Engaged To The Royal Playboy

The next morning, I woke up, and my mother's words were repeating in my head.How dangerous can the palace be? Mother didn't want to tell us stories about her days at the palace. But by the look on her face whenever a topic about the palace came up, you could tell she didn't have many happy days.I jumped out of bed like a frog and yawned. It's a new day, and luckily, freedom is still mine. I hope they don't show up until I'm thirty, so I can use being a hag as an excuse to get out of this doomed engagement.I'd tell them I have a body count of sixty-five; maybe they will reconsider marrying me to their future king. I mean, who wants a whore for a queen?I stop in front of the mirror and study my reflection. Mercury-red hair falls past my shoulders and splashes into my face. Two piercings on my cone-shaped nose resemble Maleficent's horn, freckle dots scattered across my cheeks and a bird-shaped tattoo on my left arm. Yup, not queen material.Satisfied, I grab my towel and head to the

I was dancing in a garden chasing butterflies when a crashing sound made me jump out of bed bringing my fantasy to an abrupt end.“Good morning, my lady.” Greeted an unfamiliar voice.As if the king-sized bed and antique walls weren’t enough, standing at the edge of the bed was a young girl in a black and white dress carrying a drum.“Who are you?” I asked, looking around the strange room.“I am Martha, your maid, responsible for tending to your needs.”I look at her as if she speaks German. This whole scenario just screams that I may have been kidnapped. I run to the window to escape, but I’m not prepared for what awaits me next. I look out from a very large castle, surrounded by similar structures, all seeming ancient and mystical.The scenes from this morning cloud my memory and everything seems to make sense.“You should get dressed, young lady,” Martha says from behind, “The queen is waiting.”After passing through various corridors and corners, we finally reach the queen’s chamb

I whispered for him to put me down, but he ignored me and carried me straight to my room. Once we arrived, he gently placed me on the bed while Martha watched in amazement from behind. I was just as confused as she was. What had gotten into him? Why was he suddenly being kind? Despite my questions, I was grateful that he had chosen to protect me from his siblings.After settling me on the bed, Reuben took a seat next to me, and I could tell he had something to say. He turned to Martha and demanded a first aid kit, prompting her to quickly leave the room to fulfill his request. I braced myself for what was to come, unsure if it would be good or bad news."First of all, I'm sorry for what happened tonight," he began.But I chose not to accept his apology. "If you hadn't told your mom about me, we wouldn't be in this situation. So, I decline your apology."Reuben didn't seem bothered. "The truth is, I don't care if you accept my apology or not," he replied in his usual arrogant tone.Of

A chilling silence hung in the air, and it was no surprise that my actions caught them off guard. However, I had reached my limit. I was tired of being bullied and insulted to my face. If I didn't stand up for myself now, who knows what they would do next.It only took a few seconds for her to recover from the shock. She got up and wiped the remaining juice off her face."Are you out of your mind?" Belen's harsh tone grabbed my attention, but before I could respond, I felt a slap on my cheek. I didn't need to guess who it came from. Without hesitation, I returned the blow, making sure to gather all the strength within me to leave a mark.Silence fell upon us once again. Blondie blinked, too stunned to speak. Jade got up and approached me. It was clear what her intentions were. As soon as she reached me, she raised her hand to strike, but I caught it mid-air."Don't you dare," I warned, refusing to let go. My grip was so tight that she couldn't break free, no matter how hard she tried.

It had been a whole week since I endured the brutal flogging, and although it took some time for my wounds to heal, the pain was gradually subsiding. The queen had exempted me from attending classes and participating in any activities, confining me to my room for recovery.Giselle made a point to visit me every day, despite my clear indication that I wasn't interested in being friends. I couldn't help but wonder why she persisted in wanting to befriend someone like me. Not that there was anything inherently wrong with me, but the people in this place were not fond of forming close relationships with someone of mixed heritage.Martha informed me that Giselle's father held a prominent position in the royal family as the king's uncle, and he was one of the influential figures who held power. Despite her privileged background, Giselle didn't flaunt it. Martha described her as humble, and even though she associated with Belen and her group, she stood out as someone unique."Mi mi!" Giselle