A Prince's Love

Chapter 40

*Unedited* (Laziness is good for the soul)

Danny

Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock.

Anger runs through my veins and I grab the stupid alarm clock, hurling it at the wall across from me. The impact caused it to break apart and fall, and I let out a groan.

I've been in my room all morning, I skipped breakfast and I don't plan on eating lunch. I  didn't even sleep a wink last night. How could I after what I did to her? I saw her heart break right in front of my eyes and it broke my heart. She looked like I shot her and when she passed out, I felt so much pain, so much sadness, and so much guilt. And the fact that my father wouldn't let me tend to her but rather forced me to kiss Afia, further proves to me how cruel he really is. 

Seeing Maadwoa cry took me back to the first day I met her. She was crying because of her aunt, but now she was crying over me. Because of me. It's all my fault, I did that to her. It was never my intention to hurt her the way I did. I just wanted to keep her safe and make her happy, that's all. But of course, I failed. I'm a failure, even my parents think so.

When we came back home yesterday, they scolded me for my 'atrocious display' when I tried to see if Maadwoa was okay. They said that I embarrassed them by doing that and someone of my caliber should not even be worried about a measly villager. Of course, everything they said just went into one ear and flew out the other; I was preoccupied thinking about the tears that were endlessly streaming down Maadwoa's face. 

After their pointless lecture, they threw my phone back at me with a laugh. They said that it doesn't matter if I have my phone or not anymore because Maadwoa would be signing a death note if she were to still communicate with me after learning about the betrothal. I know why they gave me the phone; they want me to suffer by calling her and getting sent to voicemail.

So that's what I did: I called and texted her all of yesterday, but she ignored all of them. I probably left 45 voicemails and sent 80 texts, but to no avail, so I just let her be for the rest of the day. I can't begin to imagine what she must be going through right now and since I am the cause of all of this, the least I could do is give her space. But giving her space is hurting me so much, I just want to talk to her, hear her voice, tell her that I only care about her. That might make me selfish but I can't help it.

A knock on my door pulls me out of my thoughts. I look up and glare at the door, as if me and the door had some kind of beef.

"Who is it?" I question harshly.

"Your Highness, it's Esther." her quiet voice says.

I sigh, feeling bad for being so aggressive. "Sorry Esther. Please come in."

She slowly opens the door, closing it behind her. She bows her head.

"Your Highness, lunch is ready. Please, come down and eat." 

"I'm not hungry." I murmur.

"Please, it's red-red, and I know you love that. Moreover, you did not eat breakfast." she pleads, lifting her head.

"I really appreciate it Esther but I don't think I can eat right now." 

She sighs, realizing I won't eat. She's aware of what happened yesterday and she's been giving me apologetic looks since yesterday, trying to pamper me more than usual, but I didn't want to be pampered. I don't deserve it.

"My prince, it appears you need to talk to someone. I can offer you my ears if you'd like." she suggests with a small smile.

Esther is such a great listener. Even if she doesn't speak, talking to her really just calms me down. I frown with a nod, and she sits next to me on the edge of the bed.