Concealed Monarch

chapter 3

   As our carrige stops my gut wrenching feeling and my pounding heart intensifies. I feel like I am going to throw up. I quickly get out of the carriage in need of fresh air. I bend over inhaling needed air. After I calmed down I went straight to my parents side. 

  To calm myself down I started drift my mind to the thought of how I never had been to the castle I always admire as a child. It was big and beautiful, it had the most intricate design. The castle was indescribable and could only be said to be a true masterpiece. 

  I also wondered if we would see the prince. No one has seen him since he went to the private boarding school in London.  My father was told by Baron Del A Rose that he was kept secret in the schools so no one new his true identity. They could just be a overacting Imagination or simply a rumor. 

 I don't believe this rumor for many reasons. First if he did leave to a boarding school then why didn't anybody see him leave and why weren't people notified that he was leaving why couldn't we know our prince was leaving. If it is true then there is has to be something we don't know the is treacherous. 

  "Gisselle watch were you are going. you almost ran into the duke Arthur." my mother whisper yells. As I see the grandiose ball room I see that the 10 ladies will honestly be enjoying them selves to the fullest. I would have loved playing in this room as a kid. It must look even bigger when it is empty. I could imagine my young self sliding with my socks on the pristine marble floors.  

  I hope whomever the prince picks is going to be a amazing ruler along side him.  I wonder how he feels about this whole event. If I were him I would have hated this whole experience. Especially if I have to pick my future partner in the mater of two months. What if the 10 girls he picks do not even appeal to him. Wow I am just realizing this situation sucks. I wouldn't be surprised if we didn't see the prince now that I think of it.

  Purple is great color, strawberries are amazing with chocolate. I star to think because I was losing things to think about. I can't let my nerves consume me, or else I will throw up all over my beautiful dress and someone else beautiful dress. I need air.

"  Mother, I need to be excused. Please tell father." I say fast walking to the nearest balcony.

   Right as I open it I engulf a lot of air. Why the hell am I nervous?! There is no need to be. I am confused. Maybe I am sick and am about to die.

 " Hello there." A manly accented voice speaks. I quickly turn  to see a tall man with blonde hair and a expensive looking suit. He was very handsome if I do say so myself. Oh my good heavens he just saw me leaning over the balcony inhaling air like a mad women.

" Hello." I say with confidence but it was just a façade. He opens his mouth to speak but I interrupt sooner.

" I am Gisselle Delafontaine Nice to meet you." I hope he forgets about what he saw and we can continue in a different subject.

" Well Gisselle Delafontaine I am Maxwell, pleasure to be of your acquaintance." I smile

" If you don't mind me saying but you look very lovely tonight. Is it perhaps because you hope your name will get drawn tonight?"

I scoff and he immediately reacts with surprise. " No I didn't hope to get drawn in the picking I would never fall in love with a man in the span of two months and neither would I want to compete for his favor. It is in all honestly pathetic.  I am only dressed this way because My father. Plus this whole event is horrible some girls might be picked who never even wanted to be." 

" Well, sorry to say but most girls in this country and many others want to be picked." He says with a chuckle.

" I guess you might be right. All I know is that I don't" I say which follows with silence from him.