A Princess Named Harry

Chapter 48

Awkward and tense silence flooded the grounds. Harry was thinking hard. She had made a mental calendar and was trying to remember the date of her duel with Nathaniel. She couldn't help but ask in a quiet voice, "Is it really tomorrow?"

Kahil hesitated to answer her in a not-so-annoyed manner. "Yes, that's tomorrow."

It took a moment for it to all sink in, but when it finally did, she started to panic and said loudly, "Ah! I completely forgot! How could I forget such a thing? I've been training so hard for it too!"

Harry's rambling made Kahil lose his will to fight Varian. He put his sword away and walked over to her side. In an attempt to calm her down, he said, "It's fine if you forgot, just go back inside."

Harry looked up at him with saddened eyes. She didn't try to respond. She just picked up her parasol and headed back toward her room.

"Wait," Kahil called tirelessly.

In response, she stopped, turned around, and looked back at him.

"Leave your parasol with me."

Harry looked down at it. She was going to ask why, but before she could, Kahil answered her question for her. "It's dirty now. You can't bring that into the palace with you."

Indeed, the once pretty pure white fabric was now mostly brown and stained with dirt. Harry saw it but was still reluctant to hand it over to him.

"Once you're back inside, have Hubert treat your wounds." Kahil paused and looked back at Varian. "Actually, have him treat you since it's technically his fault in the first place."

Varian's eyes instantly darted over at Kahil. "Your Highness, if I may speak freely." His voice was dark and grim. "It's clear that you don't like me being around the princess, so why do you want me to go with her highness and administer first aid myself?" He wondered what the prince's angle was.

Kahil, much to everyone's surprise, turned to Varian with a beaming smile on his face. "Well, as I said before since you are the reason why Harry got injured in the first place, you should take responsibility and treat her properly. It's the least you could do." His smile seemed to grow after he finished his sentence.

Varian and Harry both exchanged confused looks with each other.

"Now go on."

Harry stared at Kahil to see if he was going to change his mind. "Then," she started nervously. "Shall we go?"

Varian looked over at Kahil with the same thought in mind as Harry. "Uh, yeah," he answered.

The two of them unsteadily walked away. Kahil kept his smile until they were completely out of sight.

"Here," he said as he tossed Harry's parasol at the knights.

The one who caught it looked down at it and back at Kahil. "Isn't Your Highness going to have this cleaned?" he asked.

Kahil turned to the knight slowly. His demeanor had drastically changed. He was no longer smiling brightly. His face was now expressionless and cold. He gave him a stupid look and responded, "What? No. Not now that the trash has touched this-just throw it away."

The knight looked down at it and said worriedly, "But didn't the princess cherish this?" He sounded more confused and nervous than concerned and confident.

Kahil's response came quickly. "So? I'll buy her another one that's exactly like that one." He smiled, but it was nowhere near as kind as the one he had previously showed. Although, his smile from before seemed hollow. "Money is not an object for the royal family." He cocked his head to the side and added, "Or did you all forget that?"