Saying she was just hurt was an understatement. Her mascara and eyeliner was not waterproof, so black drops dripped down her face.
It was almost like I could feel her. In those quiet moments, it literally choked the breath and short circuited my mind continuosly.
And her emotions couldn't speak less. Her heartbroken face, heart was the only thing that made me understood how much she loved him, even for those lessened minutes yet it was surely intense.
There had been hundreds of breakups of her but she never cried to this level.
And that's what I couldn't bear. Not at all.
As much as I was in melancholy, the same time molten anger rolled through my veins.
How dare that king betray my sister? Like what the hell does he think himself to be.
Handsome faces and powers doesn't made him any greater. And that's what made me more anger.
He was going to pay for all of this. All of her tears, all her pain. Not with money but with the amount of hell I was going to give him .
But then again, I had to think through.
Avenging her pain would not give her happiness. But marrying him would .
So the only option was that I had to go and personally persuade him. That was it.
After hours of consolation, I was able to leave the palace but only to enter another.
Jones was one of my favourite manager of everyone. We always had that platonic friendship.
So he was the only one I could rely on.
I packed up my bags and immediately left for Spain, having Jones do all the arrangements.
***
I barged in, with vengeance of spleen and yelled out, "The great lord of Spain! Would you mind to even give a citizen a minute to speak with you?! "
The guards instantly came to take hold of me but my positive threatened statements backed them off.
"You know girl, you need reservations."
"Haha, as if I have time for all those shit. Take the hint and call your king. Why the fuck do you think I bought a helicopter inside your garth? To chill around? Like bruh."
"You know you are crossing your limits, tempting us to pull out guns."
"Talk about limits. Does you sweet kind knows his?"
"You are_"
"What is happening? What is this nonsense?"
"You are the nonsense." I scoffed in shushed tone, but sweetened it as quickly as I went towards him.
"Your Highness," I curtseyed, "I was intending to have a small long talk with you, sir."
"Well, who are you?"
Okay, now how idiotic can a royal be? Is he that ignorant?
"Oh wait, you must be the second princess of_"
"Best friend. Best friend of you ex-fiance." I pressurised on the last words, trying hard not to grit my teeth.
"What do you want?"
"Oh god I just said I want to have a talk with you personally!"
I exhaled a deep breath. That man was getting me exasperated.
"I don't have time." He pressed his lips in a thin line before pulling his suit above the other side, "So you can leave. Right now." He then turned right to move in his small plane's direction.
I ran quickly to catch up with him and continued to talk as he careened towards the plane.
"Please. listen to me. My best friend is an amazing person and i can guarantee she might just be the best thing you'll ever gain."
"I have the better than best."
"Oh please. Just_" From behind, one of his guards grabbed my hand and I threatened him with a punch, "Don't. Touch. Me."
"How dare you touch a woman like that? Don't you have any manners?"
"HOW DARE YOU BETRAY MY BESTIE JUST LIKE THAT?"
I couldn't help but lose my temper. But surprisingly he remained calm.
"None of my business. Now before I call the extreme authority, I order you to leave." That time he rather rushed than keeping the steady pace.
The guards surrounded me and I was losing it. That can't happen. I had to do something , I had to_
My eyes fell on the butler carrying caged animals into the cargo , the cargo!
He then backed out, locking the door. And that's when it all came to me.
Maybe if I take more time to coax him with my flattering words of Angel's beauty and graceful persona, then he might change his decision.
But then again, I had two idiopathic guards obsessed over taking me out.
So for the step by step process, I faked a horrible cough, "Oh Lord. Sweetpie, can you please grant me a glass of water? My throat is dying in this sunshine!"
"Ah. Whatever. Stay here."
I forced a smile and bent down for my next step, pretending to fix my shoe. Before long, I slid my hand under my palazzo, using my safety hidden knife to slightly cut my finger. That did hurt but not more than my sister's agony.
"Ow! OMG OMG. My hand is bleeding. Damn, hey ugly piranha, can you please give me a bandage? Please, it's hurting AF."
He widened his eyes, trying not to freak out, "What? How? You..? Wait do you call me ugly piranha?"
"Oh my. Fine. Oh you sweet handsome star angel. Please lend me a bandage."
He then ran and I cackled for a while, running to the cargo.
I opened the lock and and put myself into it, moving forward to find a proper place to hide in first.
Off-topic though , I thought why the king barely came to this palace. Obviously, the security was so messed up, any serial killer could come and kill him like_ okay I could stop.
I huffed out, puffed out, awaiting the landing.
I decided to get up and look at the nature. The beautiful animal of mother nature. Huh.
No other option to spend my time.
As I was walking through, I watched a clanging cage moving left and right. I zoomed in and perceived a monkey shaking it.
"Yo bro. Whatcha up to?" I smiled. How stupid of me to talk to a monkey.
Well, that monkey would have been the partly reason for my future doom.
"O o open, Chu Chu!" the monkey shrieked, further gesticulating to probably open the door.
"You want me to open the door?"
The monkey nodded with a mysterious smile.
"What would I gain for it?"