Chapter 4

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After Prince Edward had left, I had lunch with my grandmother.

"So, did you say yes to Prince Edward?" My grandmother asked, suddenly remembering her conversation with Prince Edward.

"Why didn't you tell me you were the Lady of all the Six Kingdoms?" I ignored her question.

She looked down at her cup of tea after she finished her lunch.

"I didn't want to tell you, at least not until I had to."

"That sounds like you never were going to tell me."

My grandmother looked into my eyes, her eye color was a pale green. So, I knew that I had my mother's eye color— or my fathers. If not, maybe my grandfathers.

"Well, I guess now is the time," She said. "The reason why I didn't want to tell you about me being the Lady of all Six Kingdoms and being married to Lord Nobel Michel. It's because I wanted you to have a normal life and because of your mother— I didn't want you to be around her, to know her."

"Why?"

"She had you young and she abandoned you once you were born, I was only protecting you."

"But why didn't you tell me about who you were, and who our family was?"

My grandmother's eyes glazed over and she got up from the table. She wandered back to her place by the window, and finished her hat that she was crocheting.

Like with Prince Edward, she had forgotten what she had been speaking about.

I sighed.

As I was about to make dinner, my grandmother came from her bedroom with a deep blue ball gown.

"Here," She said as she handed me the ball gown.

"What is this for?" I said as I touched the dress. It was beautiful and it had a diamond belt around the waist.

"For when you go to the Ball with Prince Edward."

"Grandmother, I'm not going—""

"You are going," She cut me off. "You never go out anymore, and I'm guessing it's been that way for a few years now— and it's because of my illness. I want to see you happy, Adeline. I want you to have a life of your own."

"But you are my life—""

She shook her head, "That's not good enough. I want you to have a life of your own where it doesn't always have to revolve around me."

"You really want me to go."

My grandmother nodded.

"Come on, let's get you ready, before it's too late."

I let my grandmother do her magic with my hair.

She was about to do my makeup, but I stopped her.

"Can't I just wear some eyeliner and lipstick?"

My grandmother laughed, "You can, yes. Anyway, you don't need much makeup. You are already beautiful."

I blushed as I did my own makeup.

All I needed to put on was winged black eyeliner, lipstick and powder— and a little bit of blush.

My grandmother helped me into the ball gown after I was finished with my makeup.

"You look stunning," She said once she zipped the dress.

The Ball gown fit me perfectly.

"Was this your dress when I was younger?" I asked as she helped me put on one of my black high heels.

She nodded. "It was, I brought it here as a reminder, a reminder of your grandfather."

Silently, I nodded.

Before any of us could say anything else, a knock came at the door.

"I called Louis, Prince Edward's Butler, before you got ready for the Ball," She gave me some of her jewelry to wear.

A set of diamond stud earrings along with its matching bracelet and tear drop necklace.

"Here," She took off her ring that she always wore, "I want you to wear this, you'll inherit it someday. Might as well that someday be today."

"No, I can't wear this nor take it—""

"Wear it, please," She put the ring on my left ring finger. "I want you to have it. Your great grandmother gave this to me and now I want to give it to you."

I looked down at the ring on my finger. The face of the ring was a simple single sapphire with a white gold band.

Another knock came from the front door again.

"You should go now," My grandmother led me to the front door.

"Will you be fine by yourself?" I asked before she opened the door for Louis.

"I'll be fine, my dear granddaughter."

And with that, she opened the front door and gave me to Louis for the night— to bring me to Prince Edward.

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