The Betrayal

Happy Birthday to me!- David's POV

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Yesterday was my birthday so here's an update for all you lovely people out there. And I thought the title of this chapter, although unrelated to the content of the book, would be comical. Lol. Yes I know, must work on my sense of humor ;)

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Happy birthday to me!

David's POV.

I drowned another scotch down and signaled Dimetri, my personal guard to fetch me another scotch neat.

Why does she never listen to me? I drowned the other drink he got. "Get me the damn bottle." I said, tired of waiting for him. She was socializing in the worst possible way, she didn't know it yet but she was portraying an out of control party girl image to the people around her even though I had told her to be careful. I could only imagine the headlines tomorrow.

The men surrounding me exchanged weary glances, but after the day I had, I should be allowed as many drinks as I want. Considering I'm the Crown Prince no one can really do anything about it let alone the men from my security detail.

My mind wandered back to the incident that took place earlier. Someone had delivered a parcel at the castle. It had the second wedding dress that Keisha had ordered. It arrived the same way the first one had, with blood smeared over it. Clearly someone had some reservations about my fiancé. Nowadays it seemed everyone opposed everything I did. It was something I wasn't used to but a pleasant challenge. It would've been more entertaining if it hadn't come in this time when we were in a state of war with the hunters. It wasn't a question of who would come out on top, we always won as we were superior to mankind which they failed to grasp or thought of us as a threat, the real question was; at what expense?

I sometimes wondered if nominating Keisha had been a politically correct move, she certainly didn't have what it took to be a Queen and she wasn't gaining popularity within my people. And who cries over a ruined wedding dress? It's not like she's paying for it. It may as well have saved the added stress. I needed to focus on the war at hand. But Grandpa Christian had asked me to consider Keisha and since I really didn't care who I marry, I decided to go for her.

Despite putting on a strong front at the inauguration ceremony, I couldn't help but feel heartbroken at the stunt Elizabeth pulled after everything that I had done for her. I knew she felt terrible afterwards and it was partly me and my kiss's fault that she was in such a bad mood. But I just couldn't help it-

I was brought out from my thoughts by Keisha, who placed her hand on my knee and I just lightly shoved it away, not in the mood to put on the performance of the ever loving fiancé. So what if we were in public? I wasn't going to keep the façade up for centuries anyway.

She sensed my mood but decided to say what was on her mind anyway. I tried to concentrate on what she was saying but I had an old habit of tuning her out.

She kept talking and then shook my leg a little. "Are you listening to me?"

"I need another bottle of scotch to listen to you, are you going to start whining again?" I murmured to her.

She looked taken aback, not used to my insulting tone and tears came into her eyes. "I... Excuse me?"

I sighed. Perhaps I had been a little meaner than I needed to be so I shook my head and said "What were you saying?" plus who can deal with crying women?