MY ONE AND ONLY QUEEN

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 2, 𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞

The Prince's POV

I was about to ascend, my footsteps echoing in the hushed silence, when I noticed her.

A young woman, her back to me, was weeping softly, her shoulders shaking with sorrow.

She was about my age, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy.

My parents had been discussing marriage arrangements lately, and I knew my future wife would be visiting soon.

Could this be her? The woman I was destined to marry?

"Excuse me," I inquired politely, my voice a gentle murmur in the vast hall. "Are you alright?"

She slowly turned, and I was struck by the sight of her hazel eyes, pools of shimmering gold flecked with green.

They held a depth that belied her youthful features, a hint of sadness that tugged at my heartstrings.

"Don't look at me like that," she said, her voice a soft whisper, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"It's so embarrassing." She lowered her head and covered her eyes with her hands.

"Oh, my apologies," I said, my voice filled with genuine concern. "May I sit next to you?"

She nodded, and I took a seat beside her, the warmth of her presence a comforting contrast to the cold marble beneath us.

"Why are you crying, by the way?" I asked, my voice soft, my curiosity piqued.

"None of your business," she replied, her gaze fixed on the floor, her voice laced with a hint of bitterness.

She moved away, creating a big space between us.

"That's so rude of you to say that," I said gently, my voice laced with a hint of playful reprimand.

"Then, I'm sorry," she apologized immediately, her voice filled with remorse.

"It's alright," I said, reaching into my pocket and offering her my handkerchief. "Here you go."

She took it, her fingers brushing mine for a fleeting moment, sending a shiver down my spine. "Thanks," she murmured.

I watched as she dabbed at her eyes, then used it to stifle a sneeze. My handkerchief, I thought, was likely doomed.

"What's your name?" I asked, remembering the most important question.

"Amythyst Vivienne Pierce," she said, finally meeting my gaze.

"Ooh, are you a princess?" I asked, my voice laced with amusement.

"Yes, of course," she replied, her eyes widening. "Are you the prince my parents have been talking about? The one who's to be my future husband?"

"Yes, I believe so," I said, extending my hand. "Felix Warren Willows".

She accepted my hand, her touch sending a jolt of electricity through me.

Just then, a butler appeared, standing a respectful distance away.

He bowed low. "I apologize for interrupting, Your Highnesses, but Prince Felix, your father wishes to see you."

"Okay," I said, rising to my feet. "See you later, Princess."

"Wait!" she called out, her voice laced with urgency. "Please, let's act like we don't know each other. I don't want anyone else to know that I cried."

I understood her reasoning. If anyone found out we had met, they would inevitably ask how we knew each other.

Amy's POV

I guess my initial assumptions were wrong. I hadn't expected such a polite and considerate prince. Perhaps there was no need to worry after all.

Later, they called me to the meeting room.

"Princess, I'd like you to meet my son, Prince Felix," King Edgar said to me.

"Ah, yes, I me- I mean, nice to meet you, Prince Felix," I said, bowing, almost forgetting what I had said to him earlier.

"Have you two met before?" Queen Evangeline, his mother, asked us.

"No, Mother," Felix answered, his eyes meeting mine for a fleeting moment.

After some small talk, they suggested that we should get to know each other better.

To facilitate this, they proposed that I stay in their palace until the marriage. I agreed, as they assured me I could visit my family whenever I wished.

And, to be honest, Prince Felix didn't frighten me in the least.

For now, though, I wanted to return home. I missed our home (palace), my own familiar surroundings.