Once I opened the doors of the training room my soul left my body. The whole room was staring at me and Noah. Was it that noticeable? Sure his hair and mine was a bit ragged but we'd run here and I was holding his hand. Shit! I dropped it instantly and ran over to Zion. "Sorry I'm late I got lost and Noah found me, we ran here but apparently not fast enough." I told him.
When I looked up I realised that Mr Moon was staring at me, " Sorry I'm late I got lost and Noah found me, we ran here but apparently not fast enough." I told the professor. Spitting back the excuse I had told Zion like a parrot.
"Run five laps, the both of you." The professor ordered. Our punishment I suppose.
"It's not exactly alone time but it's close." Noah whispered. His breath was hot against the back of my neck. A deep longing for his love tugged at me and a desire to be near him all the time clawed at my insides. Is this what it feels like to be in love?
The laps went by pretty fast with Noah urging me on. I needed his approval. It was a competition but not like the last time I was here, this time I wanted him to see me and appreciate me.
"Now join in with the rest of the class, Noah I want to speak with you." Mr Moon's demanding voice brought me back from my daydreaming once again.
"So you and Noah?" A girl asked me.
"Isn't that like cheating?" Another girl asked me, probably the other's minion or something.
"No I just got lost he helped me find my way." I said it with such confidence, in order to persuade other people I had to be able to persuade myself.
"Didn't seem like it." The third girl said.
"Yeah, you were holding hands." This time is was minion number one.
"You must have been imagining it." I said it so simply, so confident. That is how I had to act. Just deny deny deny.
"I saw it too." The second minion said.
Uhh they were getting on my nerves. "I don't know what your talking about." Would they just leave me alone already.
Their leader huffed and stalked away sassily, I didn't like her. I went back to Zion and asked him what we were doing so he could help me as I'm new to things. Also to make him feel more powerful; which he was not!
He then went into a long and detailed explanation of everything I had to do and how my form should look; but I was only half paying attention as I couldn't stop staring at Noah, the way his eyelashes fluttered whenever he was anxious and the way his body curved, and his smile.
"So you ready to try?" Noah had finished his long passionate explanation and was now asking me to do it. One problem. I hadn't been paying attention; I had absolutely no clue what I was supposed to do but I had an idea.
"Oh Zion I'm so sorry, I know your just so perfect at this and your explanation was so detailed and helpful but I'm afraid I'm just not that good at this, maybe you could show me one more time. You do look awfully handsome when you do it or you could guide my body into the right position with your hands." As I said the last part I placed his hand on mine. Make him feel powerful, a trick as old as time. Make him feel special. Make him... only see you.
"Ok." He said. I mentally rolled my eyes, which one did he mean. I didn't know which I'd rather because his explanation was so boring but the second option felt like cheating against Noah. I know, I'm engaged to Zion but still. Noah was mine and I was Noah's.
So if you take this hand, he held it, and move it over here, he moved it. So he was combing the two options.
I went through training in kind of a haze; my memories of mine and Noah's encounter wizzing about my brain. The more I thought about it the weirder I felt. My duty or whatever told me I was wrong but my heart told me I was right. I was not born a princess, shouldn't I be able to choose who to love. It was, after all the only perk to being poor.
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After training we all went back to our rooms for the isolation. And there was another letter. First I grasped the other letters from their hiding place, then I flipped the mirror around to reveal my murder board. Then finally I opened the letter. This one was longer than the last, again and it had the same pristine white paper, the same writing, the same tattered envelope and the same golden seal.
It read:
My dear dear Maeve I see you've been trying to figure out who I am well I'll give you a little hint when one is trying to figure out who a murderer is or in my case someone who is giving justice, seeking revenge and giving protection; one must find out the motive. That is what I will give you. My motive Maeve is you.
Shock drowned me. I barely knew anyone here. Who? What? I stayed in that state for a while, unable to move. But once I finally could, I added my name under the word motive. My name.
A knock echoed on my door. Why did everyone want me? Panic rose like bile in my throat. I was surely going to get used to this routine by now. Flip the murder board, hide the box and sit innocently on my bed. "Yes?" I called playing with a stray strand of hair. Act innocent.
A snicker crept round the cracks of the door. Then it opened. The foot revealed itself first, a trainer - so probably not a royal then. Then a leg. The mystery person was wearing shorts and probably a male based on his physique so far. I'm going to go with he him pronouns as that is what he appeared to look like. His fingers gripped the edge of the door frame menacingly. Shit.
Finally his face appeared around the edge of the door. He had a malicious smile plastered across it and wouldn't stop laughing. I knew I was in trouble. Why else would he be here? I gulped. "Yes?" One word, try to keep your answers simple, if you ramble then you could say something offensive that makes you look guilty; then you'll definitely get beaten to a pulp.
"Do you know why I'm here." He asked. His voice was full of hate and I could see a thirst for blood that had awoke in his eyes.
"I can guess." The fear in my voice was plain as day, it stood out like a tree in a barren field. I hated it. I was a princess. I was the future queen. Not. Weak.
"I can tell your scared and good." He snickered. I began to take deep breaths, just in and out.
"Well you must be mistaken." That was too many words, I could've messed up. I needed to speak in shorter sentences that way I couldn't make myself look guilty.
"What just like you weren't scared of the consequences when you killed my sister." He retorted, the anger building up inside him, so freely shown that anyone who walked in could tell he wanted me dead. Just like his sister I suppose.
"I didn't kill her." Deny deny deny and keep it short please.
"Yes you did." He took a step towards me. And another. He licked his lips. "Oh Maeve you do realise that there are consequences to your actions."
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Wilting Rose
FantasíaMaeve was born in the countryside; she had a loving family and a plan for the future. She was going to take over their farm and animals but that plan changed. Due to some complications Maeve is now an orphan and betrothed to the heir to the throne...
