Arya"Oh, my god," I mumble under my breath.Is this true? Is this really happening? Or this is just a hallucination because I was sick and distressed last night and this is just an aftermath of the emotional suffering I have experienced before?I shake my head and blink rapidly, my hand still wrapped around the doorknob. The voice doesn't speak again, which gives me the idea that hey, maybe it is just an illusion.With a sigh, I open my bedroom door and go inside, confident now that I probably just need some sleep.But then, the yelling in my head starts."Really?" the female voice asks incredulously, like she doesn't grasp how I have the audacity to behave like this, or even the audacity to exist. "Are you really just going to ignore me like that? What an ungrateful human you are."I slam the door in fright at the sudden reappearance of the voice."Arya?" Queen Helena calls from downstairs as she hears the slam. "Is everything okay?"I don't answer. I just run to my bed and push my
AryaArthur and I jump apart from each other, still dazed and feeling the heat from the kiss, only to find the King and Queen standing by the doorway with their mouths wide open.In my head, Ivory is wincing. She even has the nerve to say, “Uh-oh.”I want to tell her to shut up and be quiet, but all I can do is stare at my parents. My face is hot and it feels like my whole body is getting numb, but I still force myself to look them in the eye. Maybe that can help, right? Maybe that can make them think that this isn’t as scandalous as they probably think.But the horrified look in Queen Helena’s eyes tells me otherwise.“What. . . .” she trails off. “What is happening here?”“Your Majesty.” Arthur tries to bow but I can tell that he’s scared too. And who wouldn’t be? King Samuel is glaring at him like he couldn’t wait to get his hands on his neck and strangle him. “I . . . I promise, it’s not what you think. I just thought that I would see her personally since I don’t think I will be a
ArthurI’m losing my mind. Arya’s words are still ringing in my head and no matter what I do, I can’t seem to get it out of my mind.“I am not the King and Queen’s niece. I’m their long lost daughter, and I’m the princess of this kingdom.”I can’t get it out of my head. Her face, her voice, the way she called my name when I left. . . .I know it was probably not wise to leave the King and Queen like that. They might view it as a grave disrespect to their daughter since I outright walked away from her, but how can I stay after that? How can I just sit there and pretend that that was okay?I was lied to. All throughout our relationship, I was lied to. I was led to believe that she was someone else, that I was forming a relationship with someone else, someone who is not destined to take the throne someday.Because that is my fear. Someday taking over and ending up like my father. Power hungry and uncaring, not even giving a single damn about his son. I don’t want to rule anyone. I just w
Arya“Arthur.” I swallow hard. “I’m so sorry.”Arthur just stares at me, combing his hand through his wet hair. There are wet patches on his shirt and I can’t stop thinking about how the fabric clings on his skin. I want nothing more but to get in and touch him, but the serious look in his eyes stops me in my tracks.“What are you doing here?” he asks in a low voice. “How did you get in?”“The maids let me in,” I tell him sincerely. “I promise, I didn’t sneak in.”“Hmm,” is the only thing he says, and he just watches me expectantly as though he’s waiting for me to say something. Something specific. Something that will maybe fix everything.“I’m sorry,” I say, and I have to say that I hate the way my voice cracked. I came here determined to explain everything rationally and without asking for sympathy or an emotional response. But here I am, about to break down. “I really am. I know I should have told you. I should have asked my parents if I can tell you. I just came here to say that .
Arya "Marry . . . me?" I ask. Don't get me wrong. I don't feel bad about that. How can I, when it's Arthur who's asking that from me? I love him and I will do anything for him, and being together for the rest of our lives would mean the world to me. But I still can't believe that I managed to find someone like him. Someone so good and so genuine. Someone that's not like Levi at all. I freeze. Levi? Did I just think that? I try to take back the thread of memories in my head, but it slips away pretty quickly, leaving me with the conclusion that Levi might be the boy in my memories who said some bad stuff to me. It’s all just faraway now. All the feelings seem to be gone. "Yes," Arthur tells me with no hesitation. "I liked you since I first saw you, and my love for you now only grew when I got to know you. I'm sure that I want to spend the rest of my life with you." Tears start to brim around my eyes, and it feels good that this time, it's not because of pain. It's because of the
AryaThe pain is too great for me to bear. I don’t know what’s happening around me anymore, but I do know that I just crashed into what looks like a meeting between Dad and his important people.And by crash, I mean literally crashed into their table.I feel the wooden structure exploding against my back, as well as the shuffle of papers and the crash of coffee cups on the floor. I expect the pain to come but it doesn’t. Instead, I just feel a numb kind of sensation on my back.I have a strong feeling that his otherwise deadly collision against the table is actually cushioned by my prickly fur.The men around me all yell and flinch as I try to straighten up. In my head, I can feel Ivory’s chaotic joy and her immense freedom. I can hear her letting out a long and joyous whoop, which registers as a long and shrill howl that echoed in the tight space.Meanwhile, King Samuel is in great shock. He carefully approaches me as his men press themselves against the wall, trying not to get flatt
AryaSilence. There’s only silence among the four of us. I stare at all of them and their expressions are all different.Daphne looks shocked. Maria looks skeptical. Kate looks confused. This could have been a comedic situation if it weren’t for the fact that Arthur himself did not react too well when he found out. I would be hurt if my friends all think the same way about me too.“Um. . . .” Daphne is the first one to speak. “So you’re not their niece?”I shake my head. “No, I’m not. I had to pretend that I am until my Lycan comes so I can have proper recognition, and I got my Lycan just recently.”The three of them nod and look at each other. Then silence again. This makes my nerves skyrocket. What are they thinking? How are they feeling? How exactly are they taking the news?I want to ask them all these questions that are plaguing my brain but I decide to wait for their reactions. I don’t want to force them to accept it if they don’t feel like it’s going to work.Quietly, I take a
AryaThe words seem to float off the paper and around my head, swirling like a halo of taunts and bad memories.Suddenly everything starts to come back.Now, I remember growing up in that pack, Shadow Moon. I remember being called the weakest link. I remember my brother Daniel and my parents there, who were the only ones who were kind to me. And finally, I remember Levi Ellis.The Alpha who rejected me the night of my birthday there.The rejection feels like it happened yesterday. Suddenly I can feel the old hurt again. Suddenly I’m back in that pack, facing the cliff and choosing death over the pain that was given to me so heartlessly.For a whole moment, I can’t breathe. That’s why I wasn’t welcome there. That’s why my power never matched up to any of theirs. This Kingdom is where I belong.And that place has been the source of my worst pain.Tears start to fall rapidly down my cheeks. My parents look horrified.“Why are you crying?” Mom asks in alarm. “What are you crying about? Wh