RONAN

four

"What?" Ronan said in a confused yet angry tone.

"I'm betrothed. . ." Zara whispered softly as she looked down at her hands nervously. Her fingers fidgeting in anticipation.

"I'm sorry but this isn't adding up to me." Ronan looked at Zara in disbelief.
"I never saw you as the type to give yourself for money."

Zara looked up so fast she almost got whiplash. "You think I would just give myself up like a prostitute for money?! Ronan I have money, my family has money for years. I would never give myself up like that! I actually want to find true love! You are such an ass." Zara fumed disgusted by his words and walked closer to the balcony re-opening the doors.

"You know, why don't you just go. It's inappropriate to be in a ladies room at this hour, especially since she's betrothed." Zara looked at Ronan waiting for him to leave.

"I can't believe you. God, I am an idiot so you led me on to believe you were different. You're just another princess.  Have fun with your prince." Ronan huffed out as he stepped onto the balcony and spared her one last look.

Zara couldn't look at him anymore due to the tears that were slipping. "Go! J-just go already." Zara couldn't help but feel like an idiot. She barely knew Ronan but she just felt like he was her other half. The missing puzzle piece.

"I swear, if you're still here-" Zara looked back and saw the wind blow through the balcony curtains. He's gone . . . He didn't stay, he didn't fight for me.

Zara closed her eyes and cried leaning against the wall as she fell down.

*Knock knock*

Zara quickly quickly rubbed her eyes clearing away any runny tears. She breathed in and swatted her hands down her dress in a way to control her nerves.

"Yes, who is it?"

"It's me, Anita dear."

Zara breathed in and walked to her door to open it and let Anita walk in as Zara went back to her bed and sat down.

"Everything is a mess, my whole life is. I'm acting like I am 10 again and acting as if I've never had a crush before.. but then again I guess film actors don't count. I shouldn't care but I do. I need to stop my behavior. I can't be a weak princess. I won't let myself be some damsel in distress. Ugh!"

Zara kept on rambling quietly to herself as she went on and went on until she realized Anita was still present.

"Zara, are you okay?'

"Uhh huh, yeah I am. Sorry I'm just upset with my father." Zara sighed and looked up at Anita.

"I feel so helpless, a bird with no wings. Where's my freedom, and where are all my dreams? I feel like a prisoner in solitary."

Anita frowned at Zara's words and took a seat next her, giving Zara a side comforting hug. "I know it's not fair, and I wish there was something I can do, you know I would do anything to help you, but I am afraid there's nothing I can do."

Both Zara and Anita sat together in silence grieving for themselves.