Breaking The Fate

Chapter three

Chapter three: the late occasion.

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My dad used to take me to school because he hated it when I took the bus. He used to say, "why would you take the bus when you have me?" He was such a great father, a perfect role model to us.

Growing up with eight siblings was tough; it was never quiet and peaceful. I have two sisters and six brothers. I was the trouble maker with my brother Alexander; we used to skip classes with our friends and go to an ice cream shop.

Even the owner of the shop knows us, and he used to give us discounts. Some old sad memories that I wish I could bring back because those were the good old days.

Now everything is messed up, and I can't go back to the days where I was happy.

There is no excitement in my life, and I don't have a story to tell, except for the arranged marriage.

I am in the bedroom, walking back and forth. "August is driving me insane."

Flashback

"Hold this," Alex handed me the ball and walked further away from me.

We were out of the school, and the tinted window of the classroom was right behind me.

I looked at the ball in my hands. "So, what are we going to do with the ball?"

"Just wait and see," Alexander smirked.

"Okay," I mumbled. I knew that he would get us in trouble, and I didn't stop him, even though I should've stopped him.

He ended up breaking the windows, and a piece of glass poked one of the students, which led to the school suspending Alexander and me.

Instead of going back home, we went to the ice cream store where we always go after school.

Flashback ends

All of a sudden, the door opens and August walks in. "No phone, no internet, no calls or text, or anything that includes communication."

As I said, I lost track and I can't go back to the days when it was easy.

"What do you want out of this, August?" I ask, sitting on the bed. "What do you expect from me?"

"Nothing," he shrugs. "But for you to listen to me, and do as I say so."

I bite my lip. "What do you want from me, August?"

"I want you to be scared of me," he snarls. "Just like how your boyfriend fears me."

I roll my eyes. "You're being childish, August, grow up."

I walk over to the dressing table and look into the mirror. "You're pretty, Leah, and you're mine."

"I am not yours, nor am I Mateo's, okay?" I sigh, caning my head to look at him.

I am wearing a short pink dress that reaches above my knees.

I miss when I used to wear hoodies, shorts, and crop tops. Now I am not allowed to wear any of those, but dresses.

"I am your husband," he sneaks up behind me and plays with my hair.

"Do not touch me," I pull my head back. "Can you please get out of my room?"

"No," he replies. "Imagine I leave this room willingly."

"I can imagine," I mumble. "I only imagine."

"What do you think about not being able to see your family for a long time?" He questions.

"I think that Karma is around the corner," I shrug, looking down at my perfumes and make-up.

"I don't believe in karma," he chuckles. "But don't you agree?"

The tension in his voice makes me believe that he thinks I am stupid, stupid for believing that Karma is a real thing.

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Kings are supposed to be polite, they should have a manner when it comes to talking to their family members, friends, and people.

Kings count their blessings, not their insecurities. Obviously, August has many insecurities.

He needs to learn not to let the monsters in his head control his thoughts, and I can't even get into his head, which is annoying.

I hide under the blanket, and I sob loudly.

A knock interrupts my sobbing, the door opens but I don't see who opens it. "Your majesty, his royalty August sent me to tell you that-"

"I-I'm listening," I sniff.

"The occasion is starting in two hours," he says.

"What occasion?" I gasp, pulling the blanket off of my head to look at him. "What occasion are you talking about?"

"I am not sure, your majesty," he shakes his head. "Many people are joining us, including the royal family."

"But he didn't tell me," I swallow a lump, feeling nervous.

How am I supposed to find the proper dress in two hours? I am still a girl.

This boy is going to be the death of me.

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I found a dress at the last minute, it was like the yellow dress that Belle wore in beauty and the beast, it was a beautiful long dress.

I am sitting with people I don't know, and I can't seem to act as if I am interested.

Everyone here thinks that August - the royal king - is the most loyal, amazing, kindest man in the world.

Little do they know, August is the opposite. He is mean, very demanding, and arrogant. It is very weird listening to people praise the king, when you know his bad side.

Okay, everyone has a bad side – for sure – but August’s bad side is unbearable, I honestly can’t handle being in the same castle as a person who would be okay with harming people who go against him.

Around seven o’clock, August stands up to make a toast, he lifts his glass up. “I have always told everyone in my life that nothing matters to me, but the safety that I must provide for my people. Without safety, we wouldn’t be able to live free, and in order to assure the safety in our country, we all need to welcome everybody who visits us with opened arms.”

“I would love to say that kindness is free, so why not share it with everyone and anyone?” He raises his glass. “Cheers to my beautiful loyal wife, cheers to my family who have had my back ever since I was born, and cheers to the people who are still with me and who were with me.”

“Oh, I would love to thank my wife for keeping up with me,” he winks at me. “A man can’t be a king if they don’t have a queen, she leads the way, and we follow.”

As if.

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