Fake Princess
CHAPTER 65
Then Diana turned around and almost arrived on the street when I remembered something. “ Wait!” i'm yelling. Diana turned to look at me, as fast and as smooth as the movements of a deer, “ What is your name, then?”
“ Riana,” said “ First my name was Riana.”
I tilt my head. Rianna. He looked at me for a while more, then I was alone beside the statue, rain dripping down on my face.
I had already returned to Paula's house when I remembered that I had not asked Diana if she had sent the man dressed in brown, nor had I thought of being wary of her on the way home.
When I got home, I told Paula. Not everything, or even most of it, that I didn't tell you about was the man who followed me. I just said meet Diana on the street and we had a chat. However, I asked about the pull I felt right before seeing Diana, the sensation of being pulled towards her.
“ I was standing there, outside the store, then I felt like I had to look at him. I didn't even know there was someone standing there, but I kept glancing over there. It feels like..” I shook my head, looking for comparisons.
“ Like there is a rope between us, pull us closer.”
Paula was silent, her clutch resting on the edge of the small bowl before her. “ Does the princess feel the same way? Did he say anything about it or, rather, did you ask him that?”
“ No,” I admit. “ I was surprised to see it, and I forgot about it.”
Little treads of fear playing around on my spine. “ A spell?” my many. “ Do you think it's a spell?”
Paula peeked at the contents of the bowl, then thrust it at me. “ Do you think these seeds can be mashed even smoother ? I don't think it is, for me, a little late. but, nevertheless, there is no harm in checking it again.”.
When I agreed to her opinion, Paula snatched back her bowl and put down her mouthpiece. “ Yes, I think it's a spell, or rather, the effect of a spell. The spell that used to make you look like the princess, according to my pangamatan, arguably moved a small part of the essence of the princess. They took a little bit of his soul, I don't know a more appropriate term, and transferred it to you. They use it to cover your own essence so that, in the eyes of the witch who observes it, you will look like the princess.
Of course the circumstances give them convenience, because who ever thought to find someone else who is hiding, moreover, behind the skin of the princess ?” Paula furrowed her eyebrows and crossed her arms. “ Well, since all they took was only a small part of his soul, the spell was very powerful. The spell makes you look like the princess from any point of view, even pushing your magic so deeply that it only made it back long after it was broken. I guess.. although, of course, I could be wrong, you will always feel the waves when near Diana.”.
“ Inside me there's a part of her?” my many.
Paula shook her head briefly, either signaling yes or no. “ Like I said, it's just a theory. I tried to ask Omar, I said I was curious about being a professional. After all, it's just a theory, so it might not be the truth, but I guess it's true. It's even as if they didn't manage to take out all the parts of his soul, because you feel drawn to the real one. As if they accidentally left a little piece of Diana inside you.”
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