Desire |✔️

Chapter 19: Choice

Third person POV:

Guards and search teams were looking for the runaway princess but had not found her yet. Theo refused to give up. He, along with his men searched every possible place she could be but to no avail.

Where could she possibly be? Theo thought to himself.

Then it struck him. They have looked everywhere but that place and that is where she might be.

At the king and princes' graves.

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The thirteen year old girl with a drenched face touched the foot of her brother's grave, Henry. Smiling sadly, she came to her knees on the cold tiles of the tomb.

"Hey there brother. It's been a while!" She said imagining how her brother's reaction would be whenever they would meet after a long gap.

"You know I've finally learnt knitting." She said proudly. "Remember how you would tell me that it was your 'greatest wish' to be able to wear a sweater knitted by me." She chuckled at the memory.

Their mother would knit for them warm sweaters, scarfs, socks and hats. Even though they could get that already, but the thought that their mother made it for them made it even more special.

Henry would tease Dahlia that she can't knit whereas their mother and Alana could.

"Even though Alana had learnt that at the age of ten. But still you just couldn't stop teasing me." She playfully complained while staring at her brother's grave.

Then she looked down at her bag and took out the sweater that she knitted for Henry.

"I m-made this for you." She cried. And then chuckled at the irony of life. "See how when I could not knit you were there and now that I can...you are not there anymore."

She began sobbing. Then she lifted her head and looked at her father's grave which was beside Henry's. She stood up and walked over to it.

"Hello father." She whispered. "Our f-family is so incomplete without you. Ever since you left everything has been a disaster. Everything is so messed up. I-I know that you just wanted to train you children to be perfect and achieve the best as all parents do. But I g-guess you..." She kept her head down in respect and rubbed her palms together.

They could never in a million years imagine to be disrespectful towards their father. Not only because they loved him but because they feared his wrath. He was short tempered. A trait Nickolas had inherited from his father.

Dahlia sighed." I guess you forgot to connect with your children. You forgot to show them how much you loved them. And that would truly hurt all of us. Especially Ni- your son" she refused to take his name.

"He truly did and still does love you a lot. Even though you were so harsh to him."

Then muttered. "I wish you could understand your children father."

Then she turned to Xavier whose grave was the newest in all three.

She walked towards it and blankly stared at the tombstone. A few seconds passed. A minute. Two minutes. She just stared.

"Missed me?" She said with sadness and anger. that's how Xavier would greet when he'd come back from training for holidays.

"I'm sure you did. And I hope you're having fun with father and Henry up there. Not realising how much you are missed." She said letting all her anger get the best of her.

"Why Xavier? Why did you have to leave?" She frowned at the tombstone.

Suddenly the event of Xavier's death replayed in her mind and she winced at the thought.