Footsteps resound throughout the hall. The wallpaper and windows that surround her feel foreign yet familiar, like a false sense of home. She rounds the corner getting closer to her destination. She has made up her mind; she's not beating around the bush anymore. She stops before the finely carved door and looks out the opposite window, the trees outside look beautiful and refreshing, springs about to end, summer has brought forward it's harsh suns to show its self. The last time she saw her homely castle was at the beginning of winter, even though winter has long ended she still feels cold inside. She breaths in, then she knocks, "Come in." she breaths out before entering.
She walks into the library, the sight that greets her is pleasant to an extent. A large expanse of books galore, she'd read them but the only comfortable scenery is the garden, even there she still has no peace, her mother-in-law pestering her about her lack of child. Then her eyes land on him, the broody figure seated on a mint green coloured recliner; her husband, Prince Jonathan himself. His orange hair framing his face wonderfully, cobalt blue eyes that seem to read ones very soul. But that's a lie, and she knows it. "I came here to discuss something." She speaks, "If it's about the marriage you already know the answer." He replies his eyes never leaving the book he's reading, "I believe you should rethink-" she's cut off by his firm answer, "No!" "But why not? Are you so much of a people's pleaser that you can't answer this one request?" the air in the room is tense. "You're asking me to nullify our marriage, do you know what that will do to my reputation?" "Do you know what this marriage is doing to my mental health?" He sighs. "Your mother keeps pestering me about her grandchild when we can barely even sleep in the same room together." "Woman why do you disturb me?" He replies coldly, "And don't think I don't know about her." "Who?" "Eliz." His eyes shoot up from his book towards her, worry and concern flash over his face before he covers it up, but she saw it. "I don't-" "I'm not a redundant idiot if that's what you take me for. The servants talk and I hear them, loud and clear." "She's nothing to worry about." He attempts to assure her, but she's not believing in his lies anymore. "The words you speak from your mouth are fouler than yesterday's trash." And with that she walked away.
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Loathe or Love?
مغامرةA prince is forced into arranged marriage for his fathers approval although he longs for another. But something happens that shocks him. Will he take the chance to chase his love, or reflect on this mistakes? Read and find out.
