The Lost French Prince

Chapter 8: Still

Angelica POV

After being offered bedrooms of our room luckily I have a single bedroom to myself while Eliza and Peggy happily share one together. I didn't mind though since they're right next door. Luckily these doors have a lock on them. Quickly but also quietly locking my bedroom door before taking out a folder of Lafayette and compare the one of the Lost Prince. Despite the pictures being ten years apart, it doesn't matter to me at all. Laying down the current picture of Lafayette and compare the late youngest prince picture on the late queen birthday. I remember him smiling happily beside his eldest brother as they stood in front of their parents. Taking a careful look at each photo but nothing seems to add up just yet for a moment.

Sighing quietly to myself just wanting to give up this entire mission but noticing something familiar on the young prince picture. I remember at that time when my sisters and I were younger our father has taken up to France in order to pay respect and honor the late Queen birthday. That day was tiring, hot, and just plain boring but my sisters were very excited seeing the King, Queen, and their two sons. The eldest son was quite handsome but wasn't my type. When my eyes laid upon the youngest prince...something within my heart skip a beat or two. I remember Peggy looking at him all helpless as if she had fallen in love but she was a child back then. At least that's what I kept telling myself.

"Snap out of it Angelica!" I scolded myself as my cheeks growing hot and felt myself going red as a cherry. Letting out a frustrated sigh before looking at the pictures once again. Rubbing the sleepiness out of the eyes before noticing a familiar item. It was the locket....the same locket that Lafayette has been wearing during the years I've known him. Tears were streaming down my face I now know that Lafayette is actually Prince Gilbert du Motier de la Lafayette. It's not a mistake that's for sure. Though something within my heart is pounding with joy but also..regret.

Looking at the picture of Lafayette on Thanksgiving day in which is one of the best day ever. I remember him and I were having a small pie fight after dessert. It was then I was about to fall onto the floor but soon Lafayette caught me in his muscular arms. I must admit Lafayette is quite handsome, charming, respectful...and what the fuck am I thinking?!

Roughly punching the wooden wall while breathing heavily as I didn't know a single tear was streaming down my face. Moving my hair out of my face before I barely I was cover in sweat. Looking at my pistol that was laying down on my bed. That same item just waiting for its trigger to be pull. In which goes the same for the bullet to pierce through its victim's head. Looking at the picture of Lafayette once again and thought of him at this moment. Luckily, he has a room of his own, I mean it is the perfect opportunity but that would be too easy.

An underhanded boy

An act of desperation

And to my consternation

I let him go

It was my fault that I let the youngest escape alive on that night when his family was slaughtered in the palace basement. I remember mother ordering me to finish the job in which meant I must be the one to slaughter the youngest prince. And so, I chase after him and when I caught up to him...I hesitated for a moment. I wish I didn't since at the moment Lafayette attacked in which caught me off guard. At that moment I bash my pistol on his forehead to cause him to fall roughly on the ground. He..stop breathing...he didn't move...he was just laying down on the ground. My mother stood by my side as she places her hand on my shoulder. I remember her holding me and whispering in my ear.

"You did the right thing, my daughter"

He wants what he can get

Is that a fair depiction