My Incomplete Fairytale

Chapter 3 - The Love Game

Chapter 3 – The Love Game

I gasped as the water dripped down my chin. I splashed my face some more, hoping that the water would wash away everything and leave me standing back in Crosston. I licked my lips, stepping out of the bathroom to find Jennifer sprawled across the bed, a book in her hand and black glasses half way down her nose.

"Jayden," she called as I stepped past her. I sighed, my hand stopping on the door handle, "What is it that you want? You already have my room, have my ring, have my bloodline, you even have my god damn freedom!" I shouted, turning to face her, "What else could you possibly want?"

She scoffed, flipping her blonde hair over her shoulder, "Touchy touchy. Want to hand me that piece of parchment? I need a bookmark."

I glanced to where she was pointing. I walked over to the desk, picking up the piece of parchment in my hand. I fingered the smooth material, clenching my teeth as I crumpled it in my hands. Jennifer raised an eyebrow as I chucked the parchment at the wall. "I am not your servant," I spat as I swung open the door.

"Don't have a cow on me now," Jennifer muttered as she climbed out of the bed. I stepped out into the corridor, slamming the door behind me. I ran my hands through my black hair, tugging at the roots in frustration. I stormed down the hallway, looking for one girl and only one girl. This was the second time since Jennifer's little act that I had searched for Lana. I turned down into the servant's quarters, getting curious looks from the maids and butlers as I walked by.

I smiled my best and tried to act like this was nothing unusual. But who I was kidding, for any of us, my father, my mother, or myself to walk down this very hallway happened once in a blue moon. It was out of the ordinary no matter how big I smiled. I didn't give it much thought as my mind wandered back to Lana.

Secrets.

That's what Lana and I shared. She had been here keeping the castle in tact for our return ever since she was born. I had many opinions on the world, many that I had promised my father never to say. I used to speak bad of this god damned world when I was younger, but my parents would always yell at me whenever I had done so.

I had learned when it was appropiate to speak, however those certain times were never enough for me. Lana had been my cushion, the one I had told all my secrets to and listened to hers in return. I remembered when I had first come here, at the age of fourteen. The year had been 1663, and I remembered it vividly. My father used to tell me stories about it when I was a kid, about how him and my mother used to roam around the castle and called it theirs.

I had been excited, yet the nagging feeling in my heart wanted me to stay in Crosston. I let out a sigh as I turned down into the maid's side of the quarters. I thought back to my first day, when I had been sitting all alone on the balcony. My excitement had vanished by then, and it was Lana who had put a smile on my face that day. I grinned as I thought about it, and the memory flashed through my head as though it had been yesterday.

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"Sir Jayden?"

I looked up, taken aback by the beauty of the girl. Was she a Princess? Had she lived here all this time just waiting for me, the Prince, to take her hand?

She smiled, her sea green eyes sparkling in the sunlight. "I was told to send you down to see your mother," she whispered softly, her voice reminding me of an angel.

Told? Told by who? She was the Princess. She stepped through the door, completely revealing her small body. I frowned as I recognized the dull, black maid's outfit. She pushed her fiery red hair behind her ears. "Will you go see her?" she asked, "Or shall I tell her that you are busy?"