Eroda ✓ h.s (Discontinued)

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Holy smokes! thanks for 15k on Eroda!!

it's been like 6 months since I've been here, honestly, I just didn't feel like writing anymore. I was so close to deleting all my stories and this account. 2020 had been the worst for me with losing so many loved ones that it made it difficult for me to concentrate on what I love best which is this, writing on wattpad. but I think I'm ready now and I won't bore you anymore with a long note I just wanted to say I'm back, I hope I was missed :))

eleven.

With determined steps, I headed in the direction of the King's office, my body got ahead of my mind and took me there. I stood outside the door, hand reaching for the handle when I heard Dixie call behind me "Ella?" I turned on my heel, actually grateful for that interruption. God knows what I was thinking of just barging in there like that, completely outranked by every single person in there. "Yeah?" I stepped to the side, away from the heavy cherry wood door "What are you doing going on in there?" I fumbled for words as she approached me "I don't know really" I furrowed my brows, posing that very same question at myself. What was I thinking? "Come on now, help me out in the big room. Miss Adveral said we have to tidy up the place once the season begins in two days" Dixie said, pulling onto my forearm as the two of us sprinted towards the big room on the other end of the hall.

The season she referred to was for when suitors from all around the country visit to find their prospective lady. They call it "fixing their daughter's futures in both love and finance" but I'd rather call it "hanging up our daughters and sisters like pieces of meat at a butchery." Princess Amara is currently of marital age, so I can only imagine what a state the palace is going to be in. However, it is lovely seeing various admirable and well-mannered men out and about in our kingdom, they bring a shift to the usual sightings. Reaching the big room, Dixie and I began dusting and moving furniture, "El?" I hummed in response as I wiped the corner of a frame, making sure not a single dust particle was left "Do you think, that just like the princes and princesses, we too will find our perfect match and settle down?" I turned to the young girl, finding her engrossed in a family portrait of the Phillips. I was short for words.

"I think that there's someone made for every other person out there. I believe that, someday, we too will find that someone for us. Maybe not now or maybe not next week because good things take time, all we have to be is patient. Sometimes he, she or they could be standing right in front of us and we wouldn't even know. Life is mysterious that way" I said softly, twisting the edges of a dusting cloth in my hand "That's a good analogy, El" I nodded and turned back to completing the task at hand, thinking about the words I just said. Almost, two hours later, Dixie and I were done with preparing the big room, every inch of it was smudge and dust free. "I'm starving" I blurted as we headed down the hallway "Come on, it's lunch time anyway" Dixie pulled my arm and we ran towards the kitchen, being handed casseroles upon casseroles as we set them onto the dining table, seeing that the usual number of plates were accompanied by two more. "Looks like King Robert and the prince are staying for lunch" Soph mentioned from the side of me and I gulped harshly. Oh dear.

My stomach growled beneath my cotton dress,  surely having caught the attention of anyone standing close by, I waited alongside the kitchen doorway accompanied by the rest of the hand-maidens as we awaited our next set of orders. Miss Adveral joined us a minute later then rushed us into the dining hall where we stood along the entrance in case we were needed. With trepidation and timid steps, I walked behind the girls, keeping my head down to avoid making any contact with the people seated at the table. I fidgeted with the string on the front of my dress, looping it around my finger tighter and tighter each time, hoping the clock will tick faster. I could hear Harry's baritone voice amongst the parents as Princess Amara asked him a question to which he answered very shortly to which she asked him another and another and his response stayed the same, short and clipped, never giving away too much or too less.

What in the goldilocks?

I shook my head off of the childhood story and focused on my surroundings, my neck had started to hurt from having my head hung low, I pressed the nape of my neck to relieve it off the strain I felt and tilted my head backwards before keeping it straight. A breath of air latched itself to my throat, closing my windpipe as I failed to breathe upon Harry's eyes meeting mine. It seemed as if he had just noticed the maidens and I standing there given away by the frown that formed on his pimple free forehead. He glanced at the chairs around the table in confusion and then to Princess Amara before bringing his gaze back to me. I began to panic which he noticed as his lips set into straight line upon realization and the hand he had raised to reach for his glass formed into a fist but morphed it into a gesture of breaking his knuckles. My ears tingled and heat rose in my body as the lie I had been keeping gnawed at me from the inside out.

"Mirella?" The feeling of being underwater drained from my ears as the sound of Princess Amara's voice pulled the clog "Y-Yes?" I stuttered before clearing my throat, very well aware of Harry's chilling gaze on me "What can I do for you, my lady?" I spoke further "Could you be a dear and bring my phone?" I nodded at the fake sincere smile on her face "Right away, my lady" I stepped out the dining room and headed in the direction of Princess Amara's bedroom. Opening her room door, I spotted her phone on her bed and grabbed it in my hand before heading out the door. "You lied to me" I stopped in my tracks seeing Harry standing in front of me, his voice was the same tone he used with Princess Amara "I'm sorry" I bowed before his harshly true statement, rolling my lips into my mouth to keep myself from crying "Why?" I shrugged with a dry laugh "I don't know, I tried to tell you that I'm not a princess, that I'm not what you think I am, that I'm just a middle-class girl who cleans up dust for a living" I blurted out

He took a step forward, his actions caught me off guard "I'm sorry that I didn't tell you before and it's not that I wanted the attention of a Prince, that was never ever my aim. I didn't even know who you were the night of the ball until I saw you in the Queen's closet and realized that you're the Prince" I kept my focus on him, gauging his reaction with each word I spoke only to end up with slight confusion as I ended off. Does he not remember? I pushed any thoughts aside and continued, "I did, however, plan on telling you today or whenever  I see you again after this morning's occurrences. I wasn't going to continue lying to you, it was wrong to the both of us on many levels" I explained myself "That's why you kept calling me 'my Lord' which is fucking stupid if I may add, it sounds gruesome" He replied and I nodded affirmatively.

"Once again, I'm really sorry, I hope you can forgive me. If you want to punish me, by all means go ahead, I shouldn't have dragged this lie on for so long" I reasoned with him. When he didn't say anything except for nod his head, I took that as my cue and stepped aside in path of handing Princess Amara her phone. I breathed a sigh of relief, that went rather well, much better than I expected which was him probably shaking the roof of this palace to the ground from anger. A tug on my elbow stopped me yet again in my tracks as pressure added onto my arm spun me around, my chest colliding with another as lips fell on mine. I sucked in a sharp breath at the change of events, my eyes wide as Harry held me in his arms, cradling my head in his large hand while his lips stayed against mine, kissing me.

so how was that for a comeback update?????