Fake Princess
CHAPTER 152
I don't know, I'll never know. Maybe it all happened as it should, or maybe it didn't. Whatever may happen, I keep saying it's me, I'm the one who helped start all these events, and I accept all the consequences for my actions.
But is it all worth it? I'm not sure. I was sitting in the garden when he came, my fingers playing around in the small fountain. It was a sunny day, and I almost decided to go into the house when the back gate opened, and Bella walked in.
“ I told you I would visit you,” Bella said when she saw my shocked expression. “ You think I'll forget?”
Bella sat beside me on the edge of the fountain. She was wearing a long dark green dress, and it seemed that morning that her hair was neatly clamped around her head. But Bella kept tugging at the neckline of her dress, keeping it away from her skin, and there were a few strands of hair that were leaking around her face. Several times his gaze moved to and fro while observing the surroundings of the garden, remaining like a fox.
“ They keep calling me Diana,” finally Bella said. “ I can't get used to that name.”
“ I understand,” I said.
Bella puts her shoulders. “ At least Devan does. And there's so much I have to learn, and twice as fast, that's what my grandmother used to say. Different places, people, facts, and everything. I slept with my head flooded with all that.”
“ I'm sure you can learn all that,” I said, but Bella raised her hand to interrupt.
“ What will you do, Amelia?”
“ In your life. What are you planning to do?”
I gulped, my mouth suddenly dry. “ Me. I don't know for sure. I'll keep learning from Paula. I wanted to visit my aunt in Treb, to find out if we could get along better. I think I'll..” I was silent, doubtful. I spent so much time putting Bella on the throne that I never thought about what would happen afterwards. Although I finally had time to think about my own life during the long days that passed after the failed coronation, my mind was filled with other things. However, it seems that now reality is pressing me along with Bella's question. What am I going to do, after there is no need to save a country? Once I get to know myself better, I know what I can do. My life, I realized, had stopped, like an unfinished painting. It was as if I was hovering over it while grasping a brush, unsure where to proceed. I've reached my goal, completed my adventure, and I don't know what to do for myself.
“ I thought you didn't have much of a plan. And that's good, because I need you,” Bella said briefly.
I didn't expect it. “ What?”
Bella turned around until she was fully facing me, a line of tension appearing between her eyebrows. “ You know everything, Amelia. All the things I have to learn. You could be…. My primary counselor. You can stay in the palace, or you can stay here, keep learning from Paula. It must be nice to have a witch I can trust. I just... “ For a moment the watchful and resilient expression that always radiated on his face disappeared. Bella looks young, and scared.
“ They keep calling me princess—they want to immediately crown me queen.” Bella breathes through her nose. “ Well, most of them. There are some who continue to grumble about the way I ‘ grew up ‘ and whisper into wondering if I can read. I don't think they're sure if someone who grew up in a cabin in the middle of a forest really deserves to be queen.”
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