She held my hand and dragged me towards the dining table without asking whether I wanted it or not.
I badly wanted to yell at her and tell her to let go of me, but I just couldn't. I didn't want to make a scene.
Especially when Francis wasn't around.
They would definitely kill me and feed my body to flies.
We sat at the table and she wouldn't stop smiling at me. It felt as if I had never been out of the room. I was always indoors with madam Olivia. She took the tray from the maids and we were left alone.
As she poured the tea, she spoke. "I heard you killed your mother," she said and I clenched my fists.
I was tired of denying it.
I looked at her and thought; since she thinks of me as a freak, then why don't I prove to her that I'm one?
"It didn't feel as good as I thought it would, though," I answered and a part of me was satisfied with the response that I gave her.
"What do ... .what do you mean?" She asked, glaring at me like she had seen a witch.
Cinderella was scared.
She must have come thinking she would scare me off, I was glad that the tables elegantly turned.
"You already heard the rumors. So what's the point in hiding it from you? We could be together more often," I said, with a very big smile and I raised my eyebrows. "I have been quite bored lately. That room has no blood to please my eyes with. The only good thing I get to see is Francis' nakedness," I added.
I could smell jealous roaming around her pretty head.
She moved her chair backwards and glared at me. I guess she wasn't able to keep that smile anymore. "You're….a….I don't even know what Francis sees in you. You smell awful yet he claims that you have a scent he doesn't want me to ruin," She spat with nothing but pure hatred.
"Wanna smell it?" I asked, moving my face close to hers and paw…she slapped me. "Get away from me, you witch!" She yelled.
My eyes turned and the only thing holding me back was because I didn't want to get in trouble.
"Oh Lord. I am so sorry, I didn't mean to do that…I'm so sorry," she begged, stood up and came to hug me. I wouldn't lie, she smelt like roses, but I hated her.
I pushed her off and she was looking into my eyes. "Can I leave now?" I asked, holding my face.
She kept her hands behind her and went back to her chair. "Won't you have some tea?" She asked.
"If you keep me here for too long, the only thing I would be drinking is what flows through your veins. You want that?" I asked, with a straight face and she gasped.
"Leav," she said shakily.
I stood up, and walked away in the most playful and weird way I could. I tossed my legs like a chair and giggled. The maids at the entrance watched me as I made my way back to Francis' room.
If I couldn't enjoy what it felt like to be loved, then I should definitely take advantage of the hatred. I heard them whispering about and I danced to it like a song.
I was sure the next rumor would be about me going crazy and I couldn't wait to hear it.
Chuckle.
Popularity is hard.
I walked into the room and threw myself on the bed and then I remembered, I haven't even had anything to eat.
So I got back up and had my head stretched out of the room. I looked at the maids that always waited. "You wouldn't want to know what it would look like for you if I get angry that you haven't served breakfast, right? Ask Mia if you want to be sure," I said and watched them run off with fear.
Why haven't I done this earlier?
~Aurora's POV ends.
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"Oh, she's here," Sir. Oliver said with a smile, as Arabella walked into the room.
Lord Chris on the other hand kept a straight face and acted like he hadn't seen her walk in.
"Sir. Oliver, I'm sorry that I'm quite late," she said, offering a slight bow, then she turned to Chris. "Lord Chris, I hope you're well?" She asked.
"Do what you came for and leave," he answered. Arabella smiled. "I guess I just seem to annoy everyone from the king's family. I hope we get along soon," she said, still smiling.
"You do not have to worry, it's just a matter of time. So…did you bring it?" Sir. Oliver asked and Arabella nodded, smiling.
"It was quite hard getting that witch's hair," Arabella said. She dipped her hand into her dress and brought out a small pouch. "Here," she said handing it over to Sir. Oliver who immediately laughed.
"Mala let you cut her hair? Impressive. You're lucky Francis is away. He would have turned you into ashes by now," Francis said chuckling. "I can't wait for the good part where I'll have that witch all to myself," he whispered.
Arabella looked at Francis and a hint of jealousy flashed in her eyes. She stroked her hair and swallowed. "I bet you know she carries a curse? She didn't even hide it. She told me she killed her own mother and she even threatened to suck my blood if I didn't let her leave. I'm worried about what she might do to his highness," Arabella said.
"At least she doesn't smell like a garden and she attracts me," Lord Chris coldly responded.
Sir. Oliver cut in.
"That's why we have to do everything on time before that witch gets out of control. You need to be the one next to Francis, only that way will we be happy," sir. Oliver said and Arabella laughed.
"At first, I was worried that Francis would never love me, but since you said you have a way to go around it, then I'm at rest," Arabella said and Sir. Oliver smiled.
He looked into the pouch and chuckled. "Now that we have her hair to control her and keep her in place, what we need next is just a little bit of her blood. We'll get her blood inside your vein and you'll as well just be as effective to Francis as Mala. So when she's out of the picture, Francis wouldn't have a choice but to embrace his beautiful relief which is you," sir. Oliver said.