PREGNANT FOR A PRINCE : EPISODES 41 – 50
By Faith Lucky
Episode 43
After a while, I finished bathing and wrapped a towel around my waist.
As I headed towards the door, I heard voices inside the room – probably the maids.
Huh? Maybe they’re tidying up the room or something.
I was about to open the door when I heard something that startled me.
“Princess Rana is so fortunate,” one of them said. “I can’t believe she’s getting married to the prince tomorrow.”
My hand immediately fell from the door handle.
What?
What is she saying?
Zosar is getting married tomorrow??
PREGNANT FOR A PRINCE : EPISODES 41 – 50
Rana’s Pov:
“Rana, come on! That’s enough,” the queen consoled me as I sat on the bed, shedding tears.
“Enough with the tears already. They won’t solve anything. Your father is here. Do you really want him to see you crying, huh?”
“You don’t understand,” I shook my head, tears streaming down my face.
“Zosar called me unpleasant names. He told me to my face that he detested me and would never love me, even if we got married. He despises me, mother. And you expect me to be happy?”
“Rana, please, I’ll…I’ll talk to him. I’m sure he doesn’t mean those words. He’s just angry and upset. You should try to understand him.”
I ignored her and continued crying. I just couldn’t help it, as his hurtful words kept replaying in my mind. Gosh! They tore me apart!
“Do you love Zosar?” She suddenly asked, placing her hand on my shoulder.
“Of course, you know I do. That shouldn’t even be a question,” I replied, sniffling, and she smiled.
“Then why are you so worried? You’re getting married to him tomorrow, and believe it or not, he will eventually fall in love with you.
I know my son – he’s just acting this way because it’s sudden. But he truly loves you. Okay?” She reassured me, but I remained silent.
“Come on now, your father is waiting to see you. Wipe away your tears, please.”
I dried my face and followed her out of the room.
PREGNANT FOR A PRINCE : EPISODES 41 – 50
Zoey’s Pov:
I lay on the bed, looking up at the ceiling.
It was already evening, and the thought kept lingering in my mind. Zosar was getting married tomorrow morning.
Shortly after, I heard a knock on the door, disturbing my thoughts.
“Who is it?” I asked, sitting up.
“It’s a guard. Prince Zosar requests your presence,” he replied, and I furrowed my brows, sitting up straight.
Huh?
Zosar??
I got out of bed and opened the door, finding him still standing there.
“Um…where is he? In his room?” I asked.
“No. Come with me, please,” he replied and started walking away, and I followed.
Where is he taking me? And why would Zosar be calling for me? That was actually the first time it’s happening.
We kept walking for a long time and finally arrived at a garden where I met Zosar on a round table, with different foods and drinks displayed on it.
Huh?
“You can leave,” he said to the guard who bowed and left.
Hm. Is this a tricky way of inviting me for dinner?
“Hi,” I said softly, still standing.
The foods on the table were tempting.
“Good evening. Please, have a seat,” he offered, and I nodded and took one on the other side of the table, facing him.
“Um…what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be making preparations for tomorrow?” I asked, more like in a teasing way, and he scoffed.
“How have you been?” He asked, and I shrugged.
“Fine – I guess. Just bored.”
He stood up and started dishing out the food, looking like a gentleman.
“Um…you really called me here for dinner?” I asked as I awaited him.
“Is there something wrong with it?” He smiled.
“Of course, not. I just…don’t want anybody’s fiancée to pull my hair.” I said, expecting him to laugh, but instead, his countenance changed.
Oops!
He dished out the two plates of sumptuous meal and handed the one to me.
“Thanks,” I muttered as I collected it.
Then, he returned to his seat, and we started eating.
“What time will the wedding take place tomorrow?” I asked, unable to avoid talking about it.
“Oh! Before 10 – I guess,” he replied, and I nodded.
I guess I’d have to attend.
PREGNANT FOR A PRINCE : EPISODES 41 – 50
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