The Lost Princess

Chapter 15

Hey, y'all. (Sorry, i'm a Tennessee girl over here! :p) If I don't get any feedback on this I'm gonna put this story on hold, because I can't tell if anyone likes it or not honestly. Anyway, short chapter but it starts all new drama! *dramatic music* xxx

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I keep having these dreams. It's kind of embarassing, actually.

For the past week or two, I've had these constant dreams of the unthinkable.

I was kissing Harry. 

I know, I know. But it felt so real, like my mind was tapping into something old and done already, you know? Despite the admittable feelings I kinda-sorta have for him, I already know he hates me, so my mind is basically trying to screw with me.

Another thing? Harry's been kind of....well, somber lately. He always looks at me with these somber eyes that I can't quite make out the reason behind. Sure, he'll hide it with a smile when it comes to our parents or anything, but I can still see it. Almost feel, it actually. It's usually only when I'm around as well. I walk into the dining hall for a snack, and he just stares at me with those eyes that make me want to bake him a smiley face cake or something.

I was telling him at dinner last night about how Mable had rigged my easel to fall on me, explaining why I was showing up to eat covered in paint with a cackling student-maid behind me. Due to her contagious laugh, I started cracking up as well as I looked in the mirror and noticing that I look horrifying. 

He cracked a small smile and just stared. It got so uncomfortable that I left dinner early, faking a headache. 

I just don't get it, I almost feel bad. No one should be so unhappy and I want to help and fix it, even though it's probably none of my buisness. It really only started the night after I slept-walked into his room....

Aw, shit.

I wonder if I said something I wasn't supposed to---sleep-talking, or something.

GOOD LORD, WAY TO GO, FRANKIE. TOP NOTCH.

Today I'm wearing a pale green sundress and white flip flops, topped with a white beaded bracelet and white lace headband. Simple elegance was always my thing, it suits me better.

I exit my room and head to the dining hall. I hear a door open behind me, but keep walking because of my growling stomach and the food waiting for me downstairs. 

"You look nice, princess." Says a voice.

I spin around to thank who I assume is a servant, when I'm greeted by Harry, standing pretty emotionless.

He's wearing a black v-neck shirt and black dress pants, along with some brown loafers. I do have to mention that this boy knows how to dress! And it suits him beautifully, I also must say. Insert wink here?

"Thank you, Harry, you look nice!" I say trying to put on a smile in hopes of cheering him up. He does in fact smile as soon as I do, but there's always still that little something hiding behind it.

"We have a Power's Meeting today, then breakfast. In case you didn't know?" he asks, coking an eyebrow and stuffing his hands in his pockets.

I shift my weight to one leg and play with my bracelet absentmindedly, staring at him with question. "Power's Meeting, what's that? My parents forgot to mention it."

"A meeting between both of the powers, our families. Just to discuss some royal matters shit." he says, waving his hand dismissivley. I chuckle at the fact that he cursed and he smiled.