Private Lessons With The Prince

Family Inquisition- Part 2

Devon's mother was looking straight at Suzanna, waiting for an answer. An answer no one seemed to be able to provide. They didn't exactly know how to classify their relationship after last night's escapades that went through early this morning. An awkward silence engulfed them.

The older woman remained calm despite her confrontational manner. 
"Very well. You both shall come to the castle at once. I'll send the guards to fetch the both of you in an hour Devon. On second thought, I'll leave them stationed outside. We wouldn't want any runaways, now would we? Don't make them wait." , she stated matter-of-factly. She didn't even wait for them to answer when almost immediately after she stepped out the door, a horse-drawn carriage emerged out of the thicket of bushes and a stodgy man helped her into the carriage.

They left just as swiftly, leaving each of the two people left behind waiting for the other to speak first. Neither of them knowing what to make of the conversation. Suzanna's mind was blank. She didn't know what to think or say. Everything had happened in a matter of minutes and she didn't know how to respond. Which was very rare for her.

" Wait...wait a second...why did she invite us to the castle? Well, it sounded less like an invitation and more like an order...I thought only the royal family were allowed to live there. And why did she insist on me going to the castle? Who does she think she is ordering us around? The queen?, Suzanna finished off frustratedly, burning off some steam.

Devon ran a hand through his pitch black hair. It almost looked like how it did yesterday...when they were f*cking.
"Well yes", he stated as if it were something she should know.

She was waiting for the ball to drop. "Well yes what?"
"Yes she is the queen", he enunciated slowly as if she were hard of hearing.
"And she's your mother?"
"Yes"
"I don't believe you"
" Believe me, don't believe me; either way the guards will be here in an hour. And they won't be taking no for an answer. Nobody defies the queen's direct orders", he countered.

"Wait. So if that was the queen, then that would make you the...no no no no no. No way. This can't be true. This absolutely cannot be true. This cannot be happening. I refuse to believe it. You're the PRINCE! It just can't be. I just had sex with THE PRINCE. There is absolutely no way that I just had sex with the actual Prince. I need to leave here this instant.", she huffed out determinedly. She was upset and she needed to think. This was the exact person she was running away from. How did she manage to run straight onto his bed?

She wasn't sure if he knew who she was or not. She didn't think so. He seemed completely unaware as she used to be. The queen on the other hand was a different story. The queen didn't trust or like her. She wasn't sure if she knew what had happened between them, if it were the fact that they were living together without supervision or if the queen knew of her real identity.

Her father had arranged for her to marry the Prince long ago when business was doing well and her family was from noble heritage. But now, the business had been doing badly and her father had to capitalise on the promise made a long time ago. He needed money...lots and lots of it to fund his latest venture.

Apparently the only idea that came to mind was to marry off his daughter at her ripe age of twenty one instead of looking for other, more respectable means. Ones that involve him NOT trading his own daughter and treating her like a piece of property in exchange for monetary gain. It made her blood boil but a little part of her also cried for the father he used to be. The man he was before her mother died. He wasn't always like this. But she would just have to accept it because this was her reality now.

She'd decided there was no was she was going to be able to make an escape with the guards stationed outside the cottage and Devon's uncanny ability of tracking her. It was quite annoying in fact. He had suddenly become so aware of her every movement, his eyes trailing her as she moved around packing the little belongings that she had. He was probably afraid that she was going to run off again. He had good reason to, as she was plotting the very same thing mere moments ago.

She couldn't control her free will but she could control how petty she could be. And she planned on being very petty. She wanted nothing to do with the Prince. He was basically the reason she was in this position in the first place. He was the Prince. He was thirty years old. Didn't he have any control in who he would marry? Couldn't he say no?
Couldn't he at least choose a woman he loved instead of a girl who felt nothing for him? A girl he had never laid his eyes on. He didn't know who she was. He was unaware of her real identity and she would make sure it stayed that way. She would do everything in her power to protect her identity.

The guards had arrived on time and collected their luggage. Their luggage combined were still very few. She had the satchel she arrived with and various dresses Devon had brought for her after his many outings and errands.

He would just leave then opened out on the table wordlessly and she would take them and keep them in the closet, unsure as to why he had brought them for her. He had probably noticed her lack of clothing options and had felt pity for her. She was not sure from where he brought them but they would suit the palace well. Now, she was grateful to him for this thoughtfulness.

Unknown to him, before, when times were good and there were no forced marriages in her foreseeable future, she would wear plenty of dresses just like this. And some days, even better.

She stepped into the spacious carriage without a fight and fell asleep to the gallop of the horses and she had fluttering visions of the life that she had once held.

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Sara