Anamaria

Chapter Eleven

Anamaria

"Anamaria, I don't believe in love anymore." She said softly.

I lean into her to give her a hug. A big smile appear in her face. I'm glad I am able to help her feel better.

From all these years, I've always wanted a groom, a family of my own and my very own lover. The person I wanted to spend my life with. Could I be wrong about love? Could it be just a silly feeling that everyone experienced in their life and lost it?

"We better get going," she said and wiping away her tears. We started walking for a few seconds until someone approach behind us.

"Oh, you're here! I was looking for you." The person was Teresa. Even if I wasn't Beth, I could feel the hurt in her. I don't exactly hate Teresa. She haven't done anything to me. I can't just hate someone because they did this to someone. I just lost Teresa's trust. That's it.

I know exactly how it felt being betrayed by your very own best friend. I remembered it, even know it was like ten years ago. I remembered everything.

I have to thank Prince Harper for making me stronger. I am not a toy to anyone and I'm not going to let anyone fool me around.

The smell of smoke was coming from distance and I could hear the people dancing, screaming and partying.

I walk in the village festival and my eyes caught Prince Lucifer. He came toward us and I thought he wanted to talk to me, but no. He came to hug Teresa who was blushing like a nervous ugly lady who never been hugged. Oh, Anamaria. Why are you so mean?

The story that Beth had told me kept reminding bad thing about Teresa. It only happened once. I don't feel comfortable around Teresa now. I don't like the idea of Prince Lucifer crushing on her. He may be my rival but I am a human after all. I have a feeling and kindness too. I want the best for him, not a women who is trying to play him.

Teresa interrupted my thought, "your highness." She curtsy before speaking, "I've moved your stuff to the prince's cabin. If you need anything I'll be there. Do you want anything to drink?" She asked, I shook my head no.

Prince Garrett came up to me and the crowds applauded loudly.

"Congratulation! Your highness!" One man yelled to the Prince. The Prince held up his hand causing everyone to break in silence.

'Thank you,' I mouth him. Instead of saying 'you're welcome' he smirk at me.

"Listen up everyone," the Prince yelled. "I would like to thank everyone," he said looking at me, "for throwing a fest for my beautiful wife and I." With that he wrapped his arm around my waist. I fake a smile at the applauding crowds and gave the prince a death glare.

The left of my eyes caught Prince Lucifer kissing Teresa on the cheek and she blush. Why does it have to be her? Why can't it be Bethany?

I glare at the Prince, actually-my fake husband who was giving me a mischievous smile. I take his hand in mine and squeeze it real hard that he moan in pain.

"What are they doing?" I heard a voice said.

"I wonder when's the Royal Baby is going to be born..." With that, I slap the prince's hand and leave the fest.

"Anamaria! Come back, you haven't eat yet." Although it's true that I'm kind of hungry but I'm not going to eat it.

A muscular arm pulled me from behind and I fell on top of the prince. "Ouch!" He yelled and I covered my mouth to prevent me from screaming.

I sat next to him and try to pull him off the ground. "Are you okay?" I asked him.

"Do I look okay to you, Anamaria?" He asked showing me blood dripping from his left arm.

I was speechless, "how did-" Before I finish speaking, he point to a broken wood on the ground. I pull him up from the ground and I was off - balance. I was about to trip until Prince Garrett catch me causing him to bleed more.

"I kinda like getting hurt. " Prince Garrett said smirking at me while I wipe away his blood with handkerchief and medicine. I press hard into his wounded arms. He yelp. "Anamaria," he said, "are you trying to kill me?"

"That would be great if you were actually murdered." I said not meaning it. No, if he died, I would be lifeless.

"That's hurtful," he mocked putting a hand on his chest.

"That's not even hurtful compare what you did to me," I muttered.

He look at me before blurt out laughing. What's so funny? "Are you nervous to sleep with me?" I made a disgusted face.

"Ew no!" I yelled out loud.

"That's alright sweetheart," he said and I threw a handkerchief at him.

"I am not your sweetheart! I am not your wife! You lied to the villagers."

"Oh, so you want me to tell them the truth, that you're a Drydalen? You clearly look nothing like a Ravernican or Lancastern. They think you're a princess from another kingdom."

"I-" I was about to argue back but my mouth froze. He has a point. I look nothing like a Ravernican or Lancastern. But I do not look anything like a princess.

"You should thanks me one day," he smirk and lay down on the mattress.

I watched him as if I was about to murder him. "Anamaria, are you coming?" He asked and I raised my eyebrows.

"I'll sleep on the floor, there's no way I'm sharing a bed with you." I said harshly, I didn't mean it. It would be nice sharing the bed with-oh Anamaria what are you saying?

He look irritated, "are you coming or not?" I shook my head and that caused him to come toward me. I step back every step he came toward me. I was leaning against the wall and about to run out of the cabin but he sweep my feet off the floor. I protested for him to put me down. He dropped me on the mattress and hovered on top of me. His face was leaning toward mine.

I thought he was going to pull away but he never did. Our lip was a few centimeters apart until a loud knock interrupted us. I pushed him away, realizing what's happening.

Two guards open the door without permission. "Your highness, there's been a murder."

I push him off me and my cheek flushed in embarrassment. The two guards look at each other and bow.

"We didn't mean to interrupt-" The first guard start to speak but the Prince cut him off.

"I would like to know more about the murder."

The guards nodded, "The Eastain has killed Duchess Kaitlyn."

Anamaria