"Make my son fall in love with you."
"But he's gay."
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He became rainbow, and she became rain; for when the future king of Roséton unveiled his sexuality on the night of enthronement, Flora Rose...
" heartbreak is a thorn grown in the rose red heart "
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⚘ T W O q u e e n o f t h o r n s
THE DINNER FEAST was full of murmurs and heartaches.
The latter was particularly evident on my own, and I could feel it constrict me, entangle my heart with thorns that bore no red roses. Heartbreak hurt like hell, so for that, I had become a devil amongst angels. I held everything in — the tears, the anguish, the desolation, and so far, it was futile. This mind of mine had still been processing his confession, still in constant rewind of events, and I was in denial, more-so than ever.
I knew that loving him was a via dolorosa, because in the end, this adoration of mine was as one-sided as the moon itself. I knew it will never be; for royals didn't go for someone like me.
Only one person knew of my yearning to the new king, and he was in the other side of the country, right smack-dab next to my house in the city of Vines. He had been calling me non-stop right after Stephen's divulgence, texting me if I was okay or not — but what I needed now was space. I hoped he understood that. As of now, I was seated in a finely cushioned chair, settled over a large, long table full of unfamiliar guests, and intimidating elites. It was over a large balcony of the castle, overlooking the Pont de Eleutheria with shiny city lights and mesmerizing stars as its background. Everything seemed breathtaking, so beautiful, but it did nothing to remedy the ache inside.
I glanced down to my plate, all extravagantly gilded and filled with food, before I started to dine in its exquisite tastes. It consisted of a portion of Beef Wellington, Chicken Marengo, and Delmonico Steak. I supposed that I should just eat all my heartache away, but I knew it won't work — I'd only be stress-eating.
In the middle of chewing chicken, my dad asked me, "Have you seen Stephen and Queen Xavierre? They're not here, kid."
I looked up from a mouthful of food, some quite lodged in my throat. Seeing as I can't speak, I shrugged in an effort to act casual, even though I had been wondering the same thing since we've gotten here.
"Oh," my dad muttered, utensil in hand, "his mother seemed really shocked."
Me too, dad.
"She also looked really upset. I guess no grandchildren, right?" Dad nudged me, letting a tinge of humor seep through his tone.
