The Swan Princess & The Swan Princess 2

Chapter Four

(Necklace in the pic)

Chapter Four:

{Grant's POV}

"NO, you know it's true! We have till I am nineteen to decide otherwise, and until you buck up the courage to ask me, I will see whoever I want. Whether my father cares or not. You've pushed me to my limits. You emotionally, and physically hurt me all the time, so if I meet someone who won't I will act upon it! And don't call me Liv." Her words truly hit me in the heart.

Mother really wasn't kidding when she said that I did make her cry...I mean I was awful to her. But it wasn't until that moment that I realized just how mean. I had always called her such crude names, always pushed her around.

I should have known it was only a matter of times were it would really damage her, and damage her it did. I didn't even know I was still in that position, shocked at what she revealed, when I heard Brandin behind me.

"That was splendid Grant!" I turned around, an intense urge to sock him. "I know I messed up Brandin." I sighed realizing he was right.

"You should have known a long time ago that she would have said in once in her life." He said, looking me in the eyes. "What's that supposed to mean, Brandin?" He didn't reply. "Are you saying you knew of her feelings? And didn't tell me?" I spat at him.

I thought we were family!?

"You needed to figure it out for yourself. I figured it out when we were around fourteen. That's why I stopped hanging around with you two so much. And started my studies." I leaned against the cream pillars.

"How do I fix this? Help me cousin, I need your wisdom." Brandin pointed towards the stairs. "Go after her, tell her why you did such awful things to her. Tell her, now would be the time to admit the feelings we both know you have kept bottled up." And with that he walked away.

Yes, go get her...I should! Brilliant Brandin!

So I walked up the stairs, towards her room. The path almost as familiar as the back of my hand. Having nothing else to do as a little boy, I would taunted her till she reached the confines of her bedroom.

I really was awful...

"Alivia.." I knocked once. No answer. "Alivia." A second knock and no answer. I straightened my robes and knocked twice. "Alright, I understand if you don't want to talk to me...I wouldn't either. I just want you to know the reason I did such awful things to you..."

I rolled on the balls of my feet, my fists clammy and filled with perspiration. This is it...This is when you tell her you want to marry her.

"Alivia, I know it doesn't seem like it, but I really like you. Enough that I would be willing to give you my life and kingdom....I...want to ask you t-" "Prince Grant?" I turned towards the maid scurrying towards me.

"Yes?" I asked cautiously. How long has she been there? Oh lands, how much did she hear?

"Princess Alivia isn't here. She left an hour ago, down the servant's stairs." She muttered, wiping her hands on her apron, now clean from what looked like the soot from a fire.