Disdain Notice (Editing In Process)

Chapter Twenty-Nine ~ Ripped

I cried my heart out that night. I skipped dinner that night. I blamed my absence on the tiredness. This was what I tired so hard to keep from happening. I had fallen in love with the prince and I shouldn't have, he and I couldn't be together. I sniffed. It was better that way. It was better that it happened now than later. But I was stupid, I let myself fall. I cried some more till I had fallen asleep.

The next morning, I woke up before everyone else and as usual my mother was awake as well, making breakfast. I sighed. She was making scrambled eggs and if it wasn't for Gabriel, we would have been eating porridge, like any other morning.

The thought of Gabriel just made me want to go back to my room and cry some more. I didn't. I stayed. The time to cry about him was over and it was time to forget and move on. My time in the castle was amazing. Everything was so big and beautiful and extravagant. The ball gowns, the balls, the mannerism, the lifestyle, they were amazing and different. Now that I was back in my old life, my own life, I could only remember my time there as a dream.

"Ezra?" my mother called. "Are you okay there?"

I snapped out of my thoughts and nodded. "Yes, I'm alright." I walked over to her, where she stood by the stove. "Smells good."

My mother smiled. "Gabriel really helped." I walked away from her side and sat down at the table, the new table that Gabriel most likely had given to us.

I only responded a single word: Yes.

One by one, my family woke up but before all of them sat at the table for breakfast, I was already out the door, ready to work. I had picked most of everything yesterday but there was still work left to do, mostly for a two week period. But work wasn't done after picking everything. We must upload everything we earned onto a wagon that the king will provide for us on the day of The Giving. The Giving, I supposed is self explanatory. We give all of the crops we picked before winter, to the royals.

I picked more and more. My rags turning dirty with dirt and sweat by the hour. I was helping my brothers washing the crops and then when I went back to my usual post, the shadowy figure of Asher stood there waiting for me.

He had on a smug smile and I despised him. He nodded his head over to a tree across from me. I walked over to the tree but not without a look behind my back, to see if someone was seeing us. I made it to the tree and so did Asher.

I crossed my arms. "What do you want?"

He just smiled. "I'm just here to let you know that your performance yesterday was convincing." His smile got bigger. "Prince Gabriel is torn. Did you know that he didn't talk at all during dinner and breakfast today? Oh and that he has dark circles under his eyes or that he now had red eyes almost all the time?" My heart felt like it ripped in half, leaving sharp edges. "He has completely shut himself from the world, you know and it's all thanks to your performance!" He laughed. "Now like the queen herself will say, everything is back to normal."

I frowned. "No." I shook my head. "Everything is back to being the ruined up place it is! You're committing treason to your own king by sleeping with his wife and also you made Gabriel hate his own mother for what you two are doing!"

"So?" He shrugged. "What could a peasant like you do?"

I looked around and shrugged then met his gaze. "I made the prince fall in love with me."

He shook his head. "I don't know what he could see in you, you're not very impressive."

I shrugged. "Your thoughts don't matter to me, Asher. No thought from a terrible man could matter to me."

He bared his teeth and stepped forward, his good mood flying away. "Forget what you think! Your thoughts don't matter! You're an inferior, the lowest of them all."