Chapter Seven

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Anamaria

"Anamaria? Are you lost?" Princess Erin raised her eyebrows then turn to the direction I was looking at. She turned back to me and rolled her eyes.

"Why are you looking at the Ravernican?" She asked. I narrowed my eyes at her. Ravernican?

"He's a Ravernican? I thought he was a farmer's son." I said, perplex.

Princess Eleanor raised her eyebrows, "there's a lot of thing you don't know." She said. "Does he look like a farmer's son to you? That's Prince Garrett of Ravernica."

My heart dropped. My Garrett is the Prince Garrett. That's why Anabeth was mad at me. He lied to me. Never have I know I was tricked by a Ravernican.

I didn't take my eyes off him. It got to the point where his eyes caught mine. He hesitated and put his drink down. Princess Pamina and Prince Harper were talking about the magic show while the two princess went back dancing. Anabeth was talking to Kyle about ways to improve your fencing skills.

I quickly walked away without them noticing. I locked myself in a bathroom as I see water dripping from my eyes. Could this ball get even worse?

It's been a while since I'm in here. I decided to get some fresh air. I wipe my tears away. Good thing I didn't wear any eyeliner.

I asked a butler for a direction to the palace's garden. Chadwick garden was beautiful and each flower was covered in glitter.

The atmosphere was beautiful. The moon illuminated perfectly with the stars. I sat on the bench to connect each stars. Until...

"Anamaria," the voice I never wanted to hear said from behind.

I closed my eyes not wanting to talk right now. "Please let me be alone, your highness." I can feel my heart slowly tears apart as if I'm being stabbed in the heart.

"I need to explain. I know I lied and I know you found out. Please let me clear everything and I'll make it up to you if you still want to see me again or not." He sat next to me and wipe a tear drop from my face. I didn't know I was crying.

He look at the atmosphere before speaking, "it's true. I am a Ravernican. That day at the market, when we both met. I was flirting with the girls because I want to know all the secret from Drysdale and send the news to my kingdom and prepare for the attack. I was dressed in rag so people wouldn't noticed me because I don't look like a Drysdalen.

Then, you thought I was a peasant and you asked me for the direction to the eggs shop. I told you I just moved here because I don't know anything about the market or anything in Drysdale. I'm from Ravernica. I did lied about almost everything. I'm sorry. I want to get to know you better because you were different from any girls I ever met. I didn't leave Drysdale yet. I was about to leave one day until I saw you again
at the town. I asked you to meet me at midnight, at the back of the castle near the mountain. I want to be friend and get to know each other better.

When I found out that you were the heiress of the Kingsley, I was shocked. I still didn't want to scared you away. I want thing to change between our kingdom, I want friendship from you. Last night, after you left....your sister approached me and asked me for my explanation and I told your sister that I...." Before he can speak, I cut him off.

"You highness, I think it's best if we stay away from each other from now on." I said firmly trying to be serious. I stopped crying but I was emotional, sad and hurt. He used me. He want friendship because he want to use me to get secret out of Drysdale.

He look disappointed."Anamaria-" I curtsy to him before making my way out of the garden. "Good night, your highness." I said as I walked away.

"Anamaria! Wait!" I can hear his voice shout behind me. I went inside the palace followed by Prince Garrett.

"Ana-" Before he can speak. A voice called him. "Brother, where were you?" The Prince of Lancaster asked. I've seen him before at the Duchess of Bavaria's wedding. Prince Garrett glance at me with pleasing face before he walked away with his brother. My life is ruined. My heart is slowly tearing...

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