Fake Princess
CHAPTER 11
I should have cried. My mind, as it looks up towards the palace. Strong winds, jerking my skirt over my legs & blowing my hair into my eyes. Clouds were marching in the sky, blurring the bright light of the sun.
Long I stood there, waiting, but I didn't know what to wait for. Perhaps, waiting for my tears to spill, or waking up from the terrible dream that gripped me. However, I still did not wake up, just a girl standing behind the shadow of a gigantic palace.
There's nothing more I can do. I nodded at Uncle Ronald and received a helping hand to help me get on the train.
“ Take him to Treb, “ I heard him say to the coachman while trying to sit carefully.
“ Her aunt is a dyer there.” Pause for a while, then “Jaga dia.”
The driver rang the bridle, and the car moved forward. While pressing my face as close as possible to the glass window, I prepared to see the palace, where I was raised for the last time. While doing so, I heard a familiar voice shout, “ Diana! Diana!”
Devan emerged from the corner of the stables, running as fast as he could, his arms waving to stop the carriage. But the horses had started galloping, even Devan's long legs could not catch up with them. As I looked at him, Devan stumbled to a stop, his breathing was cut off, his hands resting on his knees. “ Diana,” call him for the last time, but the train does not stop.
I raised my hand to bang on the window and forced the coachman to stop, but just before my hand hit the glass, I let it go,
Devan calls Diana, calling the girl who thinks she is the princess.
I was not Diana all this time. But they just call me by his name.
I leaned back in the chair, heavy & tired. The train passed through the outer walls of the palace towards Vivaskari, and it was only then that I cried.
I stopped crying for a moment after leaving the palace. I rarely cried, last time I was a kid. A princess, I used to think, had to control my emotions because I was a princess. In fact, I'm not sure anyone other than Devan has ever seen me cry after I was seven.
My stomach was wrapped around the last time I saw Devan, his hands resting on his knees, his face flushed red from running. Then, I put away the thought, my esophagus choked.
I tried to pray after I stopped crying, but my mind kept turning from the God without a Name (which is in Author's novel only) to Devan, or my former parents, or empty. However, at last the carriage stopped, interrupting my chaotic thoughts, and I heard the coachman say,
“ What is Treb?”
“ Yes.” The sound came from the right side of the train, and I snuck across the chair to peek out the window. The owner of the voice was an old man who was sucking on a pipe, leaning against a wall that seemed to be a blacksmith's workshop.
“ We are looking for the dyer's house. Can you show it?”
The man tilted his head to signal we had to keep going.
“ Just like I told the courier this afternoon. Her house is on the left, in front of her is a flower garden, “ Strange too, so many rich people come looking for Vania in one day.”
The coachman tossed a coin at the old man, he reached out with a startling nimble to catch him. As the train started moving, I leaned back again, my heart racing. Vania. That must be my aunt's name.
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