Yours Truly

Chapter 13

Matthew smirked and winked teasingly at Jenavive which caused her to blush and roll her eyes for the umpteenth time in the same day. The prince grinned and continued to have his dinner.

"Shut up."

He pecked the corner of her mouth and chuckled. "You need to be tamed, you know that?"

"Mr. Reynard-"

"Shh..." He kissed her once again.

Jenavive just couldn't take it out of her mind. She could still feel the tingling feeling on her lips.

But soon she felt her heart sink in her stomach.

She sighed, knowing that she was slowly falling in love once again and she did not know whether he would ever reciprocate her feelings or keep it professional throughout their lives.

"Father, where is Joseph?" His deep voice dispersed her myriad of emotions.

"I wanted to send a message to Dante asking about his health." Donovan paused, taking a bite of his loaf before continuing, "I wanted to send a messenger but that lad was so eager to take it there."

Matthew and Jenavive looked at each other and grinned, they both knew why he was so eager to go back to Cyrail.

Meanwhile, there was someone else sitting on the table, fuming with jealousy.

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"Jenavive.... There is a letter for you-" Donovan said, his forehead wrinkled with worry.

"Everything O.K?" The Princess asked, concern lacing her voice. Donovan handed her the paper and sighed. "Read it."

Jenavive blinked twice in thought before scanning the paper silently.

The writing seemed familiar..... A little too familiar.

"So I have an invitation for diner from the chief minister of the King of Loringard? Why do you worry about it?"

"Well...." Donovan ran a hand through his grey hair. Something that Matthew did when he was worried.

Basically everything reminded her of Matthew now.

"Loringard is our enemy, I thought you know that-"

Jenavive tapped her chin before realisation hit her. "Oh Lord, it slipped out of my mind."

"You should deny the offer- it could be dangerous. I can't let you go alone."

"Why not? What if this is the chance to negotiate with them or maybe end up signing a peace treaty?"

Donovan scratched his stubble in thought, "If we look at the positive side, yes- but ...you are a young lady, are you sure you'll be fine by yourself?"

"Jenavive not every young lady and not every young lady is Jenavive." The Princess ran her fingers through her hair — sassily.

Donovan laughed, "I trust you, Jenavive."

Jenavive smiled before her it faded away as she glanced at the bathroom door, "Just do not tell Mr. Reynard about this. I do not want him to worry."

"All right. May all the deities be with you." Donovan patted her head before leaving, unaware that someone was watching them.

Watching them with an evil smile playing on her small lips.

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"Father, where is Vive? I haven't seen her since morn." Matthew asked, inquisitively.

Donovan cleared his throat, "Out in the town to run few errands."

"What errands? Why didn't she tell me? I could have gone with her."

"She didn't want to bother you-"

"But-"

"Ah, I just remembered that I have important things to attend. I'll better be going."

"But father-"

Before he could complete his sentence, Donovan was already in the carriage, ordering the coachman who nodded slightly before driving off.

Matthew stood there, confused.

His father had never been so vague. In fact, he took pride in being straightforward and concise.

"Matty~!" Rosa's shrill voice dispersed his thoughts. He didn't feel the same enthusiasm to hear it when he heard it first.

He was too busy thinking about Jenavive.

His Vive.

His wild cat.

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It was almost dusk when Jenavive reached to The Loringard Palace. The place has an eerie aura dominating it. The dark turrets and the grey stone walls gave a very cold and hostile feeling.

Jenavive shivered as she entered the dark palace which looked more like Minotaur's labyrinth. The guards looked like the guardians of Hell, not even bothering to greet her with a nod. She exhaled, mustering up confidence as she walked through the dark corridor, the torches creating wild shadows, as if the witches from the play Macbeth were dancing around the cauldron — a little too silently.

"Ah, so you are finally here, Jena~"

Jenavive's eyes widened in terror. Her body began shaking in fear.

That voice.

That same voice.

"Felix."

Oooo Jenavive's past is back again. Now what will happen? How will Jenavive face it? What turn will this story take? What is going on in jealous Rosa's mind? Read more to find out.

Yours Truly
The author ;)