A Princess For Christmas (Of The Dreams We Seek)

Four

For some reason Callahan was smiling after reading the mail. Why on earth a person who hates him will ask answers from him? Was it a mere mistake? He wondered. 

Unfortunately, he doesn't have her number. And it was almost twelve he doesn't know if she was awake or she was comatose as before. But calling her would be fun at the middle just to see what it does to her.

 He saw her sister's sleeping form beside him. Probably she has it. She is a die-hard fan there is no way his little sister would have let go of such a unique opportunity of having her number. 

But he knew his sister is a little too clever for her own age so, he instantly given up the idea of snooping up through her phone. And decided to reply to her email, which he still thinks was very much accidental. 

There is no way Miss Avni can send him a mail if she was alive and working. So, he took his time and wrote a painstakingly short reply, a very short but effective one.

Why don't you try Diplomacy next time you meet that person, maybe you can a thing or two about the International policies of not offending any person.

As the little round dots stopped running into circle and his screen showed the word delivered. He found an oddly satisfying smile gracing his face for the reasons very unknown to him. 

He was just so much confused to why he was emailing her in middle of the night when he should be preparing himself for something like his meeting with prime minister. It was due for a little too long now. 

And after his father's death last year he wasn't in any position of meeting anyone. It had hit him harder than it should have. Even after all that he had gone through because of him, he still took it harder than intended to.

 And then there is this girl about whom he didn't wanted to think at all but he is now. He remembered the concerned that was lined over the doctors faces. The blood work did show something it shouldn't have.

 And he was still thinking about it. But not only that but her question was haunting him. One question that he cannot answer right away, because it wasn't a diplomatic one. 

For the first time in his life someone made him think about what he was doping for himself rather than what he was doing for his country, or his family. As a leader he was always taught that his country and his people were his first priority but to which extent it should be his priority?

"What do you expect from yourself Your highness?"

It was rather a very simple question indeed. Too simple actually. What does he expect for himself? One question he found unable to answer. Perhaps he cannot answer it himself. Because all his twenty-one years of life he never really thought about it. 

Maybe he didn't need to, no he never did need to think about his life before this. It was planned from the day he entered that castle. Every single thing he did was carefully laid into a schedule. Nothing he did was ever not planned and perfected, all his meals, all his entertainment, his trips, his studies, every single thing he did was well planned and well executed. 

He stopped making plans for himself in so long, he has forgotten what it is meant to be a person with own will. And when his father died, it all felt into a frenzy. There is no way he can keep up with his life anymore. 

That is why her question was enough to caught him off guard. He simply didn't know what he should say to her, or how he can approach that one particular subject which was his own personal choices.

 "Why when no one managed to catch me off guard Avni, how you managed to do it? Why your words cut too deep inside? I don't want to think about you, but I cannot help it. I cannot help but do the same."