The Mirror

I wanna relate to the HAPPY love songs

~Spoiler alert: I hate Glacia. If I were in Alura's place and I had magic powers... let's just say things would have ended very differently for her~

I would positively never understand Alura Cotare.

I mean, really, no one had ever gotten mad at me for kissing them before. Especially considering that she kissed me first, that time she wished to upset her friend. She truly was an arrogant sort of girl.

"You rang, Your Highness?" The servant girl, Glacia, curtsied at me. She really was quite fetching. Her long brown hair contrasted against the green of her livery, which brought out vivid green eyes.

"Yes, I was going to ask for some coiurets, but Kinheal Alura has decided she has tired of my company. Walk with me." I had her accompany me to my room, then asked her to fetch me the strongest elixyr in our stores.

I needed a proper drink.

Whilst waiting, I removed my cloak and overshirt and left my undershirt partly buttoned. My room was far too heated for absolutely no reason. "Who lit my bloody fireplace?" I muttered to myself.

"I have your elixyr, my lord," Glacia said as she came in with a bottle in hand and fetched a glass from the cabinet in my sitting room.

She pulled me onto the couch with her as I downed the glass she handed me, and took a sip of a glass she had poured for herself, then I downed hers too. A few minutes later, the world was spinning and I could hardly think.

"Come, let's get you to bed, Your Highness."

I muttered something like "Ymuhm" and let her help me into my bed before the world went black.

***POV CHANGE***

"Willimin?" I knocked at his door the next morning. "Willimin?" I pulled on the handle to find that it was unlocked. I didn't hear any reply as I took a step into his sitting room, but I began to hear voices. "Are you in there?" Was he talking to someone in here, before breakfast? "I wanted to apologise for last night. I'm sorry that I ran off like that and–" I had taken a few steps and was in his bedroom.

"Alura, what're you doing in here?" He asked, looking up, his face turning absolutely red. There he was in his bed, with some girl. He was literally in bed with some girl. After everything he said. I– I was so angry I couldn't believe that I had fallen for his stupid stupid lies, that I believed that the 'Prince of Women' could actually be a decent guy.

"I–" I choked on my words as I turned and ran out of his room and back to mine. The hallway melted into itself as I ran and got to my room. I slammed the door and locked it as fast as I possibly could.

"Is everything all right, Kinheal?" Aril asked me, clearly surprised that I was already back in my room.

"No. Arrange some riding clothes for me. Now."

"Of course, Your Highness."

A knock came at the door. "Alura? Please let me in and let me explain."

"No, you're a liar, Willimin Cairlisle du Auranti. A liar," I snapped, unsure why I was so upset. It wasn't as if I cared about who he was with. "Leave me alone."

"Very well." I felt him step away from the door. "But you will marry me, Alura Cotare, no matter what you think I have done."

I pulled the door open just long enough to look in his eyes. "Go to hell."

Aril arranged my clothes and helped me dress, partly because it was her job and partly because I could barely function. I was honestly just in shock. I mean, I didn't care about him enough to be heartbroken or anything, but I most certainly felt lied to.