The Princess's Affection

Chapter Thirty- Eight

Bianca Shiola's POV

So, I ran out to the reception in search of my missing piece and found no one. And then I asked all those that were present, and they told me that she had left. I just fell to the ground and cried like a child because I was the cause. I felt guilty, like I had thrown an important piece of my life away just like that.

When I cried for a long time, I managed to get up and enter a cab home. As I got home, I didn't say anything to anyone else but just went into my room and locked the doors. I cried as I began checking whether her things were still here, and I found them present. I was filled with joy.

I cleaned up my eyes and began practicing the words that I would say to Alira when she arrived. I just kept reciting and repeating the words, and I was careful not to say anything that might make her leave. I was so scared of being abandoned by her because she meant so much more to me than anything in the world.

I knew that what she had done wasn't the right thing to do, but she did all that to protect me, if that meant someone getting killed. Everything about her drew me crazy like no other, and I couldn't spend a day without her in my life because she was everything that I wished to have.

So, I decided to wait a little bit longer, but I didn't know when I was asleep. The next day, I found myself covered in a blanket, and I knew that I didn't do that, except Alira had. I stood up, and I checked the wardrobes in the room to see whether or not she had left.

But when I did, I was met with disappointment, as she had packed up all her bags and left. Agitated and scared of being abandoned, I ran downstairs to check whether she was still present. And when I got downstairs, I saw that the car wasn't there, and when I asked my siblings, they told me that she had left early this morning.

On hearing this news, I fell down as tears fell from my eyes, and I couldn't believe that I had allowed myself to sleep and had woken up in the moment when she was here anymore. What was the need when my hopes were dashed into flames?

Feelings were becoming stronger than before; I just wanted to fuck everything off and start from that moment, when she had left me now, to myself and not us. I just didn't know where to start or even begin now that everything had happened, and the only solution to this was getting married to the man my mother had asked me to marry.

I had no choice and accepted it, as now I had no Alira with me and I was alone with myself. I stood up from the fall, took myself back to the room, and just laid on the bed, tears falling from my eyes. My mind is as blank as an empty board, and my eyes are as teary as an empty transparent water sheet with a deep hole.

I kept reminiscing about all the memories that we had shared and wished she had just opened up about them rather than hiding them until it got to this point. Who was I kidding when I knew that the end result would have been me leaving instantly and never looking back? How much I wished that this didn't happen, but what can I say now that my heart is broken again and floating like an empty cloud of rain?

Days passed as I couldn't eat with the empty space and void in my heart. My heart kept calling towards Princess, but she was nowhere to be found. I began thinking about her and even got to the point where I stopped crying for her to come back to me. I knew that the inevitable wouldn't ever happen.

My mother didn't care about how I felt but only cared about me getting married to the man that she thought was best for me. How could I, when my heart belonged to another and I kept calling for her to heal and merge those broken pieces together?

The marriage plans continued, despite me being uninterested. Mother kept taking me to my in-laws house, and I just had to fake the smile on my face to please them. I visited all the village elders, women, youths, and children of the noble community. And began learning more about the activities and roles of women contributing to the affairs of the village.

It was little, and I never wanted to be part of a village that felt that men were paramount to the world when I didn't want that for me and my sanity. I kept seeking a sign or something that could make me escape from this hellhole, which I call a marriage.

Finally, a day before marriage day. After my mother had used hours to advise me and make me see the picture of a perfect marriage, My mind was still somewhere else, and I just listened to whatever she was telling herself and not me. I am angry at the world, myself, and my mother for not being the responsible woman that I thought she was. I regretted everything and wished that she would take my place.

Heartbroken, tears were pouring down my eyes as I had to think of my life as a wife to a man that I didn't even know one bit about. Our parents thought that it was best that we didn't know much of each other until after marriage so as to build a strong family bond between us as husband and wife.

Asleep from crying, my door was being knocked on. As I went to check who it was, I found no one other than my siblings. I opened the door and asked them what they wanted, and they told me they wanted to help me get away from all this.

I can't bear to watch you suffer like this. It breaks our hearts to see that our big sister is in such pain when we can do something about it, as my sister had said. Our plans are to take you out of here before tomorrow morning, and there's a cab downstairs. We want you to have the love that I have always wished for you, and now that I have seen you unhappy, I am sorry for myself for being irresponsible.

But we promise you that we are going to stand by you despite our mother's anger towards us; we do not care. We are going to protect you just like you did to us all these years.

And I dressed as they helped me pack my bags and took them downstairs quietly. As we got in, the driver zoomed off, and as it drove, I looked at the house that had all the memories of my childhood, traumas, and happiness that made me who I am today.

I couldn't just believe that I had just run away with my siblings, who finally got fed up and left the house without looking back. I was afraid that my mother would do what she had done to me to them. And I found out that my brother was a bisexual man who dated both men and women.

I was happy for him as we hugged each other and slept with each other in our arms as the cab driver drove us farther away from the village into the city that I had lived in. And now, I didn't want to give up, as I wanted to go looking for her and finally confess my feelings to her, saying that I truly loved her and couldn't stay without her. Because she was my everything and nothing could keep us apart now, we finally left the house without looking back.