The Chosen [COMPLETED]

Chapter 15

Prince Easton was waiting for me when I arrived at the palace. August grabbed my bags and gave me and Easton space.

"I'm so sorry about your brother." He pulled me close to him, and rested his chin on the top of my head. 

"I would have been at the funeral, but my father wouldn't let me." King Clarkson hated me, I was not surprised he was not allowed to come. We walked up towards my room. 

"I was going to go see the girls at the lounge," I said. Easton walked me to the lounge and opened the doors for me. 

I walked in and everyone came over to see me. They all wanted to know if I was fine, and how sorry they were. I found Farley standing near the back of the crowd I pushed through everyone and made my way to her. 

"I am so sorry." She cried. 

"How are you doing?" 

"I'm doing alright. What happened while I was gone?" Her face turned serious and she offered to sit down. 

"There was another attack." Attacks at the palace no longer surprised me. 

"Was anyone hurt?" Farley shook her head. 

"But three girls went home" Now we were down to twenty-one girls left. It was starting to feel more competitive. 

"I am going to see how badly my room was hit," I said, standing up.

August was not outside of my room when I got there. Instead, he was inside helping my maids clean my room. Easton was also in there making small talk with them. Amy was the first to notice me standing there. 

"Miss we were just cleaning up." She said quietly. I smiled, then looked around at what my room had become. It was not as bad anymore, but I could tell my whole room had been trashed. I helped them reorganize my room back the way it was. The rebels only took a few books that the palace had in here.

Once we were done, my maids left to go do some other work, and I was left alone with August and Easton. I knew that both wanted to be alone with me. 

"Officer, you are free to go," Easton said, asking August to leave. August left my room, leaving just me and Prince Easton alone. 

"Did you enjoy being home for a few days?" Easton asked. I nodded my head.

"I got to see my mother and sister." 

"Did you see any old friends?" I shook my head. I didn't want to tell him that I had no friends.

Do you have any old boyfriends that I should be worried about?" He joked. I shook my head. 

"How does a beautiful girl like you not have a boyfriend?" He asked. I felt my stomach getting tight as I thought about August. 

"I never really thought I needed one." I shrugged. 

"What about now?" I didn't know what I would call us. It was all for entertainment. We have kissed once, and that was it.

"Why are you asking so many questions?" I asked, changing the subject. 

"Fine, we can continue this later." 

Easton sat close to me and put one arm around my shoulder. I leaned in close to him, resting my head on his shoulder. We sat there quietly, as Prince Easton combed his fingers through my lose hair. 

"I meant what I said about you being beautiful," Easton said. 

"I know." He kissed my forehead. I was worried about doing this with Prince Easton.

 I sat up and faced Easton. We stared into each other's eyes for a minute before he leaned in to kiss me. For some reason, I felt guild build up in my body. I had to push past it and keep kissing Easton. Kissing Easton did not feel the same as kissing August. Part of me knew I had made a big mistake being with August.

Easton moved from my lips to my neck, then back to my lips. It was hard to make myself forget about August. I kept picturing myself kissing August instead of Easton. Easton stopped kissing me and looked into my eyes. 

"I don't want to ruin this, but I have to tell you something." I straightened myself out and let him talk. 

"Please stay calm and don't say anything until I am finished." He instructed. 

"You know how my father is not fond of you?" I nodded my head slowly. Hearing him talk about King Clarkson made me even more nervous. 

"He wants me to tell you that you need to go home since you had told him that you would be leaving." I opened my mouth to speak, but Easton kept talking.

"I fought with him for a while. I told him that you would not get in his way anymore." He took a deep breath. "But he didn't listen to me." 

I sat there, taking in what I had just been told. I knew King Clarkson didn't like me but was he able to send me home? 

"I would like to speak with him," I said after a long silence. 

"I know you are mad. I want you to stay, but I don't think he would listen to you. I will keep talking to my father." Easton begged. I shook my head. 

"I want to talk with him," I repeated. 

"Megan, I don't think that is a good idea." I wasn't listening to Easton anymore. I stood up and slowly starting making my way to the door. Easton got up and stepped in front of me.

"Megan, I can't let you do this," He said. 

"I need to speak to your father," I pleaded. "Please" Easton stood in front of me for a moment debating what he was going to do. Eventually, he moved out of my way. I walked into the hallway and Easton lead me to the King's office. 

He stopped outside of a large set of brown double doors.

"Are you sure you want to do this? You know he is good at arguing." 

"I'm sure." Easton opened the doors and walked in. King Clarkson was sitting at a large desk sorting through a large pile of papers. King Clarkson looked up at the two of us when we walked in. 

"Father, Miss Beckett would like to speak with you for a moment."I could hear a small tremble in Easton's voice. The king stood up and came over to where I was standing. 

"Do we have a problem?" He asked me.

"You should not get to decide who stays and goes. This is Easton's Queenstrial." I said forcefully. King Clarkson sighed. 

"I see you told her." He said to Easton. Easton gave a small nod. 

"You are correct, but you were very disrespectful to your KIng. I think that gives me a say in something. After all, I am his father. I have to teach him what is best for himself, and the future of Avalon." I kept my eyes glued to the King. 

"I understand, but what I told Prince Easton the other day, was an inference. But you have not shown me that you may not be a dictator." King Clarkson stiffened when I was done.

"Get this girl out of my palace." The King ordered to an officer, standing in the corner. The officer walked over to me and grabbed my arm. 

"Wait," Easton shouted. King Clarkson turned to face his son. 

"Does she have to go?" Easton asked. 

"You don't have to do this," I said. 

"But you have done nothing wrong. This is all my fault." He cried. "I gave you the book. I told my father what you told me." I felt the grip on the officers hand loosen. 

"Just let her stay. I promise she won't get in your way anymore." King Clarkson faced me, and I agreed with Easton. 

"As long as you promise not to be a nuisance around here anymore." I nodded quickly. King Clarkson gave a small nod to the officer and I felt the officer release his grip of me.