CHAPTER FOURTEEN
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The Kingdom Of Sakhalin, One Year Before The Selection…
I stare at the fake princess, Alaia, as she has instructed me to call her, with eyes narrowed in suspicion.
It’s been three days since my accident and much to the shock of my families personal doctor, my wounds are all healed up. My parents, fake parents, have taken the liberty to leave me under the care of their real daughter until they return from a trip to the south.
I voiced my disagreement many times before they left, even told them about the conversation I heard between her and whoever it was she was talking to, but they said I’m just being paranoid and all I needed was a little rest.
She’s seated across the room, legs are thrown over the couch underneath my window with a book in hand, flipping through the pages and pretending she doesn’t feel my eyes on her. But the continuous twitch in her left eye informs me otherwise.
“What’s going on?” I ask, deciding to speak up. “You’re aware, that I’m aware, there’s more to the little tale you guys spun a few days ago.”
Slowly, she raises her head to glance at me before turning her attention back to her book. “So, what’s your point?”
“My point is, tell me what’s going on!”
“I can’t yet, we need your sister’s to arrive first.”
“Why?”
“Because, that is how it should be, Grey ordered me to keep you safe. Not “spin tales”.” She retorts sarcastically.
Rolling my eyes heavenward, I let out a deep groan as I clench my hair in frustration. “Fine!”
Releasing my hair, I turn to her with a look of determination. “If you won’t answer that, then answer me this. Why the hell aren’t you pissed by what your parents did to you as a kid, I mean I’m pissed and they’re not even my real parents?”
Shutting her book closed, she changes her position so she’s facing me and her legs her tucked beneath her body.
Responding, she says sincerely. “Honestly, when I was a kid their decision did affect me. But I was raised knowing I had a mission to complete, and that mission was to ensure your position, as well as that of your sisters, was safe until the three of you are old enough to resume your rightful place. Now I have concluded the first part of my mission for the past seventeen years, and though you might not believe me, fulfilling my promise takes out the sting that came with their decision. I’m now old enough to realize that our mission is bigger than any anger I’ll ever feel, it’s time you realize it too.”
Scoffing, I don’t know what’s more unbelievable. The fact that she said that with a straight face and sincerity in her voice, or the fact that she thinks what her parents did wasn’t a little messed up.
I mean no matter how much your loyalty means to you, who sends their child on a mission that could have led to her death.
Growing up, I remember always feeling a sense of pity but also respect for the Royal Princess of Sakhalin. At age 4 she took up the position of a ruling monarch after the death of her—well my grandmother and went through a rebel attack where she was held hostage for over a month.
At age 8, she was shot at due to a terrorist attack and almost didn’t survive. At age 12, she had to decree her first live beheading.
Don’t get me wrong, I mean the criminal deserved it.
But still, it was hard for me to watch, not to talk of a young child who had to issue the command and forever live with the fact that she had done that to a human being for all to watch on live TV.
Then at age 14, she underwent a coup attack led by the countries former Prime Minister and lived in suffering in a dungeon for over two years until she regained power over the kingdom.
I have no idea what crazy concoction she’s drinking, but if I was the one that went through all that s**t while knowing that, that life, shouldn’t even be mine?
I would be filled with so much hatred towards every single f****d up person that aided in putting me in such a condition. I included.
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