That Royal Love Child

She Has A Crush

UNEDITED

FOREWORD

Once upon a time—about eighteen years ago—a waitress fell in love with a king at a state dinner, his wife was not present but he certainly was. He promised her the world and more, his little fling, even extended his stay. But, alas as all good things do, it came to an end. Forbidden romances. State dinners. Unforgettable escapades. However, all great things leave their irremovable mark and to this day they still couldn't get rid of me.

It's a pity though, I wouldn't have to be sitting on this God forsaken plane for twelve hours straight. I mean, couldn't they wait a week at least? I just graduated! Like literally thirty minutes before I got on this damned plane. I groaned and turned to look at Nicola who was seated snuggled up to Keller across the hallway from me. My half-sister—former badass who settled down with an overachiever slash crown prince of Bolous—and her boyfriend attended my graduation ceremony earlier today. I wasn't surprised when I saw them because I knew how supportive the two were of me especially after all the crap we've been through—if you call shutting down one of the most politically pertinent engagements of the decade 'crap'. Then I turned my attention to Kaito—the Japanese jackass of a body guard Nicola's parent got me as a 'congrats you graduated high school now you have to take over a monarchy!' present.

He was seated right in front of me, looking all alert and mean even in his sleep. Damn him for being so beautiful, it made it hard to hate him. My stare quickly turned into a glare when I remembered all the snitching he did in the past month, his eyes fluttered opened and caught me off guard. Blushing like a lobster I bit my lip and turned my face towards the window reluctantly. My heart fluttered just thinking about how cute he looked when he was groggy and confused, it fluttered because I knew that to him I was just this spoilt child he had the misfortune of being assigned to.

"I can't tell whether you want to murder me," he taunted in a low voice that made me want to punch him in the face for making me feel funny, "or marry me, princess."

"Oh, fuck off Kaito," I sneered and turned to meet his amused dark eyes, "Me being into you is like snow falling in the Caribbean; it may happen someday but, it's most probably never going to happen."

"Huh," he chuckled and shook his head at me in amazement and raised an eyebrow, "I guess I'm just terrible at reading people."

Wrong, I thought as I quickly broke eye contact with him and fixated my gaze on the clouds outside the window again, absolute wrong.

A few minutes passed after our exchange and when I was sure that he was asleep again I reached under my blanket and pulled out my journal.

•

Journal Entry:

19th June,

Airplane

Fuck my life. Fuck Kaito. Uggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh. Fuck him. He's not even worth my damned lipbalm because that asshole isn't worth it. Oh, who am I kidding. I'm a royal love child slash heir slash God knows what else. Of course that beautiful, older and sensible man wants nothing to do with me T_T. I swear my vocabulary is more varied than this but, fuck my life.