30 Days with Prince Obnoxious, What Could Go Wrong? [Part 6]

Almost every fairytale stories starts with 'Once upon a time...' and ends with '...and the lived happily, ever after'.

I know my once upon a time introduction. But I'm still searching for my happily ever after - which is getting more and more unlikely.

Part of me was still thinking that Emily was still traumatized by my Cinderella story. Maybe I should say sorry, but I have no idea how to. 'I'm sorry I bring the real truth in her magical, fantasy story' seems unflattering to me.

But despite my horrible talent for story-telling (and my tiredness for sleeping on the damn stairs last night), I still wen't to work anyway. And dare I say, I got the stony girl to laugh once today when she was piggy-back riding me towards the fountain outside.

Once outside, I took my coat and wrapped it around her. The December's air was chilly, I wouldn't be surprise if the water gushing out of the fountain turns into ice sculpture in a split second. Then it got me thinking...

"It snows here...right?" I asked Emily. She nodded.

"We celebrate on the day it snows." She then said. Don't we all?

Later, I discovered that Vallencia actually celebrates them, especially at night where stalls are open and the streets are lined up with colourful lanterns and candles. Which reminds me, I haven't went to the city yet.

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"What were you doing with His Royal Highness anyway?" Melissa asked me at lunch. We were eating outside (partly because most of the times, we can't even go into the dining hall unless we are allowed to), in a cake house near to the palace.

"Who was that girl you were with?" I asked back.

Earlier, once I realized I was sleeping on the stairs with the prince on my lap all night, I immediately ran upstairs without announcing anything or answering any questions that were shooting out of Melissa's and that other girl's mouth.

"I ask first," she said, digging her spoon into her chocolate mousse.

"I went to get a muffin," I started, staring at my freakishly huge brownie cake staring back at me. I heard a muffled laughter in front of me.

"I'm serious! I had dream about those muffins that night-"

"Yeah but muffins?"

"Do you want to hear the story or not?" I snapped impatiently. I'm always known for my ill-temper and lack of patience.

Kate grinned at me. "Fine, go ahead."

So I started to tell her about those muffins, and my encounter with Prince Alexander's exhausted-self.

"Wow, why do you think he got that tired?"

I shrugged.

"And the answer to my question is?" I said.

"An agent in training for the secret service," Kate answered, waving it off like it was the most normal thing to say.

Should have seen that coming. I didn't know what to say, so I nodded and continues burying my face in the brownie.

It's the most delicious brownie that I had ever have. Mom never knew how to cook those kind of cakes anyway.

"So do you like him?"

"Who?" I asked, snapping out from my daydreaming.

"Prince Alexander," she simply said.

"Like him?"

"Yeah. You two seem very comfortable."

I almost glared at her. Almost.

"Hell no!" I exclaimed loudly - probably too loud, since I earned the glares from passer-by and people who were having their peaceful lunch there.

"I hate him, he hates me," I said, my eyebrows knitted together.

"Hate? Why?" Kate asked, her eyes sparkle.

"Because he gets angry just by looking at me! And I hate him because of that stupid reason!"

Kate raised her eyebrow.

"Just by looking at you? Why?"

I snorted. "How should I know?!"

And the anger and rage that had vanished before came back.