Destiny Rewritten

Chapter 11

Ana didn't want to go much into details. She said she'd like to bring me more information once she knew the severity of the threat. For about 10 minutes we sat in silence as we ate the main course of the night.

Ana kept a still composure. She ate her dinner nonchalantly. I tried to look for any cues. A bead of sweat or increase in her breath rate.

"Am I in immediate danger?" I asked.

"No." Tristan answered.

"Of course not Princess." Ana said

"Why is The Order meeting without me? Isn't The Order's purpose to protect me and make sure I fulfill my duty?" I asked.

"It's too early my dear. I promise when the opportunity presents itself. You will have the space and time to say what you need to. There are matters that you do not need to worry about at the moment." She answered. She quietly finished her food and took a sip from her wine glass.

I looked at Tristan. It seemed he could sense my worry and hesitation. He discreetly gave my hand a quick light squeeze and proceeded to finish his food.

Ana quickly flashes a glance at Tristan. She grabs her dinner napkin and wipes her mouth, laying it on the table. She rises from her chair and curtseys toward me. "Princess, I'm to retire. Have a pleasant night. We will discuss more tomorrow. Tristan, a word please."

"Of course. Goodnight Princess" he said bowing before he leaves the room.

I sat in silence. The unsteady aura plaguing the room. Eventually, I lost interest in finishing my dinner. I couldn't help but be worried with being kept in the dark on certain events.

My muscles felt tense and rigid. A huge headache subsequently followed. Closing my bathroom door behind me, I quickly enter my warm steamy shower for some temporary relief. So much had gone on today. My "date" with Tristan. Alissa's sudden appearance and our fight. Ana's secretive behavior. There was so much to take in today. The weight of it all was something I was not interested in pick at today, so I decided it was best to close my eyes and try to rest.

The following morning, or should I say afternoon rolled around quickly. Once I woke up, I was pleasantly surprised with tray of breakfast on my small end table next to my bed.

Come find me when you're ready. Practice ASAP

I groan. My muscles were not happy with yesterday's intensive workout. Tristan insisted that it would be in my best interest to train at least 5 days out of the week. I only get 2 days of break. I take my sweet time getting ready and eating breakfast. It was cold, but it was my fault for waking up so late. Yesterday was a bit intense. It was probably best to get as much sleep to muster up enough energy for today.

The next 2 weeks flew by. I hadn't heard back from Alissa. It wasn't until those 14 days with no message or call from her that the gravity of the situation had hit me. Honestly, it worried me. She was the one person who I was happy to call my best friend. Maybe I should reach out to her?

Tristan and I bonded even more. Not only was I stressed over my relationship with Alissa, I was identifying my feelings and connection with Tristan. He had taken me out shopping, sightseeing and one or two dinner "dates". I say "dates" since it was just us. I'm not sure what else to call it. What do you call the feeling of dread when you're disappointed that they aren't the first person you see when you wake up? The fluttering in your stomach when they look at you? The moment when your heart rate picks up if they touch you? Part of me wanted to dismiss it all. To keep it professional. Would my role in Camelot allow for a relationship with him? What exactly did I want and feel?