𝓦𝓮 𝓒𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓗𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓘𝓽 𝓐𝓵𝓵 | Klaroline

𝟎𝟕. | 𝐋𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐲

Caroline Forbes was angry. In fact, she was furious about the way things had turned out in her life.

Right, maybe she shouldn't have made a scene and ended the girl's speechlovely counselor from your beloved country, but it was inevitable. Since I had found out about the other types ofservice that the woman offered to her father, Caroline could barely bear to look at her, feeling sick every time she remembered her discovery..

Apparently this should have been the last straw for his father, who finally seemed to have tired of issuing warnings and finally took action in the face of behavior that many referred to as spoiled. If that served anything, it was just to confirm to the blonde everything she had been believing in the last few months, ever since she found out about her father's involvement with that disgusting woman.

Neither she, her sister, nor her late mother deserved that, and the fact that her fatherseem have overcomeso good the loss of his wife only served to enrage Caroline. Although she looked like a volcano about to erupt on the outside, on the inside, the youngest Forbes' fragile heart was breaking at her father's indifference.

Camille, her sweet and exemplary older sister, even tried to argue against her enrollment in boarding school, but it was too late. William Forbes had finally gotten tired of his daughter's games, this time she would have to deal with the consequences of her actions and see that things went far beyond her navel.

Alreadydid Just over 2 weeks since she was "thrown" into that brick prison, she was ready to put a rope around her neck and jump out of her bedroom window. It would be a quicker deathmuch less painful than listening to the girls he shared the room with chatter all day long.

There was simply nothing there that attracted her: the classes were boring, the food was terrible, the girls were annoying, and the boys - with a few rare exceptions - were the most arrogant people she had ever seen in her life. She lost count of how many people have tried to approach her looking for something more and failed miserably, only getting the good oldwhether.

And if the gossip in the halls is right, they had a kind ofleader which was likeking of assholes, from what she heard. If memory serves, his name should be something like Nicholas Michels or something like that, which was everything she abhorred most: egocentric, bully, asshole, paranoid and everything that is worst in princes. Once during class, she heard the girls behind herI would whisper among themselves whether by that time he would already know about her, and how long it would take for him to approach her, playing his role of"king of school" and placing thenewbiein its dueplace.

Now it was after 3 am and she couldn't fall asleep at all. The silence that hovered and blew in those hills was deafening for Caroline, who was used to sleeping with the noise of the streets and the castle. Deciding to find something that could help her sleep, she sneakily leaves the room heading towards the kitchen, taking great care not to be caught.

Fortunately he had a good sense of direction and it didn't take long to reach his destination. However, instead of finding something to help her fall asleep, she almost screamed out of the cinema when she was approached by a deep voice behind her. Eagerly, the mysterious man shut her lips with one hand before any sound could escape them, while with the other he pulled her against his chest - a wall of hard muscles.

- Shiuuuu, okay, okay. You are safe.

His words, despite being strangely comforting, didn't make her heart rate slow down. On the contrary, his accent so close to his ear with their bodies pressed together as they were only served to increase his nervousness.

A few moments passed with just the two of them like this: Together and in complete silence, enjoying the sensations that each other's mere presence caused to themselves. Behind him, when he returned to reality and was sure she wouldn't make a sound, he slowly released her lips and her waist from his firm grip, taking a step back to give her some space.