Chapter 36
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(Derek. The king)t
Writer’s P O V
Tears suddenly started spilling from Pink’s eyes again, she just kept looking at Prince Reagan. She doesn’t no a way to react to his sudden outbur-st. He likes me? He liked me since we were kids.
Pink shut her eyes and tried to see if she could recall anything from the past but couldn’t recall anything.
With her eyes still closed. She felt prince Reagan’s thumb drying her tears away.
“Look, Amanda. I..I might be a little selfish but I still don’t want you to leave. I know our situations and all but I am not still willing to let you go.. I…”
“Forget the other things. You are married, I..I can’t..be with you. I can’t ruin another’s marriage.” Pink interrupted Prince Reagan opening her eyes.
“I am not asking you to ruin someone’s marriage. All I am asking you is to stay with me.”
“It’s the same as ruining your marriage. And I..”
“Shh,” prince Reagan shushed ma-king her keep quiet. He held her chin up, moving closer to her.
“That marriage, I didn’t agree to it. I was f0rç£d to marry her because she claimed to be pregnant for me. It isn’t even a proper marriage as we haven’t even gone throu-gh the rites. Its more like I’m still courting her. Its you I wanna be with and that’s the main reason I brou-ght you back here with me,” Prince Reagan explained.
Pink took her face down again.
“Derek won’t agree. Once he learns of the situation, he’ll hate you all. Aside hating you, he won’t want me to be with you because you are alre-ady with someone else. There is no escaping,” Pink muttered taking her eyes away from him.
“Look at me. Derek is no problem, he’ll get over it with time. He’ll come to like me back because I am not my father, I’ll make him un-derstand that,” prince Reagan said cu-pping her cheeks.
Pink remained quiet for a long time and Prince Reagan took her silence as a yes.
He took her to the couch and made her sit down.
“Do you want something? Anything?” He asked her with the tone that said ‘don’t you dare refuse me.’
“Just a cu-p of water. My throat has become dry from yelling,” Pink mumbled in reply fiddling with her dress.
She saw prince Reagan left, he c@m£ back with a bottle of chilled water, then handed it over to her. She collected it and sipped it a little from it.
“When are we leaving?” Pink asked staring at him.
“After you might have calmed down and agreed to stay,” Prince Reagan replied.
“I can’t give you the final answer now. Let me speak with my brother first. Then I’ll get back to you,” Pink responded earning a sigh from prince Reagan.
“Why are you so stubborn?” He sighed again.
“Let’s go. I suppose we are done here,” Prince Reagan mumbled walking to the door. He held it open for Pink and she walked out.
Prince Reagan locked the door and they got into the car.
Few minutes into the road. Both of them remained quiet with Prince Reagan constantly staring at her. She is sitting in the pas-s£nger’s sit beside him, resting her head on the sit.
Prince Reagan recalled her earlier words again and guilt filled him.
He could only wonder why his father could do such a thing.
After pu-lling up inside shared houses. Pink c@m£ down without a word to him and left.
“My prince,” Simon called walking towards the car.
Prince Reagan handed the car keys to simon, coming down from the car.
“My prince,” simon called again.
“What is it?” Prince Reagan asked, ruffling his hair out of frustration.
“It’s the king. He request your pres£nce in the next hour,” Simon revealed ma-king Prince Reagan snap his head at him.
“Why?” He asked, almost yelling at him.
Simon shifted back.
“I don’t really know. But I suspect that the crown prince is involved,” simon revealed.
“Argh,” Prince Reagan gr-unted angrily.
He entered the car again.
“Let’s go,” he ordered out of frustration.
*
“Your s£nt for me,” Prince Reagan mumbled to his father while staring at the floor.
His queen, the crown prince’s mother was sitting beside him as he eat.
“Yes. Since you returned back here, you didn’t even bother showing up here. I can only wonder if you are truly my son,” the king said eating his meal slowly.
“I was occu-pied with a lot of things. I’m sorry,” he apologized.
The king shook his head in un-derstanding.
“I heard you didn’t attend your brother’s wedding anniversary, why is that?” The king asked.
“I did attend but got caught up with some unexplainable situations.” Prince Reagan defended himself.
“So you mean your brother, the crown prince is lying about not seeing you there? If you attended, why didn’t you meet up with him,” the queen ch!pped in.
Prince Reagan frowned, hating the fact that she was talking to him. If it weren’t for the pres£nce of his father he could have just ignored her but can’t.
“You can ask Steven,” he simply replied.
“Your brother will only defend you, nothing more,” the queen scoffed at him.
“Elizabeth, leave us. I nee-d to speak to my son,” the King ordered and she obliged.
“Come, come sit with me,” the king beckoned on him. He hesitated but later went to sit beside the king.
“So I heard you c@m£ back with a mistress…..”
**
Pink asked a maid about the whereabouts of Derek and was told he was in the kitchen. Pink thanked the maid and started going to the kitchen, she got into the kitchen to see Derek k!ssing… k!ss!nga lady, a maid.
“Derek!” Pink screamed ma-king Derek and the maid hisl-ips are locked with flin-ch.
“What the fv¢k? What the fv¢k are you doing?” Pink screamed at him in question. She walked towards the speechless Derek and pu-ll-ed him by the ear out from the kitchen.
“Hey, you are hurting me. St©p it,” Derek frowned at her.
Pink left his ear, she turned to face him.
“What have you been doing? Taking advantage of all the maids here?” Pink asked, wi-de eyes.
Derek shrugged.
“Not all the maids, only Matilda, but I don’t like her tho. She is the one s£dûç!ng me,” Derek replied acting as if it was not a big deal.
“So, that is why you have been pla-ying with her heart?” Pink asked.
“No sis! I..she…it was just this once. She pleaded and I..you know, it was only once,” Derek stuttered a bit.
Pink stared up at him for a while, suddenly recalling the important thing she has to tell him.
“Follow me, I have a lot to tell you,” Pink started walking to her room. Derek followed.
“You know you own me an apology for what you did to me. I should be so mad at you right now but I’m holding back,” Derek said looking at Pink.
Pink suddenly halted, ma-king Derek to also st©p walking.
He lifted his eyes to look at the person Pink was staring at to see….who was she again…he can’t remember her name or anything but he knows that she is one of the many ladies here who has been eye fv¢kïng him everytime he bu-mps into them.
Pink kept staring at Celia who glared at her, but what she doesn’t un-derstand is why she is forcing a dirty smile to her face whenever she looks at Derek.
She better not be falling for my brother, Pink thought eyeing her.
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Chapter 37
(Royal adviser)
Writer’s P O V
“So I heard you c@m£ back with a mistress.” The king said surprising Prince Reagan.
“Um…kinda of,” Prince Reagan shrugged wearily of what he is going to say next.
“Why did you get a mistress? Isn’t your wife enough for you?” The king asked.
The question brou-ght another question into prince Reagan’s head.
Why did you marry my mom after having a queen? The question was at the ti-p of his ton-gue to ask but he withheld himself.
“So, where did you pick her up from?” The king asked, his tone screaming knowledge.
It was as if he alre-ady knew the answer to that but just decided to ask.
“From London,” Prince Reagan answered and the king shook his head.
Prince Reagan kept staring at him, expecting to ask his next question but the king didn’t ask about pink again.
Something is wrong, prince Reagan thought feeling uneasy.
“So, I got this info that your flir-ty pictures are all over the net. Why aren’t you taking those pictures down yet?” The king asked, jumping into another t©pic.
“I…I haven’t seen those pictures,” prince Reagan lied.
The king nodded his head, not adding another word to the t©pic. It got prince Reagan feeling more uneasy.
He knows his father, even tho he doesn’t know him to the core. He knows that the king might have investigated the situation first and found out something that doesn’t nee-d to get out.
**
Prince Reagan walked out from the room, bu-mping into the king’s adviser who was rushing in to see the king.
“Oh, so sorry my prince,” the old man apologized for not seeing prince Reagan earlier and almost bu-mping into him. Prince Reagan just nodded at him.
He started walking out from the palace but bu-mped into the last person he wanted to see, his elder brother Marcus. The crown prince.
‘Oh, look at who we have here.” The crown prince chuckled st©pping to stare at his youngest brother.
“So long Reagan, isn’t it?” Crown prince Marcus chuckled again.
Prince Reagan just remained muted.
“So, what brings you here little brother?” Prince Marcus asked.
“The king called,” Prince Reagan mouthed.
“I nee-d to leave,” he added and made to walk past him but Marcus’s voice halted his steps.
“So, I didn’t see you at my wedding anniversary. Why are you still avoiding me even up till now?” Prince Marcus asked, his tone sounding more serious.
“I c@m£. I just explained to father the reasons you didn’t see me,” Prince Reagan answered.
“Oh, but you didn’t care to come see me the next day, or even call. You just treated me like I was a nob©dy right?” Prince Marcus asked, a hint of anger in his voice.
As much as Prince Reagan hated apologizing to him, it seems like only an apology will bring him out of the situation.
He turned to fully face Prince Marcus.
“I’m sorry, I won’t disappoint you again,” Prince Reagan apologized.
“I nee-d to leave now,” he added before exiting prince Marcus pres£nce.
Crown prince Marcus watched him as he got into his car and drove off. He turned back and continued heading to the king’s room.
He was just at the door, about to go in when he heard the king ask a question to someone.
“Who do you really think should ascend the throne after I’m gone?” The question made crown Prince Steven become rigid where he stood.
He heard the voice of the king’s royal adviser reply him.
“Um…my king, I don’t really think I should be giving you this advise,” the adviser replied.
“Come on, go on. That is the reason you have that title, you are my royal adviser, who do you is fit for my throne?” The king asked him.
Inside the room the royal adviser shifted on one feet uncomfortably not un-derstanding the reason why the king is asking him such things. He has chos£n his successor alre-ady, hasn’t he?
“Um…my king. From my observation amongst your four sons, the second prince is not fit at all for the throne. He has shown it in different ways that he is not interested, he is always travelling from one country to the other with his wife so I think he is off the list.”
“Your third son which is prince Steven I think is too soft hearted and carefree, un-der his reign people of course will enjoy a lot but others will take it as a chance to manipulate him. And when that happens, catastrophic situation will arise.”
‘Ok, that leaves us with the first and the last. Go on,” the king nodded in un-derstanding to him.
“Yes my king. Your first son which is the crown prince, I feel he is too desperate for the throne. Of course he behaves like a future king, no doubt will rule well, but un-der his reign I think people might likely also have it ha-rd as he won’t easily show mercy to offenders. He doesn’t look into matters well before pronouncing judgement, this will likely affect him. The people might also hate him for that.”
“And lastly, your last son. Well to me, from all my observation I think your last son is best fit for the throne, he handles difficult situations well. He is a combination of kind and cold, although he doesn’t also behave like he wants the throne. But I know he is very brilliant and will handle your throne well after you because you will never know his real thought until he reveals it, he always has this unre-adable look on his face which you always have on,” the royal adviser concluded.
“Hmm….” the king heaved a long sigh after that.
Right outside the door, the crown prince Marcus fisted his hands ti-ght in anger.
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