The Princess

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔗𝔴𝔬

"Haha, I knew you would come." I laughed louder than the sound of the waves surrounding us.

"Keira, it's four in the morning, for God's sake." Oliver waved his hands. His brown eyes were slightly swollen and dull. I know, I know it's not normal to get someone out of bed at four in the morning. I guess that I should also be asleep in my house right now. "Why did you call? Has something happened?"

I sat down on the white sand and looked out over the sea. Oliver sat down next to me and took my hand. "I don't know." I sighed. I looked at the setting moon. "I have a strange feeling."

"A strange feeling?"

"I don't know how to explain it. I feel such a void in my consciousness." It sounded dumb, but that's how I felt right now. "As if someone had taken something important from me."

"Have you talked to Michael and Rosalin about this?" Oliver asked, and I shook my head quickly. "I really don't know what to tell you. Can you tell something more about this feeling?"

I couldn't tell him about who I really am and that my father and brother are still alive. It would just blow my cover off and this calm life would end rapidly. Oliver had my trust, but trust isn't enough to share all of my secrets with him. Some things are better left as secrets.

"It's similar feeling to the one I had when I lost mom and dad." I partly lied. Partly because I have the exact same feeling that I had when my mother died. Something didn't seem right. Phillip would usually write a message to me once a day. He didn't do it yesterday.

Maybe he was too busy. Being a crown prince doesn't seem to be easy. I think it is meaningless to worry so much.

"Are we going to stay here or take a walk? Maybe we can talk about something that will disturb your thoughts?" Ollie asked.

"Yeah," I replied with a dry tone and stood up from the sand. I began to shake off the grains from my jeans and waited for Oliver to stand up from his position. 

We started walking along the seashore. The waves were collecting and throwing new shells ashore. You could hear small pebbles hitting other stones. It was a sound like such a pleasant and reassuring clicking sound. Hearing this sound made it possible to break away from the reality for a moment. I looked at the glowing sky reflecting on the water.

"What do you think about right now?" Ollie asked calmly.  I looked at his olive skin and his brown curly hair. "I do not know." I smiled slightly and looked down. I definitely blushed, I felt my cheeks become warm. For sure they were red. 

I felt something for him. It was more than friendship. But I couldn't be with him. If I go back to Astoria, I won't be able to be with him. Royal life would destroy him. Oliver, too, saw nothing more in me than a friend. Whenever someone asked him about us he would always say "she's just a friend."

"You're blushing again. You're hiding something." He laughed. 

"I'm thinking about my mom. I don't have many memories with her." I said. "But every one I have, I value highly."

I really want to keep these memories just to myself. They are sacred to me. I know some people like to talk about the dead to keep they presence alive. It never worked for me. Each time I tried to talk about her I would always remind myself that she isn't alive. This was the feeling I didn't want to have. It had such a negative impact on my emotions. 

"You've never talked about her. Can you tell me about her?" Oliver asked. I hesitated for a moment. I didn't know what to say about her. I cannot say that she was one of the best queens of Astoria. Then I would tell him directly who I really am.