking that the most interesting woman that I have ever met was still 'dead'!

I had to repeatedly tell myself that I had done the best I could to keep her safe, that what had apparently 'killed' her, had not been of anyone's doing and that I had been unable to stop it.

Having seen the motionless body of the 'Princess', with her face looking as though it had been eaten away, I honestly felt like my world had turned upside down!

I knew that I had been falling in love with her, that even though it had taken me a year to realize this fact, I started to feel that what we had promised to the little brat's father...May just be something that I was going to break!

It had been just the night before her so called 'death', that I realized that I was certain to break one particular promise!

Having her in my arms had been pure torture for me, wanting more as she had kissed me back!

When we had parted that night, I knew she was fighting herself, I just knew it!

I felt pride over knowing that I've somehow accomplished on carving myself into her heart somehow...But...I just had no idea upon how I've done it!

Oliver was taken by me, somehow, and I had been eager to try and get more of her attention, more of her responses! Perhaps find out what it was that touched her heart, so that I could repeat it and dig myself even deeper into her.

The next day, I had already gotten over what we had said to one another. It was strange how she continued to anger me and then I'd get over it like this, but I had no way to explain why it happened. I'd much prefer to go back to her and fight with her, then to continue to be angry...

I was wanting to make more of an advance, somehow, but it seemed like the biggest problem in my recent life!

...Only to find that body...

Those clothes were hers, that hair color...

Her face was totally unrecognizable, and I had been too shocked to think that she had become a maid and escaped the calamity!

It doesn't matter now, as she is right in front of me, but I still fear it...I don't want to go through those feelings again...

She was indeed a weakness that I could never let another take to get revenge on me. I just know that her potential death would probably make me accept being someone's puppet or not be able to put someone into prison when they belonged there!