? ROYAL STRUGGLE FOR LOVE ?
? Who’s
My
Baby’s
Father ?
By: Racheal Dennis.
Episode 8?
? Elena’s POV ?
My aunt comes back to the ballroom and sits next to me. She looks around cautiously and seem a little bit shaken, her hands are shaking and her eyes avoiding making contact with anyone.
She was so enthusiastic just a while ago, why is she acting like she’s scared now?.
“Elena, we shouldn’t waste too much time here, ok?”
“Why?”
“Nothing. But after the greet the person that invited you, then we’ll be out of here, alright?” She asks.
I nod.
Just then a loud voice boomed.
“The king of Peoria and The queen of Peoria, His Royal Magesty King Roland . M . Marcella, and Her Royal Magesty, Queen Isabella . R. Marcella, have arrived”
The big doors of the ballroom is thrown open. Everyone stands up and bows their heads as the king and queen confidently walk to their magnificent seats.
“The queen mother of Peoria, Luciana .H. Marcella, have arrived” the voice boomed again.
An elegant old woman walks in, from her side view she looks familiar, like I’ve seen her somewhere before. Then she stopped and looked to my direction, she smiled and give me a small wave. Not knowing what to do, I just smiled back.
But I think I’ve seen that smile somewhere. After much thinking, it clicked.
She’s the Grandma I helped to cross the road the door day!
She walks to her designated seat.
“The crown Prince of Peoria, His Royal Highness, Prince Harry .M. Marcella is here” the voice announced.
Then I see a familiar figure walk in. I looked at the face closely, and no matter how much I try to convince myself that he isn’t him, I still can’t.
Right now, this Harry is different from the one I know outside the palace. This Harry is expensively dressed and there’s no trace of smile on his face, he sets his lips on a thin line. He walks in proudly, with so much confidence.
Though his expression is blank, he stylishly look around as it he’s looking for someone. Then he locks gaze with me and sends me a wink. I just looked away.
He lied to me.
The voice announced the entrance of the second Prince, Stephano and the princess, Gabrielle.
When everyone is seated, the music starts and a group of dancers takes the stage.
I feel someone tap my shoulder, I turned and see Harry standing behind me.
“You came” he said, his eyes twinkling with excitement.
Now that I know he’s royalty, I guess I have to show him proper respect. I stand up and bowed.
“Your highness” I said through gritt teeth.
“Please don’t call me that. Call me Harry like you use to” he told me and try to help stand up right.
“I’m sorry I can’t do that, you’re the Prince and I should show proper respect” I replied.
Harry rolled his eyes. Then he sees my aunt.
“You came with your aunt too, wonderful!” He said.
My gaze drift to my aunt. She’s extremely quiet, she sees Harry but pretends like she doesn’t. I think something is wrong, I’ll ask her about it later.
Harry looks at me, well the gown.
“You look beautiful” he said.
“Thanks” I said and feel myself blush a little. “So, why did you hid your identity, your highness?” I asked.
Harry sighs irritatingly.
“Please don’t call me that again. And also I didn’t mean to hide my identity, it’s just, you didn’t know me as the crown prince and I wanted to know how it feels like not being a royal” he paused. “I’m really sorry, Elena. Please don’t hold it against me” he plead.
Just then Harry’s friend, whom I just knew few minutes ago, that he’s actually Harry’s bodyguard, whispers something in Harry’s ear. Harry nod and turned to me.
“Please excuse me, I’ll see you later” he said and rushes off with his bodyguard.
I sit back down and poured myself some wine.
“Aunty, why are you so quiet? Are you not enjoying the party?” I asked.
She doesn’t say anything, just remains silent and looking towards the queen mother. Watching her every move.
I shrugged it off as nothing, maybe she’s wishing she’s the queen mother.
? Prince Harry’s POV ?
“My prince, one of our men just reported a plot” Mark whispers in my ear.
I nod and turned to Elena.
“Please excuse me, I’ll see you later” I told her and left with Mark immediately.
We went to a quiet corner. My men are already there waiting for me, even though I travelled out of the country, I still have men who gives me information on what’s going on here
“So what plot are you talking about?” I asked.
“Your highness, prince Stephano is planning framing you by poisoning the queen mother” one of my men reports.
I smiled. I know Stephano is angry with me and doesn’t like me because of the crown, but I’m not gonna risk my grandma’s life.
“Go now and replace all the wine on every table” I commanded them.
” Yes, your highness!”
They left quickly.
“Prince Harry, why don’t we report this to the king?” Mark asked.
“We don’t have any evidence. Stephano is always careful with his plans, I don’t think he’ll leave any thing that will trace his crimes back to him” I sigh.
“B-but… ”
” Mark, just get someone to look into it and try if they can find any evidence at all” I told him.
” Yes, my prince”.
Stephano is just fighting over nothing, having the crown is not a big deal. But the safety and security of the people is all that matters, Stephano doesn’t care about the people at all. He’s just obsessed with power.
If the crown falls on him, he’ll enslave everyone in Peoria. I can’t let that happen.
? Elena’s POV ?
My aunt is really making me feel uncomfortable now. She keeps sighing and adjusting in her chair.
“Aunt, is there something that is bothering you?”
She shakes her head.
“No. Let’s just stay for some time and leave”
Just then, Prince Stephano stands up with a glass of wine in his hand.
“Today is a very big day for my grandma” he paused and look around. Everyone has bring their glasses up, then he continues. “She’s 68 today, I wish her more life and lovegity. Cheers!!” Then he brings his glass to his mouth and drink the wine.
Everyone including me, do the same. But just when the queen mother takes the glass to her mouth, my aunt jumps from her chair and shouts.
“No! Don’t drink it!”
She rushes to the queen mother and push the glass away.
Everyone gasped in surprise. The queen mother stands up immediately.
Even I am shocked at my aunt’s boldness, this is a capital crime. I pray they spare her.
“Lady, why did you do that? Don’t you want me to live long?” She asked my aunt.
My aunt nods, then shake her head and nod again. She keeps pointing at the bottle of wine.
“It’s… It’s…. It’s….”
“It’s what, my dear?” The queen mother asked.
“It’s… It’s poi….”
She didn’t finish her sentence, the next sound I heard was..
BOOM!!!
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