/Javiers POV/  The Prince stood back, watching as Celina left with Abel. His heart was bleeding. He thought of the anger, of the confusion, of those cerulean blue eyes that had looked at him with a bonfire of emotions crackling within them, the heat of it seeping into his skin. Taking his last breath would have been a lot easier than having that stare on him.     Javier thought about the moment a while ago when he tried to step closer to her, who turned her head to the side, scrunching up her nose, trying to get as far away from him as possible. It stung, his heart clenching at the reminder.     For a moment, the Prince stood there, blinking in disbelief at the door, not even realising that Celina left a few minutes ago. The love of his

"Celina...come on. I'll show you around so you may become better acquainted with it." Her friend directed, leading her away from Leader Keith. A sigh escaped her lips. She could not stand to be in that room any longer. It was suffocating.    Abel began to speak up once they walked from room to room, tentatively at first, then explaining the use of each room. She mentally tried to remember where everything was.    The maid felt calmer and calmer the more they explored, her heartbeat coming back to normal. She still couldn't explain her erratic reaction in front of Leader Keith. Why did her brain react so wildly?    She wondered if she would be lonely hidden away from the rest of the world, but then Celina remembered the Castle was the same way. The young woman had been hap

After dinner that night, Celina went outside wearing a coat and scarf. The young woman chose to sit on the bench in the garden, inhaling the cool air and enjoying the peaceful atmosphere. It's late in the evening, and as per the tradition, they are supposed to do some light reading together. She could not convince herself to mingle with others, needing a moment to herself.    She pushed her legs together, a deep exhale slipping out of her lips. That's when someone plopped on the space next to her. Her eyes widened, turning over and finding none other than Elinor, Abels cousin. Or so she said. They had no similarity in looks, but maybe they are not related by blood. Whatever.     Elinor has been nothing but annoying since the last few days. Abel asked her to keep company while he's away, so she's been popping everywher

/Javiers POV/   The Prince wanted to cry tears of joy. He finally managed to recreate the spell, only sent Jade for help instead of himself. Usually, the one who performs the witchcraft make themselves visible. Javier could not bring himself to see Celina turn him down in the place Abel took her. Besides, he's sure that once she finds him in her dream, the maid may wake up abruptly, ending his little trick.    According to the clear instructions scrawled in the witch's messy handwriting, it said that the incantation could be performed only when the person is asleep. And everything he/she sees in the dream could he solely controlled by the person casting the spell. Javier made sure not to add dramatics, simply lead Celina to a door that will bring her to Jade.   &

Instead of turning away from the door and walking back to her room, Celina stayed behind. She knew it was wrong. The young woman couldn't forget the look that crossed Abels face when she told him about the pill. What was that all about?            Huddling in the corner as not to be seen, Celina crouched behind the wall. The door was slightly ajar, all thanks to Abel slamming it with much force than necessary. Before leaning down, her eyes flitted across the surrounding just to make sure she's all alone.         Releasing a sigh of breath upon finding no one in miles of long hallway, Celina diverted her attention back to Abel. Her eyes widened when she noticed a scowl on Leader Keith's face. Then the voices came.         "What did you give her?"