Presley's eyelashes flustered open and she heaved a sigh of relief that she was safe, she wondered why she kept having these dreams. She couldn't even shut her eyes for a minute. She tried to run her hands through her hair but couldn't because of how long it was. She better do something about the hair as soon as possible
She hated it
"Your highness,are you alright?"Belle asked and Presley finally noticed them standing beside her. An insane headache suddenly hit her and she winced in pain
"Are you alright?"Belle asked again and Presley's head snapped towards her direction
"Does it look like I am?"she spat and Belle bowed her head to apologise
"I'm sorry your highness"
"What happened to me ? Did I pass out after an asthma attack?…why didn't you bring an inhaler. I could've di-" Presley took a pause and bit her lip. What was she even saying. Wasn't that her plan all along
To die
"We never knew you had asthma your highness we are deeply sorry please forgive us"Ary spoke
"No need to apologise" 'even I don't know what I'm doing here'
"I'm sorry for nagging…but can I get a painkiller" she sincerely asked and they all nodded simultaneously
"Yes your highness I'll get them right away" Claire who was in the midst of them spoke and wanted to take her leave but Layla halted her
"Ah while you're at it , find a way to inform the queen that we'll be an hour late because her highness is feeling a little bit under the weather"
"I'll do that" Claire's lips twitched as she answered
"We should prepare for your breakfast your highness, are you okay enough to stand"
"Yeah yeah"
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"I'm loosing my patience…"The queen fanned herself with her hands and glared at the door at the ending of the dining hall. What was taking that brat's time! Does she think she can do anything she wants
How dare she humiliate her by attempting suicide !
"Hellen !!!" She bellowed
"Yes your majesty"
"Didn't you relay my message?" She hissed
"I did your majesty"
"Then why isn't she here yet!!! Go check on he-"
"Relax Isadora…something probably came up that's why she's tardy" the king butted in
"No she just wants to disobey me,you know her she is such a brat"she hissed. As mother and daughter they never had a close relationship, she wasn't her real mother but only her and the king knew that. She loved her so dearly even if she wasn't her real mom but Myra always had this attitude towards her. She believed it was because she was a teenager and teenagers tend to ignore and get mood swings for no reason at all
Plus Myra had every reason to be like that towards her. As the queen she never had time for her daughter. She was always busy. Even when Myra got her first period she wasn't there. All the celebrations and parties she had ever celebrated she as her mother was never there, Ofcourse her daughter would disobey her and ignore her words. But why in the hell would she commit suicide. She was so mad at her for that
She was stronger than that. She knew Myra was stronger than that. All it took for her was to marry a vampire prince and be loyal to him all her life , she didn't have to love him. this wasn't about love…this was about their kingdom
They couldn't loose their kingdom to those vampires.
Never
Myra should stop being stubborn and marry the prince already , that's the only way she could save her family and the kingdom.
"And who do you think she got that attitude from?" The king shook his head and she scoffed in disbelief placing her palms on the dining table
"Are you implying that I am the reason for her bratty attitude" she glared and he was about replying but someone cut him off
"I'm sorry to disturb your conversation your majesty but her highness would like me to tell you that she would be an hour late because she is feeling under the weather" the maid bowed as she spoke
"You see that…brat! I bet she's not even sick at all she just doesn't want to be here with her family" the king stared at his unbelievable wife and shut his eyes in disappointment
"It is fine, she doesn't have to come. We understand" He spoke with great authority in his voice
"No we don't…the royal family are going to be here any minute, they at least need to see eachother before the wedding" she nagged and he heaved a sigh of frustration. What was wrong with this woman! It almost felt like she was happy to throw her child away to the vampires but then who wouldn't be. The princess was a real piece of work. So stubborn
"Fine! Whatever you say Dora" and then she plastered a victorious smile on her face hearing his words
Meanwhile…
"Cut it" Presley commanded staring at her réflexion in the mirror and Layla and Belle's eyes flew wide almost instantly
"Pardon your highness" they spoke in unison and she stared at them through the mirror
"Cut it, it's too long I hate it" she pouted and they repeated their words
"Pardon your highness"
"Are you guys doing that on purpose?"she blinked at them and they shook their heads. They were really shocked. She wanted to cut her hair? Didn't she remember how hard she worked for her hair to be so long. She disturbed the queen to find any thing that could make her hair that long. She really loved her hair. She even told the king to get witches if it was possible, why did she suddenly want to cut it?
There was something definitely wrong with the princess
"B-b-ut you r-r-eally li-ked y-our hair,your highness…"
"May we know why you suddenly want to cut it"Belle hit Layla on the shoulder and gave her a look to watch her mouth unless she wanted to get punished not knowing Presley didn't even mind at all
"I…changed my mind please cut it" she didn't hesitate to speak
Belle picked up the scissors with shaky hands afraid of what will happen if she cuts the princess hair.Presley saw her hesitating from the mirror and she tilted her head slightly
"Aren't you going to cut it ?" She raised her brows and belle snapped out of her trance
"I don't really know how to do these things …Layla is the best at doing hairstyles" she shoved the scissors into Layla's hands and Layla glared at her almost immediately before giving her the 'what on earth do you think you are doing' look and belle shrugged her shoulders then cleared her throat
"I'm waiting Layla"Presley urged,itching it. Layla's shaky hands moved slowly towards her hair and Presley heaved a sigh of frustration. What were they so afraid of ?
Without thinking she snatched the scissors from her hands and sliced her hair