It was Friday afternoon. The library was full in attendance. A private meeting of the royal family was held for the third time. The first was before Denmark’s Foundation Day. The second was after the first murder attempt on Prince Mharl and the third during the Queen’s birthday. The queen and king led the family’s agenda. There was a monarchy led by the queen and a king was supposed to be the king since King Viela II's monarchy was based on her lineage and forefathers. However, it was amended by the queen and made the prince an equal king to civil duties. However, when considering the final decision, she still led the land so her family. On her Chanel-inspired tweed, one of the world's iconic fabrics, the queen said, "Good evening, my loving family." The reason why I called this meeting is very important.” The rest greeted her in return. “Prince Mharl, please read the royal etiquettes.” The king called when the queen was done with her overview of the family meeting. Prince Richard
“Hej, hon.” Marie answered as she walked into the hallway to enter her classroom. You read my message?” There was a pause on the other line. The prince's assistant opened the door and motioned for him to hear the news. Prince Mharl became anxious as soon as he heard who had arrived at that hour. Marie waited for the answer on her phone. “Hon, what’s wrong?" She heard whispers and the sound of walking. “I am sorry, darling. I have to leave because something came up. Call me later.” The prince hurried to his room and left his phone on the bed. Then he went to the ground floor. “Prince Mharl, come here.” His mother, the queen called him when he approached the drawing room in the ground floor. “Princess Sharl is here and her parents, the queen.” The prince turned right and made a bow to the queen and the princess. “Glad that you visit here.” He said as he was startled a bit by the visit. “This is a surprise. You did not tell me that today is what you mean in your last message.” Q
Marie ate four loaves with butter silently. The silence suddenly made her want to go home right away. Again, tears ran from her eyes and she felt pain in them from crying too much before she tried to sleep. Her eyes were lumpy, but she was afraid her colleagues would wake up if she cried loudly. The majority of them ignored her when she passed them from the living room and the kitchen, while only a few just nodded with fake smiles. Her instincts told her that they were fake smiles and gestures. Marie talked to God in silence. “Father, if this is Your chastisement for me, help me to carry them. Help me face them. Please give me the strength to bear this pain. Who am I anyway? My childhood brought pain as bullies greeted me everywhere. They came whether from my own siblings, family, friends, and enemies who laughed when they saw when I was in pain. I was always crying and would sit on one of the branches of the tree, looking at the lush greenery as a haven. Then, You gave me the respon
“I'm not sure what to do, Lord.” Marie stooped as she prayed. While she looked up at the facade of the school from her terrace on the second floor, she hugged her knees. After the breakup, she didn't mingle with her colleagues; it was obvious they avoided her as well. It wasn't known what she would do next. It was the prince who decided to finish everything for the sake of his family. Even though something had happened, Marie was able to get up, eat her food, and communicate with her family. She was able to see the live coverage in both the castle and Malacañang early this morning. “They cry for justice, Father. Protesters from my country said something rude to the highnesses and other Filipinos here. Though I am still safe but now experiencing something strange treatment. Danish protesters, too, wanted me to leave. Thank you to the royal police, officers, and guards here.” Marie’s silently prayed while still looking at the entrance to the school near the gate. The gate was hidden b
The recording of Marie’s first-ever composition while still in college, was a success. The palace was used for tourist purposes. She felt happier than ever. Apparently, even her enemies wanted to know about the song that their views counted that hit a million views in three days when they posted it on YouTube alongside its official website, F******k, and other social media accounts. “Marie’s tears of gratitude fell once more as she said, Thank you for making my dream come true, Dear God. "That's why I am heavy with this. Thanks to the piano. Since she was a child, she disciplined herself not to cry except for some emotional moments or instances and for painful journeys. While opening her laptop, before coming to the office of the school to formally give her resignation, she heard the other rooms a few walks away. “What’s happening?” Marie’s thoughts were distracted for a while. She then checked her clock on the bedside table. It was 10:00 on Friday morning. Their first week of vacati
After 1 month's notice, Marie hand-in the letter of resignation to the principal. She was expected to do it since it was the royal executive who informed her privately of the necessary action she needed to do. She was ready, finally to go home, after packing everything. Prior to that, she paid for cargo for the heavy stuff she bought for her family, friends, and relatives. Five times she paid for the package for the family in the Philippines and she was happy that some of the Danish things such as curtains, blankets, pillows, and paintings were already displayed. On the other hand, the kitchen wares were kept in their newly designed kitchen cabinet Danish style for special occasions. “I am ready Sir,” Marie answered her call while walking toward the church. She paused and continued the conversation. Five cars from the royal highnesses’ royal guards and officers watched her in going to her needed place and appointments for one week in preparation for her homecoming. She was scheduled
Three hours before Marie’s departure from Denmark to the Philippines, Irene called and told her to watch the Royal TV. She was at Copenhagen airport at that time and she was accompanied by her colleagues at Royal City High, Sharyn, several church workers, the pastor and his wife, the Ambassador to the Philippines, and a few of the royal staff, especially tourism. The ambassador called her and gestured to see his phone. “Miss Sieran, you need to watch this,” he called. Others were curious and they also made their way to watch the live press conference. They opened their phones and found the channel. Marie confirmed that the royals held a press conference. “It is my deep sympathy for what had happened to Miss Siela Sieran looking back several years ago. We knew the case and investigated it but nobody witnessed the incident. And even the CCTV camera was broken. Every angle was looked at and searched. But still, it was an unsolved case. However, one day a niece investigated the case when
Marie was offered by her former school, Ramon Magsaysay National High School to return and this time to be the next principal of the school. She submitted her CV to at least five schools, including De La Salle University where she finished her undergraduate course, Ateneo University, the University of the Philippines, and others. It was Friday morning of November 2001 at their terrace while she was eating the hot cake prepared by Le, she received several calls from all schools to she applied. Prince Mharl’s face still lingered in her thoughts as she composed her new poem about coming home. “Speaking. Yes, I am. It’s my honor to be interviewed by your good office, Sir. I’ll be there on Tuesday. May I ask if I have to bring something?” She asked while hearing another call. The other line from Ateneo ended a few minutes and she answered the second call. “Yes, speaking. This is Ms. Dusaran. Thank you. I will come on Monday.” Marie smiled as the University of the Philippines in charge o