Damned Pure-blood Royals [Book #2 of the Damned Series; Completed]

Marked for death...again.

     Ash looked at me questioningly. I shook my head, smiling lightly to deter (oh big word, this royal shtuff is annoying (taking hold again); I wish I could remain a commoner) his worry. I sighed. I'll have to re-integrate to the way of life I was born into and grew up with. It was all in the back of my mind, and now it's coming forward again. The carefully speech, planned words, actions like bowing and kneeling. I've never been a fan because it reminds me that I'm above everyone else, making me an outcast. Some want to be me, others want me dead. It's all the wrong attention, because no one actually sees me. They just see the all-powerful princess.

     Even as a child, my words were rare and spaced out. I was the model princess, never acting out, never breaking a rule. Back then I had a title to live up to, and now I have it again. I was slowly recovering, getting the strength to take rule. Getting used to what I'll have to put up with. But still, this is all much too fast.

     "Oh! I remember now!" Josiah said. He briskly walked over to Ash and handed him something. I didn't see what. Shock passed over his face before he smiled, nodding a thanks before slipping whatever it was into his pocket. I looked at him questioningly, but he just shrugged. "Oh and a bit of advice? If I may, of course, you're both royal and crowned I guess wait how does-"

     "You're rambling. Get on with it." Ash said curtly.

     "Yes, anyway, there's a gala scheduled from a week from now. All the nobles and royals, even from the farthest of reaches, are attending. You all will have to plot something to keep this a secret, as you're parents know who she is and if Klaus speaks the truth, Juliet's days may be ending quite soon." Jordan said solemnly. I stiffened. No wonder this is news, if the rumor is true then I'm to die before the week's end.

     Ash went a little pale and turned to me, fear in his eyes. He can't lose me again. I smiled, shrugging. I brushed it off like it was nothing, pushing down the fear and worry. I can't let him see that I'm terrified, it'll only make it worse on him. It doesn't matter, what happens happens.

      "Juliet, what are we going to do?" He asked, his eyes betraying the hard exterior he set up. He's desperate and scared. I smiled lightly again, shrugging.

     I loved how he said my name, always have. He's got one of those British-royal accents, like all official. I mean, we all do. Mine's coming back, even after I'd thought I'd ditched it in my past. His was strong, prominent. It's all trained, practiced. We have to think about each word leaving our mouth, it's how we were raised to think. I mean, the crowned royals and higher-up pure-bloods, not so much nobles and such. It's mostly those with a crown, are going to inherit a crown, or is a backup for a crown. Just those with super-close ties to a crown of some sort. So...yea...blah blah ramble ramble.

     "Come on, be serious!" Ash said. I smiled, shaking my head. I tried to talk, but nothing came out. I closed my mouth, trying to focus on coming up with some sort of a plan. Unfortunately, focusing is not my strong suit.

     Should I just crash the gala and be like "Hey! So yea, I'm Juliet, The princess you tried to kill. Yea thanks for that, but I'd like my throne back if you don't mind."? Yep. Nope. Bad idea, let's not. I have to survive until the gala anyway, and try my damnedest not to get anyone else killed in the process.