It was my brothers coronation and am needed to be there. And as much as I pretend to be fearless, thousands of people will there to witness his coronation, I don't want to go.
Am scared of what the people will say when they look at me. They already have their stupid assumption that I killed my father, they think negatively of me.
No body knows that even I, was attacked in my room two days ago, Charleston couldn't add that in his gazette but he had the energy to spoil my name and image.
Sometimes I wish I were just a regular girl in a small peaceful village, I wish that my father never fought for the crown and just found another place to go or something else to do and not be King.
He's to blame for my predicament and I hate him for that. My maids dress me in a royal blue dress with golden jewelry. My black hair styled into a pony tail then more jewelry.
I looked lovely and I would very much like to enjoy this day but that shall not be case, it only be my brothers happy day. Not mine.
"Princess we should be going now" the guard at my door says. I put on my blue gloves that reach just above my elbows and a small fan.
Once am in the carriage, I fan myself till we're in front of the Royal Church.
The compound is empty so the crowd must be inside the church. I enter the church through a side door, the place is full to capacity. A few whispers are heard before I take my seat.
I pretend to not care as I sit but I hear them.
'She doesn't deserve to be a princess'
'Look at her always pretending she's above the rest of us'
'She's a murderer for Pete's sake why are they treating her so well after what she's done'
'Shut up all you, do you all want to be beheaded, she might come and torture you like she did with the priest's'
'So unholy'
I exhaled pacifying my anger. Luckily, everyone grows quiet as my brother walks in. Members of the court have their own pews on the side.
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My brother was beaming, I'd never seen him so happy. All his teeth were in Vision.
The Reinsas people were also happy, I reopened the note that came to me courtesy of Reynolds. I had to leave this place. I waited for an opening for my brother and quickly pulled him to the side.
"I need to go"
"Why?"
Lloyd's glare doesn't leave my face. He is trying to read my lips so I gave him my back.
"I'm tired and the wound is aching" I made an effort to touch my neck so he can remember what am referring to.
"Isn't it already healed" irritation accompanies his words. I don't know what to make out of that then he quickly, he gathers his composure, "Am sorry for that am also tired too but I can't leave now, you can leave see you later"
I walk out of the church and head directly to my carriage. Why was he irritated, is my silent question.
I reason with, he needed my support since am the last family he has. Which is being naive.
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Immediately am back to my room, I wait for Reynolds. He must've been been told that I arrived already, with a thought a knock accompanies it.
"Princess"
"Speak up Reynolds" I'm too impatient and a bad feeling is clawing my insides and those citizens in the church annoyed me and I'm desperate to do something in return which is not my normalcy.
"What's wrong?" he asks concern etching his features.
"I don't even know" I say honestly.
"Just calm down and breathe, I have news, so after interrogating the man who attacked you he spilled some tea"
"What did he say?" feeling my corset is too tight, I urge him to come closer. "Help me here"
He hesitates behind me, "I'm not supposed to touch you"
"Who says so?"
"I'm not supposed to but I can call a maid to help you" he turns to call for someone but am already gripping his wrist and pulling him back.
Bad idea. I realize.
"I want you to help me" his gaze on me darkens. I don't know what happens but my skin flames. His other wraps around my waist and pulls me flush against him. I gasp.
"This escalated fast" his gaze is hooded then it slips to my hand.
"Where is your ring?" I look at my hand and find the ring missing. He releases me then unties my corset.
"I- I don't know" I step back my skin cooling down.
"Did you take it off?"
"No I don't remember taking it off"
"Ok, you need to be careful from now on I'll find it, do you have another one?"
"No I had a necklace but my father kept it, so I don't know where to find it" I say worry creeping in. I finally understand why my emotions were whirlpooling.
"I'll find it for you" he looks outside the window seeing the sun set, "luckily you don't have to go out anymore, the court meeting is tomorrow"
"Yeah ok, what were you going to tell me"
"It's about your brother" his lips thin. The clawy feeling returns.