Fake Princess
CHAPTER 125
The food came again twice. Does that mean one day has passed, or two days? I can't be sure, because I don't know how often Melani decides to feed me. I don't even know if Melani will keep feeding me or not. My appetite is small, but I still force myself to eat, because I am not sure if I will get food delivery again or not.
What am I supposed to do now? I couldn't stop thinking about it, even though I knew that whatever was on my mind would make no difference. The king died a few days ago. It usually takes weeks before a new ruler is crowned, after which the whole country gets time to mourn the departure of the old ruler. But now, after Melani has heated up the queen's long-held fears over her daughter's safety, there may be no one to suspect a hasty coronation.
Perhaps they would not even wonder why the queen and princess were kept away from everyone except for a few of the country's counsellors still fell in love with the image of Diana, the princess who was hidden and then found again. No one wants to harm him.
That means Melani was right. Even if Devan manages to bring Bella to Vivaskari, she won't be able to find anyone who wants to hear our story.
We have failed, I realized it with a feeling of sadness. Riana will be crowned, and Melani will have time to hunt down Bella and put her in a cell like this. And I, well..what's the point of keeping me alive? Maybe Melani will let me live until she finds Bella, with the slim hope that I will help her find the real princess. But after that, a triangle, one side collapsed.
I think I was being stupid, for a few days after Devan said that he loved me. It was even foolish enough to allow myself to imagine those words again. Melani was right, the Devan family would never allow Devan to marry me. Paula once told me that they were looking for a future wife for Devan, because now there was no hope that the real princess would choose her best friend. I never asked Devan; something inside me, which I had not realized, always avoided him, was not curious. No, I will never be allowed to marry Devan. Even a few years from now, after I felt that I was old enough to get married, even if I managed to learn enough to get a position as a Novis witch. I remained poor and commoners, and not good enough.
That's if Devan still loves me. Didn't I reject her, cast a spell that might just take away all the love she felt? Even though Devan came after me, maybe he did it out of pity, or out of debt for our past friendship. Maybe Devan doesn't love me anymore, already realizing how dangerous it is to love someone like me.
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