Who Made Me A Princess Oneshots

missing you ; chapter 8

  "U-Um, I-"

  "Oh, you think so, Mr White?" Dad said, cutting me off as he raised his eyebrows. "N-No, your majesty, I'd just thought that he'd be a good candidate as her partner."

  Mr White's expression went pale as a sheet- anxious as sweat dotted his forehead. Gosh, he must have been scared. I heaved a sigh of relief, looking to Daddy as he put down his utensils.

"Well, just today morning, she'd told me she's taken a liking to her playmate, the young magician- what was his name? Ah— Lucas."

Jennette's head lifted up, surprised as Mr White's face turned redder— how disappointed he was to not be the father-in-law of the Princess of Obelia.

God, I wanted to hide my face- of all people's Dad would tell one, my sister— and two, the guy who'd wanted me to get together with his son that I'd liked my best friend.

Was Dad's EQ really low?

I buried my face in my hands, groaning, but I couldn't blame him— Dad had saved me from answering the question myself.

I looked to him and mouthed a, "thank you, I love you Dad!" as we continued to eat. The tension soon hung in the air as the awkward silence could be cut with a knife.

"Anyway, I would like to thank the young lady for saving me that day," Dad said. "So, please eat up." Dad had been polite, gentle and yet cold at the same time— he was being, well, himself. Yet before I knew it, Dad had already finished his food- almost everyone had. And I was left with the freshly grilled chicken on my plate, hot and juicy. It had been delicious- but I'd had an extra sweet tooth that day.

"Thank you, your majesty!" Jennette smiled brightly- gosh, I loved her smiles.

"Your majesty, I have been meaning to tell you something," said Mr White. This was the moment- the moment of truth to find out if Dad would abandon me for Jennette. As much as I loved her, I loved my life too— loved everything that was going on.

"This maiden, is your daughter."

My eyes seemed to go a little frightened— how would Dad react?

  "This is your oldest daughter, Jennette. As you can see, she has your eyes, and Penelope's hair." I was confused then. Oldest? I'd really changed the storyboard lots.

  But Dad's next move surprised me— nothing like that happened in the book. It was a different person by now. Claude wasn't the same cold, heartless brutal killer anymore. He was a loving father.

  My loving father.

  "Oh, you must be my son then, right? The knight over there must be my father— oh, please don't kid me, Mr White," scoffed Claude. "I only have one child, you fool. That wench seduced my brother— why would I have a child with her?"

  Oh, right. It was then I suddenly remembered- Jennette wasn't my sister. She was my cousin. Born artificially with black magic- but a failed attempt at getting the throne. She didn't inherit any magical powers.

  Jennette had been quiet the whole while.

  "But, your majesty, please hear me out," Mr White seemed more desperate by the moment. Poor Jennette had been sitting there, unable to speak a word. "You fool, please do not give me this bullcrap, you are even making the girl uncomfortable!" Dad exclaimed- raised his voice yet not to an angry tone yet.

  However, I was surprised- the ever so heartless Claude De Alger Obelia was caring for someone he'd barely met.

  "If that's all you came here for, Mr White," he sighed, pointing to the big, palace doors. "Please make your way out."