Our Life Together

Chapter Nine

I pound on the wooden doors that stand tall in front of me. The sound of my fists hitting the wooden door echoes down the hallway. I can feel the anger that is radiating off of me. It is strong and ready to kill. When the door opens, Mrs. Stephens has a smile on her face that seems so gentle and kind that it is unnatural.

"Princess Celia, what an honor to see you," she says while leaning over a little in an attempt of a bow. I smirk at her and arch my eyebrows. The smile becomes a little duller as her face is coated with concern. It is a face I am fimiliar with due to my mother. I've received it for every scraped knee and, lately, every twisted ankle. "Is there something wrong, princess?" she asks. I snort a little before replying.

"Cut the crap, Regina. I know you did it," I spit. Her eyebrows join in confusion. A try my hardest not to roll my eyes and smack her in attempt to release all of the built up anger in the last twenty four hours due to her and her son. My hands form fists on my side but I pinch the skin of my palms to will it back down.

"I am afraid I don't understand. Do you mind explaining to me what you are talking about?" she asks. I stare into her eyes. The hazel color has a glint of something I cannot decipher. Due to how unfamiliar I am with her, I cannot tell wether it is happiness, despair, or pure evil. The part of me deep down inside that is a bomb about to explode wants to go with the latter.

"I'm talking about the letter that was under the doors of all the Italian vistor's rooms," I say. She tilts her head to the side like a dog does. I cross my arms over my chest and shift my weight so most of it is on my right leg while the left one is sticking out in front of me.

"I am afraid you are going to have to be a little more specific than that," she says. Now is the time that I suddenly regret snapping at one of my closest friends. I wish I had not gotten mad at Natalia or at least reacted the way I had. I should have taken the letter and then came down her nonviolently.

"I'm pretty sure you know what it was about. It was basically trashing my family and friends. It talked about the mistakes that have been made over the years, the big ones that could cause some serious problems. Problems for my family. For me. And now for your family and your son," I explain. There is a dangerous sound to my voice. It almost resembles the sharpening of a weapon of tones.

"Princess Celia, I'm very sorry but you have the wrong person. If you don't mind please leave me alone," she says shortly before slamming the door in my face. I gasp and turn around to look to see if anyone else saw it. The only person there, though, is Natalia who probably saw the whole thing. She has a shocked look on her face, too. I begin to walk towards her.

"Celia, I'm afraid to say it but I think you are in for it," she says, pointing to the brunette walking down the hallway towards the stairs that lead downstairs. I moan and place a hand on my forehead and rub my temples.

"Did Teegan see it all?" I ask. Natalia nods. I slap myself in my head because I can already guess where she would be going. She is telling her younger brother.

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"Celia! I cannot believe you!" a furious voice says after the wooden doors to our bedroom slam closed. Anger is wrote all over the handsome face. This could possibly be worse than what happened yesterday.

"Yeah, well, believe it," I mumble before turning another page in my book. He stops at the foot of our bed with his arms crossed and I swear I could see flames flaring up in his eyes. The way they stare at me see like pitchforks about to stab into a hideous beast.

"And you know what? Teegan was the one who had to bring it up. Your father and I were in another meeting with the Italian king and Princeton and she came to talk to me. I overheard Teegan apalogizing for what our mother apparently did. When I asked to talk to her she told me that she heard you two talking about it, nothing about hearing it from our mother," he says. His eyes are begging for me to explain.

"Well, you know what? She has been wrecking things ever since she arrived. And one of my closest friends brings me a letter full of things that my family, who I overheard her talking about earlier, had messed up on I automatically assume it was her," I explain. He jerks around and walks over to the table and leans on a chair with his back to me. I get out of the bed, plaving my book on the bedside table, and walk to the foot of the bed where he was minutes before and lean my back on it.

"Celia, why do you want to blaim it all on my mother? It is not her fault that your family made all of those silly mistakes. She was not the one who forced King Clarkson to beat your father. She wasn't the one who made Marlee or Queen America sleep with guards. She didn't do any of that. It was your own family's stupidity," he says. I roll my eyes and my hands ball up into fists.

"Everyone makes mistakes. You know that perfectly well. But, she does not have to go around making sure everyone in the palace knows it," I spit. He urns around and he has a foreighn, alkmost wild, look in his eye. I tilt my head a little to the right as I silently ask for him to make a comeback.

"Well, if your family is so close to Italy there shouldn't be any problem about them finding out," he says. I shake my head as I realize that it doesn't matter that it was Italy and my family's friends found out. We were actually lucky it did happen when the Italians were here.

"It doesn't matter how close we are. In fact, the Italian royal family already know about it. Princeton's family does not, though. We can smooth it over with them. It is just a good thing that it was not some group that we aren't close to, that our hopes of a close relationship would be destroyed," I say. He shakes his head with a confused look on his face.

"Then why are we fighting about this?" he asks. I shake my head and shrug, not really sure how to say I was spying on your mother and sisters who were talking about not liking who you married.

"I happened to overhear your mother and sisters talking about how your mother is not a huge fan of you being here. She still wants you at home. And I believe there were also mentions of her not liking my family. Your sisters also pointed out that we were made of money which will help us all," I explain. His head falls backward as if he was about to laugh.

"So you were spying on my family? Unbelievable. Although considering your recent actions, I would believe it," he says. He walks towards the door and puts his hands around the handle.

"Flynn! I can explain," I say. He shakes his head and turns the handle. He walks out and right before he shuts it he looks back in and gives me a chance to observe his features. His face no longer seems to be radiating anger. Instead, now it looks like disappointment and pain. When he slams the door something takes over me and before I know what I'm doing, I have picked up a one-of-a-kind vase and thrown it at the door. I don't realize what I've done until I see all of the little pieces of painted glass on the ground.

It reminds me of what is happening to my marriage.

And end of chapter! Don't worry! This is the authors note. Sorry for the confussion last time... I should have put it in italics or something too... I'm sorry it took a little longer than usual. I didn't really feel like writing. I was trying to hurry to post it so editing is not the greatest...  So, comments and votes please!

And I wasn't really sure about Mrs. Stephen's first name... I was watching Once Upon A Time while I was writing this and I had typed in Cut the crap, and trying to come up with a name. Then, someone said "Cut the Crap, Regina." and I was just like "I'll call her Regina!"

Disclaimer: Kiera Cass owns The Seection. I only own the copies of books that are on my bookshelf... And the giant stacks of them in my closet... And the large stack next to me on my desk...