Wednesday 6th June.
"Gran gran, this is so nice." Again, she never misses her tea; it has the perfect concentration of spice, milk, and honey.
"Welcome,e his majesty," Dad's royal announcer announced his presence before they began to walk into the dining room.
"The king is here? Why is he here?" I overheard the kitchen maid whispering, what do they mean? His mother lives here, and currently, his daughter is here, not to talk about the fact that we are his only blood relatives.
"Mother," Dad gave his greetings to his mom as a sign of respect.
"Your majesty" I also did the same.
"Princess," Dad answered me.
"What a lovely surprise to have the king visit me; I don't get that often," Gran Gran remarked; it was true; I had never seen Dad at Gran Gran's. Maybe it's because he was always busy with ruling of great of land.
"Well, I have been carried away by my duties," Dad said.
"Join us then," Gran said with a smile on her face; she was grinning from ear to ear, and I know it was really hard for her to hide how excited she was, even with her wrinkled skin folds on her face, she looked like a child that was gifted candy.
"Shall we?" I said prayers as we all dug into the delicacies on the table; Gran insisted she made her flatbread herself, and honestly, with how crunchy and savory it tasted, I could understand why.
"A little birdy told me you were on the verge of contracting a foreign company for the construction of the dams," Gran said.
"You seemed to be well-informed, Mom; you are always ahead," Dad complimented gran.
"What were you thinking? Bringing foreigners into the country when you know damm well of every economic crisis," Gran-Gran said in a serious tone, more like she was yelling.
"I have everything under control," Dad said as we all continued to eat.
"Well..." The conversation was getting boring, that's it. Where Dad goes, he is always talking about business and how to do better for his people; I think the old man needs a break once in a while.
The hall fell silent. At least no one was talking, but the room was still filled with noise; I could finally breathe, although it was filled with cutleries clanking on each other, cups moving, and the sound of people chewing.
"To what do we owe this lovely surprise?" Gran Gran asked.
"I came to talk to the princess," he said; that was weird, it was the first time in history my dad made an effort to come see me after I left the palace.
"That's strange," Gran remarked; it was very usual for me and Mom to get into an argument and for me to come to spend some days with Gran before I returned to the palace; that is how it has always been.
"Hahaha," I laughed awkwardly as I looked around the table; no one else found it funny.
*Clink* Gran clinked her glass with a spoon to get the kitchen staff's attention that we were done with our meal.
"Thanks for the meal," I greeted gran as I got up to leave the dining hall in a hurry; I did not want to have a conversation with my dad; I was sure whatever he wanted to tell me would do more harm than good.
"Dia,na may I have a word with y?ou?" Oh dang, it* I was already halfway to my bedroom. I guess things can never go my way.
"I would be in my room, om," I said as I continued walking.
"Ha," I let out a huge sound of relief as I walked into my room and hopped on my bed.
"I'm coming in," Dad announced before he entered; give me a break, would you? I have been jumping from one drama to the other.
"Hey, what a lovely room you have here," Dad said as he walked into my room to sit on my bed.
"Thanks." I forced my skin to stretch to give a fake smile; I wondered if he was here to talk to me about Fred just like Mom tried to; besides, he always did whatever she wanted.
"I would like you to return to the palace and fix things with your mom." I knew it; this was never about me; it was just another silly game of theirs.
Ever since I began living together with my parents, it has been nothing but a nightmare; I cannot believe this is what I am getting after my mom tried to take advantage of me and forcefully get me married; this is all I get? To apologize to her?
"Okay, Dad, I will." There was no use arguing about it with him; he would never see Mom's fault; he was always enabling all her toxic behaviors, and that's why she continues to give the people of land problems.
"That's great," he said as he robbed my head and needed to leave my room; well, what did I expect from a man who abandoned his child for 12 years? What would you expect from someone like that?
There was no use talking to him or mom about how I felt or felt in the past; they would never understand me; they always acted like the King and Queen all the time, even when all I needed was my mom and dad.
"Princess" Idar called as she walked into my room.
I lay there, frozen, staring blankly at the ceiling. My hands clenched the blanket tightly, my lips pressed into a thin line, and my eyes wide with unshed tears. I was desperate to appear strong, to hold on for just one more second, hoping the scorching tears welling up inside me would somehow evaporate. But the pain was suffocating, and I could feel my resolve slipping away...
"Don't worry, you will be fine" she said as she embraced me in a warm hug, I have always wanted to be understood, to be seen and idar does just that, she understands and sees me for the person I am and not who everyone else thinks I am.
After my coronation as the crowned princess and heir to the throne, Idar has been the best thing that has ever happened to me.
"Get some rest, and I will get our things ready." How can I get any rest? I wonder why I thought I could have my way with this breakup, but now I feel like the one who is deeply broken inside.
"Okay." I guess the fun time with Gran Gran is over; it is time to go back to that cursed palace.