We Were Both Young

Ch 5 : Somewhere We Can Be Alone

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We Were Both Young.

Chapter 5: Somewhere We Can Be Alone.

∞ Bella’s PoV ∞

I woke up the next morning feeling like I was floating on air. I’d never felt so happy, so carefree, so inspired by anyone, anything in such a long time. My life was still in absolute shambles, but it didn’t seem to matter anymore.  I had found some bit of happiness. How long would it last though? We couldn’t keep at this charade for ever, after all I had to be married within the year. What could I do? … I recalled his brief comment from our night out in the garden….

“Run…” he’d said, before we’d been interrupted by Paris.

I wondered. Would it really work? Could I run? Of course that was not an option. I was the princess, heir to the throne, meaning I had responsibilities to be fulfilled.

I was sad once again. I didn’t want to give up so easily, but I didn’t see any other ways to go at this point in time.

I knew only two facts. One, I loved Leo. I wanted to see him every day. Second, I couldn’t stand Paris, and would never in a million years marry him.

My dilemma was not helping itself. My parents loved who I hated, and well the love of my life was secret. Why? Because it was utterly forbidden by the law. Stupid, bloomin’ law. How was I ever going to get around this one?

“Breakfast is set up, Madame. The Royal Family shall be eating in the  next quarter of the hour,” the servant came to inform me.

“Thank You,” I politely smiled, acknowledging the information.

Great another dreadful meal to sit through. Not because of the food, but rather because of the company. I hardly ever had an appetite anymore.

I forced myself out of bed choosing one of my more low key gowns to wear. I was not in the mood to dress up or look nice. I had no-one to impress here.

Making my way hesitantly towards the dining hall, I noticed Paris’ door was closed. I hoped that meant he was still sleeping. I didn’t feel like making conversation with him right now. Let alone having to face him bringing up our awkward meeting out in the gardens the previous night. My parents were not going to be happy about that at all. No about the fact that I had been so rude to him, or the fact that I’d been outside at that time at all.

This day just seems to be getting better and better… I thought sarcastically.

I entered the dining hall, noticing only my mother and Claire at the table.

“Where is Papa?” I asked, he never usually missed breakfast.

“He’s taken Paris on an outing, hunting I think,” she added.

“Oh,” I said, not really caring, but rather relieved they weren’t there.

“They will be back by dusk tomorrow,” she said.

I smiled. Finally! Some peace. I was more than relieved to have not only Paris out of my living space, but also my father. Since the announcement on my seventeenth birthday, our relationship was feeling extremely strained, we didn’t have much in common anymore.  I had nothing to say to him without starting an argument, and as he hardly spoke to me, I figured the same was true on his part.  It was only a few more months, and it would all be over, unfortunately however I realised, that in the end only one of us would be happy, and the other devastated. It was either me running away for my own happiness, causing my family grief. Or me marrying Paris, making them proud, and causing myself a life of nothing but misery. Catch 22. There was no win-win outcome for this situation at all.