The Lost Princess

Chapter Twenty Five

Chapter Twenty Five
The next two months flew by. It was all about mastering my princess etiquette, and my telekinesis. I now know how to harness it a little better in a fight, and can take on my opponent's without getting my ass kicked. I could still use a lot of work on how to avoid other people's powers, but it's a work in progress.

I've been continuing meditation with Cameron, as the queen suggested. We started doing it every day for a while, but it made him so uncomfortable that I changed it to every once in a while. It's definitely helping. Not nearly as well as Rowan and I's meditation, but it's something.

Saxon and I's relationship is progressing, though very slowly. We are friends, but it is hard to see him as anything more. Selene reminds me every day that you don't usually feel anything more in an arranged marriage, but I can't help but hold out hope. I've read too many happy ever afters to not get my own.

"What are you thinking about so aggressively," Cameron questioned me one afternoon.

I sighed. "Nothing to concern yourself with. But I am a little bored out of my mind."

Cameron grinned. "Alright, let's go do-"

Before he could finish, he got a call from the queen. I've begun to recognize the signs. His eyes glaze over, his body stiffens, and he goes silent for a few minutes. It's still creepy, but at least now I know she is just talking to him, not taking over his mind entirely.

Once he snapped out of it, he sighed and looked at me apologetically. "Sorry, but the queen wants you."

However, I wasn't sad about it. I've been waiting for her to call for me for two months. I've even requested to see her. But no such luck. She has been completely out of reach ever since the meeting, and it's getting old.

I hopped off my bed and stretched my legs as quickly as possible.

"I don't think anyone has been this excited to see the queen before," Cameron laughed.

"I have been waiting for her to call me for two months. I deserve to be a little excited."

Cameron nodded. "Fair enough."

Cameron made his way across the hall painfully slow. I shoved him, hoping it would make him go faster. Instead, he slowed down more. I hissed out a breath and walked around him, leaving him behind. I don't need him to walk me across the hall to see my mother.

His laughter followed me all the way to her room. The instant I got to the door, I was shoving it open and demanding answers. These last two months have left me a bit on edge.

"Where have you been the last two months," I questioned her, my arms crossed over my chest.

She looks the same as she did two months ago, as regal as ever. I was expecting her to look sickly, looking the part of the dying queen that she is. However, she looks better than ever.

"I am a queen, Freya. I have been busy."

I shook my head. "Not good enough."

My mother let out a small laugh, but it was more bitter than anything. "I did not call you here to fight. I called you here because I sent someone to check on your progress, and I don't know if I am satisfied with the results."

I raised my eyebrows. "Excuse me?"

My mother sighed. "You are doing well for someone in your position, but not well enough to be leaving here in just three in a half months. You are not nearly ready to survive outside of this kingdom."

I tried not to let what she was saying sting, but of course it did a little bit. She is my mother, after all. "What are you saying?"

"I'm saying that your training should be taken up a notch. I told all of your instructors to stop going so easy on you, and filled up some of your free time with things that are more worth your time," My mother stated.