Loving The Beast

Chapter 32. Meeting Them Pt. 2

Kinsley

After Regan spent what felt like an eternity trying to stop crying—about twenty minutes or so of sniffling, hiccupping, and muttering under her breath—I finally reached the point where I couldn't take it anymore. I knew I had to step in and set things straight, even if it felt like the situation was spiraling out of control.

"Alright, your majesties, I think it's time we clear this up. I'm not your long-lost princess. I know I must look like I could be, with all the similarities, but I promise you, I'm not her. I'm not sure what Bradley was thinking, bringing me down here and letting you get all excited about this. I can see how it could've been easy to make the mistake, but I'm just not the one you're looking for."

'Bradley I'm so gonna kill you!'

'Love you too boobear.'

I turned to grab his arm, eager to get out of there and put the whole situation behind us, but before I could even take a step, I was stopped.

"Wait, please don't go! I can prove that you're our daughter through a paternity test."

Bradley's grip tightened on my arm, pulling me back into his embrace, the warmth of his arms doing nothing to ease the frustration rising in me.

"Kinsley, why do you have to be so stubborn? You're the princess! One test won't kill you, and it'll finally tell us if these are your real parents."

I shook my head, the words feeling like they were suffocating me. "I'm not the princess! But I guess you're right."

I hesitated for a moment, weighing my options. If I took the test, it would either prove them wrong or give me some much-needed clarity. If they weren't my parents, at least I could move forward with the truth. But if they were, maybe it would finally explain why they seemed so convinced. Either way, it was a step toward figuring out what was really going on, even if I didn't want to admit it.

"Okay! Okay! One test," I relented, feeling my resolve cracking just a little.

The woman who had spoken earlier smiled, her eyes glimmering with a sense of relief. "Follow me, dear."

Without waiting for another word, she grabbed my arm and began gently but firmly leading me down a hallway. I glanced at Bradley, who followed us closely behind, still with that hopeful look in his eyes. We walked down the hall until we reached a door with a large white sign that read 'Infirmary.' The sterile smell of antiseptic hit me as the door creaked open, and inside, I saw a woman in a white coat with long, blonde hair, standing near a counter. She turned to us with a practiced smile.

"Hello, your majesty. What can I do for you today?" she asked, her voice sweet but professional.

"A paternity test needs to be conducted... please."

Daniel and Bradley walked in behind us, their presence adding to the already tense atmosphere.

The doctor raised an eyebrow, looking between all of us. "Okay, and who's getting the test?" she asked, her tone still calm.

"Us three," Regan said, gesturing to herself, Daniel, and me.

"Alright, please take a seat right here," she instructed, pointing to a chair in the corner.

I walked over and sat down, trying to ignore the nervous flutter in my stomach. The doctor moved with precision, taking a mouth swab, a few hair samples, and blood from my arm. It felt invasive but necessary. She repeated the process for Daniel and Regan, all of us silently enduring the discomfort.

"Okay, I'll have your results in two to three days," the doctor said as she finished.

"Thank you, Doctor," I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

We left the infirmary and headed downstairs in silence.

"Bradley, it's time to go," I said, ready to leave.

"Please, don't go," Daniel said, finally speaking up. "At least stay until the test comes back. We'd love to have you."

"I don't want to feel like a burden to you guys," I said, my words slipping out sheepishly.

"You won't be a burden at all! Don't be silly," Regan reassured me, a warm smile on his face.

I hesitated before nodding. "I guess, as long as it's not a problem, just let us go get our stuff from the truck."

The woman simply nodded, and we made our way outside. The cool air hit me as we stepped into the daylight, and I couldn't help but take a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves before heading to the truck.

"Bradley, this is all your fault!"  snapped, feeling the frustration bubbling up.

"What? I'm just trying to help you!" he protested, looking confused.

"Yeah, well, sometimes I don't need help," I shot back, my irritation flaring.

"Come on, Kinsley. Don't be like that."

"Yeah, whatever." I turned away, grabbing my bag from the trunk, not willing to let the argument drag on any longer.

We walked back inside, and a random man was waiting for us. 

"My name is Gerald, and their majesties have decided to rest up before dinner," he introduced himself with a polite nod. He glanced down at his watch, then looked back up at us. "Please follow me to your rooms, and then I'll take you on a tour of the castle," he added, his tone calm and professional.

He led us through a few turns, then we entered a long, high-ceilinged hallway. The walls were lined with doors, each one grand and imposing.

"Sir, your room is to the right," He said, gesturing toward one side of the hall, "and Ma'am, yours is to the left."

I glanced at Bradley, who gave me a look that clearly said, We're not done talking, but I didn't have the energy for another round right now. 

The room had dark blue walls, and the bed looked incredibly inviting with its silky smooth sheets. In the corner, there was a vanity, and a TV sat on top of a dresser at the end of the bed. There was also a bathroom tucked into the corner of the room.

The maid showed us around the royal garden, pointed out where the kitchen and dining room were, and took us to both the indoor and outdoor pools. She also gave us a rundown of the areas we could and couldn't go.

After a while of walking, my feet started to ache and Bradley started to notice. 

"Kinsley, are you okay?"

"No, my feet hurt," I whined.

"Do you want me to carry you back to the room?"

I just nodded, and without a word, he picked me up, carrying me to my room. He gently tossed me onto the bed, then took off my shoes before removing his own. He settled beside me, and we both got comfortable. After a moment of silence, we decided to watch something, so he turned on Airplane Repo.

"Bradley, what if they really are my mother and father?"

"Well, you'd get to know them as people," he said, his tone steady.

"But I'm scared," I said, frustration slipping into my voice. "So much has happened, and I don't know if I can do this."

He kissed my forehead gently, his words comforting as he pulled me closer. 

"You can," he reassured me. "There's nothing to be afraid of. I'm right here with you."

After a while, being so close to Bradley made me feel a little better. We had always kept some distance between us, so having him this close was reassuring. Once we stopped talking, I began to feel my tension at ease. I drifted into a blissful dream, the worries of the world fading away with each passing moment.

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