Chapter 156Jade pleaded with me to reconsider my decision, I could feel my resolve weakening. His words echoed in my mind, reminding me of the love and happiness I had shared with Reuben. But deep down, I knew that returning to the palace was not the right path for me or my child."Jade, please understand," I pleaded, my voice trembling. "I can't go back. I can't live a life that isn't true to myself. And I can't bear to grow up in a world of duty and tradition."Jade's eyes filled with tears, and he reached out to gently touch my arm. "Naomi, I can't force you to do anything you don't want to do. But please, consider the consequences of your decision. Reuben loves you, and he wants to be a part of your life."I nodded, my heart heavy with the weight of my choices. "I understand, Jade. But for now, I need to do what I believe is best for myself and Please, respect my decision and don't come back."Jade's expression was filled with a mix of sadness and understanding. He nodded slowly,
The events of the past few hours came rushing back to me, and I felt a wave of fear wash over me. Demetrius had captured me once again, and I was at his mercy.Before I could gather my thoughts, the sound of the door creaking open filled the room. Demetrius stepped in, his eyes filled with a sadistic gleam. My heart pounded in my chest as he approached me, his presence filling the room with a suffocating aura."Well, well, well," Demetrius sneered, his voice dripping with malice. "Look who's finally awake. Did you miss me, Naomi?"I shrank back, trying to create as much distance between us as possible. "Demetrius, please, let me go. I beg you. There's nothing between us. I want to be free."Demetrius chuckled darkly, his voice laced with contempt. "Oh, Naomi, you always did know how to make me laugh. But you see, you're mine now. And I won't let you slip away again."Tears welled up in my eyes as I pleaded with him, my voice trembling. "Please, Demetrius, I'm begging you. Think of the
lThe weight of Demetrius's words hit me like a ton of bricks. My heart raced, and a sense of dread settled in the pit of my stomach. I couldn't believe what I had just revealed to him in my moment of desperation. I had unknowingly given him a weapon to use against me and Reuben."You can't be serious," I whispered, my voice trembling. "You wouldn't stoop so low as to deceive the Queen and claim my child as your own."Demetrius's smile widened, his eyes gleaming with malicious delight. "Oh, but I would, Naomi. I would do anything to secure my place on the throne. And what better way than to present the Queen with an heir, one that she believes is mine."Tears welled up in my eyes as I realized the extent of Demetrius's wickedness. He was willing to manipulate everyone, even his own mother, just to fulfill his lust for power."But the Queen will see through your lies," I pleaded, my voice barely above a whisper. "She knows the truth, and she will never accept you as the rightful King."
"Prince Reuben was spotted this afternoon at a French restaurant with Hollywood girlfriend Ava Stones," the news reports.My sister Salie bites into an apple. "Wasn't he with Janelle Mendoza last week?""He changes them like he changes his clothes," Father comments casually, flipping through the newspaper in his lap.Salie shakes her head disapprovingly. "I would pay anything to take him off the TV screen permanently.""Let's be real; you know that's not possible," I say, breaking the silence.As much as I hate to admit it, the royal family pretty much rules the world right now, and Reuben Knight isn't just any royal; he's the destined heir."What?" She shrugs. "We're members of the royal family too, but you don't see us making a mess everywhere we go.""Ex-royals," Mom corrects as she enters the living room with a tray of apples in her arms. "We have long since lost our footing in the royal family, and it is time to move on."Ouch.It hurts to admit it out loud, but it's true.Mom is
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'm clocking out," I announce."Naomi," my mother runs out of the kitchen wearing an apron."You and Salie have to buy me things at the supermarket.""NO." Salie and I scream at the same time.Mom is shocked: "What's wrong with you two?" She asks."Tell Salie to do it; her legs probably run faster than her mouth," I say, and Salie's mouth drops open. I ignore her and head for the door.As soon as I leave the bakery, the cold wind attacks me; I breathe in and out sharply. To be honest, I don't know why I'm acting this way. Based on Reuben's reaction, I wasn't what he expected, but wasn't that what I wanted? For some reason, it burned, but only a little.I don't want to go home because if I saw Salie again I would remember everything, and right now I just wanted to forget.I took out my phone and dialed my best friend's number, which she picked up in seconds."I thought I'd never hear from you again," Aleah exclaimed. We haven't spoken in a while, and it was my fault."Sorry, I've been
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’ve spent a week in this palace, and I still can’t get used to their way of waking me up.“Is the drum supposed to be an alarm or something?” I ask, getting up from bed irritated.“I’m sorry, ma’am, but these are the Queen’s orders,” Martha says, bowing her head apologetically.For the first time, I felt the need to sit on that throne. I can’t wait to take her crown and place and finally put her where she belongs. Too bad there’s still a long way to go.“Where is the king?” I wonder out loud.“Forgive me, my lady,” Martha begins, and I know she wants to scold me again, but in the most polite way possible. “But it is forbidden to speak of the king. Please don’t ask any more questions regarding the king in the future.”What an exaggerated response. I sometimes wonder if people here even touch grass; they act like it’s the Middle Ages.“Okay,” I nod in response and head towards the bathroom when Martha blocks my path.“Today there will be a small gathering to celebrate the return of Pri