Birthday Wish//discountinued

Chapter 16: I need you

If you want cheaper 16, here you go but this is unfinished. I stopped it as soon as I realized how inconsistent my plot was. Anyways, enjoy and try not to die.

ALEXANDER's Point Of View (I hate shortcuts)

Chapter 16: I need you

Stella or Annabeth, whatever she wants to be called because I'm still processing her name in my view, didn't come for breakfast. I was worried sick because she might have left and fled the country to avoid everyone and live a simple life, away from all the burdens I have begotten her. But I sighed, out loud and in front of the Monarchs I have been living with for months, mind you, in relief when Harriet, her head maid, came to tell us that she had called in sick.

In excitement, I ate as fast as I can without being hasty so that I can go to her room. When I finished my meal, I stood up from the wooden chair to see if she was okay as a servant cleaned my part of the table and took all of my dishes.

When I reached her room, I felt a tingling sensation on my gut telling me that something was wrong. I ignored it and focused on what I was going to tell her.

I knocked her door and waited. Surely, she would explain to me what happened because I was as clueless as a kid seeing a bomb for the first time. I was the kid, she was was the adult who gave me a bomb. I dreaded the time it would explode.

I was once told that letting out your emotions, pains, complains, and profanities are better than bottling it up. And I want her share everything to me. Because someday, she wouldn't be able to have time like this when we ascend to the throne of two contries.

"Prince Alexander, what a surprise? May I help you with something?" A maid came out and opened the door. She was probably in her thirtees, although her eyes looked young, her face had a lot of wrinkles. I wondered if I where I have seen her before because she looked utterly familiar.

After a long pause, I shook back to reality and coughed. "Uh, yes. Actually, I'm here to see the princess." I peeked at the monstrosity of a room behind her but saw that her bed was wrinkled and unmade. Suddenly, there were cries of pain and sounds of someone vomiting in the bathroom.

I winced. "Was that her?" The maid looked sorry and concerned. Panic began to rise to my throat. Hopefully, she wasn't that ill. "Yes, your highness. The princess has been vomiting all morning and her head aches. She specifically ordered us not to let anyone in, not in a state such as this."

Vomiting? Headaches? Is it possible that she... I swallowed and wondered at the question. "Oh god! Is she? Is she pregnant?" I didn't need to hear her answer because her shocked face signified that Annabeth or Stella or whatever she wants to be called was indeed not pregnant.

I sighed in relief, I was about to ask what was really wrong with her when a loud sound of vomiting echoed through her chamber. "Oh shit! Is she really alright? Can I see-" the maid cut me off. "I'm really sorry, your highness, but she gave us specific orders, not even the king nor the queen is allowed."

I felt useless. I couldn't do anything. She didn't even want to do anything with me. I frowned at the thought. I hated being useless. I hated how my father treats me like I'm useless. Now, for some unexplained reasons, the girl I love may or may not think that I'm useless, too.

As I walked on the corridor, silently thinking and not minding my surroundings, I bumped on a figure. And it was the same person who informed us earlier, her head maid, Hanybeth, I think? "Your Highness." She curtsied and I bowed to acknowledge her.

"How is the princess? I have heard that she has been vomiting and that her headaches were getting worse."I expected her to give me more specific details since she was the head maid of Stella. But her face morphed into a confused expression, making me wonder if she really knows what's happened to the princess.

"Pardon me, Prince Alex, but I don't think the Princess has been vomiting." She said. I tried not to dwell on serious ideas.

"But the maid you assigned said that she is sick."

"I've not assigned a maid into her room. Could it be-" She didn't finish the sentence. And neither did I. We sprinted across the corridors and to her massive bedroom. Hanneybell knocked on the door thrice and opened it. To our massive surprise, no one is in there.