Sixty Seven

“I still don’t understand it”, I confess, wiping away a tear. “We had gone from loving and intimate to….I don’t know. He hates me”.

Mila gasps. “My lady, don’t say that. I am sure the prince doesn’t hate you. He might be mad but he certainly doesn’t hate you”.

My scratchy eyes are fixed on the door. Sia had left me, and I broke down. Mila came in a moment later with my dress for the Claiming and when she saw me, she threw it in a corner, and gathered all the tissues she could find.

“You’re just saying that to make me feel better”, I say sniffling.

His words had destroyed me.Sia had called me stupid, insatiable and insane. He had said it on a more complex term but I understood it all the same. The realization makes me start crying. Mila hands me the tissues, patting my back awkwardly. I don’t blame her for being so uncomfortable. She is being forced to make me feel better.

“You don’t have to lie to me Mila. He does hate me. Oh Mila, what am I do to now?”.

“Stop crying”.

I just st