Fake Princess
CHAPTER 107
But Devan was unmoved; he glared at me under the dim night light, his face full of determination. “ That's too dangerous. Now he must be watching you more closely, if he doesn't try to hurt you again. Either we report it, or we completely forget everything, Amelia.”
I felt as if Devan had just kicked me hard in the stomach; I was actually ducking while holding my stomach. “ Forget it?” i gasp. “ What are you talking about,”
“ What difference does it make if Riana or Diana are sitting on the throne? They're both members of the kingdom, aren't they? And Riana. He doesn't know anything about any of this. She will be a good queen.”
I shook my head, then stood up from the chair. I don't believe any of this, I can't believe what Devan said. “ We can't—Melani—they're traitors! His family attempted to overthrow the original queen.”
“ Over a hundred years ago!” Devan was angry. “ It's been so long that almost no one remembers it.”
“ No! There's difference!” now that I was walking back and forth, my arms were hugging the body tightly. How could Devan say that? How does he think I can just forget all this? “ There is a difference ! If we can't find it, then everything—liveku—“
my voice's choked. I could barely breathe; it felt like my lungs were too small to breathe the air I needed.
But Devan scowled and closed his eyes. “ So that's the core of all this, right? That's why we can't report it. It's not about insufficient evidence, or even the possibility of Paula getting hurt. You want to find it yourself. It's not just about the land, or the throne. It's about proving that you're not an insignificant person. If you can't be a princess, you'll be the princess' savior.”
“ You can't just be a copyist, or a witch. For the sake of the Nameless God,” Devan shouted as he swept his hair. “ I hope they never find you, never make you think you're a princess. Nothing will be good enough for you, nothing now. You'll never be happy. You put yourself in danger, taking it all by yourself, only to prove that they all misjudged you. And I just—aku only—“
Then suddenly, Devan stepped before me, clutching my shoulder to stop my pacing steps, he kissed me.
If I used to think that being kissed by Jose was a general description of a kiss, then I was wrong. This kiss beats Jose's kiss, it feels like sun kiss, or happiness. Devan's arm hugged me, grasped me so tightly that I thought his hand could leave a mark on my back. But her lips were soft, moving with mine as if she had been doing it for years, warm and tender. A little mouse full of pleasure licked all over my body, from my lips to my toes. I felt my own hand creeping down Devan's neck, and I thought I'd be drowning in this sensation.
Then, a cold chill emerged as the air swept between our bodies. Devan kisses again, then retreats. I gasped, like a drowning woman who just couldn't breathe because she was swallowed by the waves.
“ I love you, Amelia,” Devan said, not trembling but full of confidence. “ I've loved you for—oh, many yearstahum—even before I realized it. I loved you when I was a princess, and I love you now. I just want you to be happy. And I want you to survive. I don't care if you're the Queen or not.”
Devan stroked the side of my face, his thumb sweeping my lips. “ But you care, don't you?”
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