Marrying the Stranger Prince ✔ (The Stranger Prince Series #1)

Chapter 17 : Over the Line.

"I was oxygen, and he was dying to breath."
- Shatter Me, by Tahereh Mafi.

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Adela raised her head from where she crouched over the floor, in the corner of her room. To explain precisely, nothing in her room was in its place.

The pillows torn apart. The vases smashed. The curtains no longer hanging over the windows. Everything was a complete disaster in her room.

She had lost control. And the worst part was that she wasn't even sure why.

No one had dared to enter her room. In fact, they knew better than coming near her when she was in this mood, from the experience of living with her for the 19 miserable years of her existence. So right now she didn't seem to get a hold on her uneven breathing as her eyes examined what she had done.

The King of Larcbost will take the proposal back.

No. No no no no no. This wasn't supposed to bother her. She closed her eyes tightly and tried to make herself understand. This was supposed to make her happy. She was getting rid of that jerk. She wasn't going to have to pretend they were getting married anymore.

But her head was spinning. This wasn't supposed to be happening. She clenched her hands tightly into fists and rested her head back against the cold wall. Something was happening to her.

No. Her heart whispered, Something has already happened to you, Adela.

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Sebastian wasn't even sure if Adela knew that she was screaming.

He wasn't even sure if she knew that Sebastian could hear every single thing happening over his roof.

  Just one roof. 

One roof separated him from the messed up disaster of a woman that the Princess of Archensheen was.

But a beautiful disaster. She was a strangely beautiful disaster.

He couldn't even shut his ears against it. Couldn't even assure his heart that whatever was happening to her wasn't because of him. Couldn't even shake what she had looked like when he had told her about the withdrawal of the proposal. He wanted to forget it, he never wanted to see her look like that again.

All he did was hurt people. He hurt Charisma. He hurt hundreds of women after that, whom he used merely to punish himself. To add onto his misery. He was going to hurt Alexandra. He was hurting Adela.

His Adela.

Yes. She was his Adela, and he didn't know how to talk himself out of it now. It was already too late, his heart was already wrapped around her name. And the worst part was, that he hadn't even known when it all happened. He hadn't even known when he...

He...

He didn't know. He didn't know anything. He closed his eyes, and tried to remember how she'd illuminated the room like she was the only source of light when she had stood there, in front of them. He remembered how his heart had skipped so many beats when he had seen her right there. How kissing a woman didn't have such an effect on him that she had on him, standing ten feet away.