Quinn Wason, princess of Luithant, holds in her blood half-witch and a half-royalty. For years witches were forced to be shut about their powers, or else they'll be banned from the kingdom.
Her Father, King of Luithent orders her to conform to a ch...
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I released a breath didn't realise I was holding. I glanced around to see if I was out of his sights. Visitors came greeting him, resulting for him to halt, but that didn't stop him from peeking between people's heads to see where I stood. I rolled my eyes before landing them on the grand buffet being led by Bella.
They tasked the plates at the left as they placed the food from where they stood to the right end. The food filled the board, leaving only the golden hem of the table cover to be seen. The smell of the beef kept rushing through my nostrils, driving me more nauseous.
The maids kept running from their places to the kitchen, as the princes were chitchatting above the classical music that was being played by a group of musicians. I walked to Bella, leaning on the long table above the strong, smelly beef. I waved for her to come close.
"You have chocolate?" I demanded, holding my mask firmly near my face. Bella chuckled silently, "Why's that?"
"The Queen says it has powers to make you less anxious, and I need it right now."
"So, trouble in paradise, your majesty?" She asked searching down for her pocket to hand me a block of chocolate. I winced at her for even considering the Prince close to any paradise.
"If it was near paradise, I wouldn't be running away from it." I shrugged and took a big bite of the tasty sweet. She giggled before her eyes widen at someone behind me. I arched my eyebrow as if to inquire who it was, but I already knew as the temperature of my fists went cold.
"Bonsoir, ma princesse. Were you running from me?"
Once the voice reached my ears, I unknowingly bite my tongue. I flinched before turning around, immediately grasping the piece of chocolate behind my back, making a sign for Bella to take it. I smiled at him when I felt the bar out of my grips.
'Remember our plan.' I recalled my mother whispering to me.
'Our plan... Yes, the plan!' I wiped my sweaty palms on my dress.
"Shouldn't you say Bonne nuit? Dear Matt?" I replied, still forcing a beam. He laughed, thinking it was a joke.
He bowed like a gentleman before picking my hand up and smacks it, leaving a trace of saliva. I cringed, sensing icy shivers surging through my body.
I forced a smile instantly as his eyes came up to meet mine.
'Our father made you do it.' A voice spat in my ear.
My eyes open wide to search for the person who owned that voice, "Fiona?"
Matt furrows his brows at me.
"Who's Fiona?"
I laughed awkwardly as I snatched my hands from his firm grasp.
"Oh! One of our maids I just remembered to tell her something, but it's fine, nothing important." I answered, waving it off.
