Prince Nicholas and Princess Octavia are forced to marry one another to create an alliance to protect their country. They may hate the law but both of them know it is important for their country. There are bumps on the road here and there but will t...
Special chapter! This chapter will be in Octavia's POV :) I decided to this because I thought that you guys might wanna know how she's feeling, enjoy!
I groan and turn to my side stretching my arm out to wrap it around a particular someone torso only to find an empty spot next to me, snapping my eyes open the bed sheet of where he had slept is still there but no sign of him. My heart rate picks up and I throw the covers off me and dash to the wardrobe to find his half empty, it felt like needles stabbing my heart repetitively just at the thought of him wanting to leave without saying goodbye to me. Pushing back the tears I throw my hair into a messy bun and run downstairs in my pajamas not bothering of what others think of me right now.
I see the entrance of the kingdom open by a crack, as I move closer I hear muffled talking. One feminine and one manly which I can differ. I swing the door back to see his walking figure going to a yellow cab.
"Octavia? what are you wearing" Queen Diana screeches flabbergasted with my appearance but I didn't give a care in the world. I run to him as fast as my legs can carry me.
"Christian!" I pant out in exhaustion from the running, he turns around in confusion but his look softens at the sight of me.
"Octavia?" he tilts his head, I run into his toned body and wrap my arms around his torso as tightly as possible with my head buried in his chest squeezing my eyes shut. Feeling arms snake around my shoulder and a hand on my head in a comforting manner I couldn't hold in my cries anymore "sshh" he coos kissing the top of my head before resting his head on mine with his soft locks brushing against my forehead.
"Y-you're actually leaving" I snivel as silent tears roll down as I have no energy to hold them back "and you didn't even try to say g-goodbye to me this morning" my throat getting more hoarse as I try so hard to hold back a sob.
"I know" his voice held guilt in them but the emotion that truly stands out is sorrow "I really tried to to say goodbye to you" he whispers with ache behind his words.
"Then why didn't you?" I look up at him to see his eyes shut with the shadow of his thick lashes casting on his cheekbones.
"I didn't want to break your heart further more" his beautiful silver eyes bores into my brown ones.
"But it did, it broke my heart that you didn't want to say bye to me" my tone shaky "I thought you left within lightning speed not wanting to see me ever again as if I were a nightmare to you" I hang my head low letting the free flow of fresh water run down my cheeks.
"No,no,no,no baby" he says in a rushed panic "that's not it at all" he lifts my head up with so much emotions crashing into his orbs all at once. Anger, agony, frustration, happiness, fear, confusion; everything. "I didn't want to see you hurt" he reasons with her in a very gentle way "I can't bare that look on your face" he sighs.
"Hurry up Prince Charming!" the person in the yellow cab shouts out from the window.
"Look, I still have to go" he twirls a loose strand of my hair.
"I know" I nod my head feeling a heavy weight in my chest.
"Just know that I love you no matter what through thick and thin" he rubs a thumb over my bottom quivering lip "and don't you forget that" he pecks my lips not caring that his mother is standing behind us in the background.
"I love you too" my breath hitching as I speak "you will always be my never to my ever" I whisper closing my eyes to enjoy every second of what may be our last words to each other. But I can't think that.
"I hope to see you soon" he gives ma one last passionate kiss to which I respond immediately but he pulls away too early for my liking and give a last comforting hug before taking his leave.
"I promise to always love you no matter what happens" I whisper as another wave of hear ache washes over me again. I stay rooted on the spot until the bright yellow vehicle is out of view and into the rising sun, turning around I head back into the building with my hand on where my heavy heart is as I breath in shallow breaths fighting back the urge to scream at the top of my lungs as the feeling of my legs starting to wobble makes me quickly find the nearest chair to sit in. Inhaling and exhaling shaky breaths I couldn't help but let my mind wander to all the negative outcomes of the war no, don't think that Octavia! think positive I scold myself but this is reality.....
Running into the room I have slept in for a few days I take a brisk shower and change into a black halter top backless dress pairing it with black ankle heels with my hair in a low elegant bun with diamond earrings. I my make-up smokey before heading out to roam around the garden for a breather to clear my head.
"Princess Octavia" a guard comes up to me.
"How can I help you" I force a tight smile and straighten my back with my arms fluffing down my dress.
"Her majesty said for you and Prince Nicholas to familiarize the town" he bows his head "the Prince is already in the limousine waiting for you" he looks back up.
"I'll be there, but tell the chauffeur of ours that there will be a change of plans" I curtsy and give him a another false smile to hide away my pain.
"Of course" he races down the stairs in a hurry. Taking the steps one at a time with the sound of my heels clicking behind me, exiting the castle I see a carriage being pulled by two horses one of which is mine.
"You suggested this" Prince Nicholas appears from behind me startling me by a little.
"I did, everything seems too modernized so I wanted to take a trip to the past" looking at him blankly I step onto the carriage as elegantly as possible without tripping followed by him as he plops down next to me. The smell of his cologne envelopes me in a hug comforting me just by two percent unlike Christian who could calm me down with a single hug. I miss him.
"I really wish you could forgive me" Nicholas sighs.
"But we both know it's not going to happen" I tell him coldly as our carriage starts to move, he opens his mouth to say more but nothing comes out. We pass by civilians waving at them and giving toothy grins but with the dimples showing as the man or should I say traitor sitting beside me smiles I can't help but remember the smile of the one truly has my heart...
Octavia's gown:
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