"Being monitored by guards isn't so hard Imelda, when the guy in question is so cute," Naya purred, gushing over her guard that followed beside us like a robot."Get a grip on yourself Naya," Maya smacked her."Ouch!" Naya winced in pain, rubbing her head as she glared at Maya."What was that for?""Stop twisting in your pants for him, he is just a guard and a fly we need to get rid of," Maya huffed, glaring at her own guard.We had three guards hovering over us, Naya swooning over hers, Maya spitting fire from her eyes at hers and me, I simply pretended that the stupid guard hovering over me didn't exist even though his presence was disturbing.We were supposed to be assigned two guards but we refuted, not like our opinions mattered anyways. We were just women and no one cared about our opinions. The King still rigid on his decision to have us monitored not until Derek intervened and it was reduced to one.Apart from the fact that a guard was hovering over me like a fly, one thing th
"Derek," Mirabelle called, caressing my chest and I turned to look at her, giving her my attention."When will you get rid of Imelda?""You have me here already so you don't need her anymore," Mirabelle pouted.I grabbed my glass and poured myself a drink, pushing Mirabelle aside."If you really want to get rid of her that much, meet the council of elders," I replied dismissively, not sparing her a glance.Ever since she stepped into the royal house, she has been all clingy and annoying. She hardly gives me breathing space and with her it's always stuffy."It's your life and you get to choose who you want to spend your life with. Just tell them to fuck off," she sassed and I scoffed. It's very annoying when she never takes the hint that I want her out of my sight."You can as well fuck off right now because as you can see I'm trying to relax but the more you talk the more you're stressing me out," I narrowed my eyes at her coldly and she frowned."Are you asking me to get lost?""Yes,
"Stand straight, do not arc your back," Lydia, our trainer barked at usNaya, Maya, Mirabelle and I all stood straight on pin heels, our hands stretched with books on top them and on our head, trying to learn balance. I am doing a very bad job at it as my legs keeps shaking, unable to take the torture. The girls and Mirabelle didn't even break a sweat."Imelda, you're not doing it right!" Lydia yelled, grabbing my shoulders."Your shoulders should be straight and your back should not be bent.""As the future Queen it is expected that you walk and move with dignity. You should carry yourself with pride and should never be caught lacking in your duties.""Who says she is ever going to be a Queen?" Mirabelle snorted."If you have time to criticize someone, find and correct your mistake," Lydia lashed at Mirabelle, approaching her."I'm getting it right," Mirabelle frowned."No you are not." Lydia grabbed her arms and straightened it, adding more books to the ones she was already carrying
I paced about my room worriedly. Who the hell organizes a ball to break women."The royals," Arla replied boredly. She didn't even look the least bothered about the ball."How are you not even bothered?" I screeched, scattering my hair."Because I don't think this is the first time I'm hearing about this.""Uh, what do you mean?" I frowned confused. I was certain this was the first time I was hearing this from the girls and so far, I haven't heard it from anyone else. So where else could Arla have heard it from?"I can't really remember, it feels like a part of my memory is missing but I'm quite certain that this is not the first time I'm hearing about the ball. So unlike you, I'm neither scared or surprised," Arla replied, confusing me further."Is there a chance that I've heard of it too somewhere but then forgotten about it?" I thought, not having the slightest clue of where Arla got to know about the ball from."Yes, there is," she asserted, sounding certain."Since I know, there'
Getting the perfect design for the dress I was making, I began making flowers which was going to be my emblem for my dresses.I wasn't totally rebelling against the Queen's dressing style; I was still making gowns the only difference was that I made them more comfortable to wear unlike the ones they kept forcing me to wear that choked air out of me.Mine was simply an upgrade and a better design. It was in a time like this I appreciated the fact that I had a designer, Scarlett, as my mother and she made me learn this even when I didn't want to."Give me the red flowers," I requested, engrossed in my sewing and Becca grabbed it for me. Ever since I remembered the events that took place in Derek's room, my mood has been totally off and so Becca decided to stay with me, keeping me company.As much as I definitely didn't need a babysitter, I appreciated the fact that she was willing to sit with me and offer me comfort, I really needed it even though I won't admit it.One would ask me why
"Why is she still on the bed?" The Queen asked, her voice sounding loud, disturbing my sleep. "I tried waking her up but she wouldn't bulge," Becca replied, frightened and I groaned in displeasure.Couldn't they keep it quiet? I was trying to get some sleep here and the more they kept talking the more they made that impossible."Imelda!" The Queen yelled my name."Can you lower your voice? You're being too loud," I grunted and some people grasped in horror. "Did she just ask me to lower my voice?" The Queen faced Becca in disbelief and Becca remained quiet, trying so hard not to laugh. "Imelda! I demand you to get up this instant!" The Queen yelled and I growled in protest, covering my head with my pillow."Get lost," I muttered and they grasped in horror again. I think the Queen also grasped in horror this time around also.I wish they would just leave me and let me sleep. If there was one thing I hated, it was my sleep being interrupted. I loved sleeping to my heart's content and
The Queen kept rambling on and on about duties as we walked around the palace. I couldn't help but wonder if her mouth wasn't aching her for having to talk this much. It was tiring and exhausting just to listen to her.The girls weren't doing better themselves. They were barely listening to a word she was saying but they just kept nodding to make her believe they were listening."Any plans on how to get rid of her?" Maya asked telepathically and I glanced at them but their eyes were both fixed on the Queen.I remained quiet not replying her. I'd rather endure the Queen's torture than talk to any of them. If they couldn't admit their wrongs then I have no reason to talk to them."Are you going to keep giving us silent treatment?" Naya fumed acting like the victimized one where as I was the victim of their disloyalty and secrets."You don't get to get angry when you're the one at fault," I replied, glaring at her."We did nothing but keep a secret that wasn't ours to tell?" Maya retorte
"If you're so adamant on following me around, make sure you keep up and try not to get lost," I squealed, running off and Lucas scoffed, running after me."Talking about getting lost, I should be the one warning you about not getting lost. I know every nook and cranny of this village so getting lost is close to impossible. I can't say the same for you though.""Well, you won't totally be useless then. If by any chance I get lost then you'll just have to search every nook and cranny of the village and find me since you claim to know the village so well," I grinned, mischievously and when he least expected it, I dived into a crowd, getting lost."Imelda!" He yelled as I rid myself of him."I guess someone has to warn him about being on the look out for your mischief. One can never know when to expect it," Arla laughed, amused.I was quite certain about the fact that he was going to find me, I couldn't dispute that fact. According to Becca, he was a tracker and not just that alone, he is