The Perfect Princess

Chapter 3-

I swear he just said kissing with a jealous tone.

I quickly mask that and put on a smirk, "Of course, ones never enough, plus he is a devilishly handsome man? Isn't he?"

Haha that will get him going.

He looks at me wide eyes but covers it up with a cough, it was no where near as good as my cover up.

"Flustered?" I say letting our fingers slightly touch feeling the heat pulsating off him causing to be become slightly nauseous in a good way.

The tingles I feel from hand touching is-

Shush.

I've always known how to cover my emotions since I was a child so it was no big deal, this.

Lying about how he truly makes me feel deep, down inside.

He doesn't pull away from the finger touching and I'm intrigued so I take it a step further.

Caressing my thumb over his palm. I hear him stiffen but he once again, covers it, but not quick enough.

"Octavia! How was the dance?" Father asks me as I pull my hand up, allowing him to win the rivalry we had going on.

"It was good, enjoyable to say the least," I reply smiling at him.

"Me and Joseph here have something we must discuss with you two,"

Joseph and my father are sitting at the throne, my father in his seat and Joseph in mine, while me and Matteo just stand there beside each other.

Close, but not close enough.

I'm close enough that I can hear his breathing but not close enough that I can smell him.

Damn.
What is going on in my head?

"So, Lance and I have decided that it is best if you two-" Joseph stops for a moment and my father finishes, "get married."

What the fuck did he just say?

No this cannot be happening,

"What did you say?" Me and Matteo both say in unison, startled by our current status of true hate.

"An arranged marriage, my lovely?" My father looks at me and smiles.

The type of smile that means, you do it or you sleep outside with the wolves.

"King Julian of wicker kingdom, as you know is upping his game in the war region and we need you, Matteo, to lead the battle in the coming future. It could be 10, 20, 50 years in the future. We just don't know," father tells us.

King Julian. You know, sometimes I feel bad for the man. He's 23 and already the king of his kingdom. His parents tragically died in a fire and he took the heir when he was 21. We have heard all kinds of rumours but one is for sure, he is planning a war and our kingdom is included.

Matteo is known all over the Kingdoms of the Ryian Lands for his sword uses.

He is unbelievably talented and hasn't been beaten in a battle.

I remember wooden sword fighting him when we were younger and each time he would slaughter me.

Shit. I don't want to marry him.

How is this fair for me? What do I get to do? Ruin my life and marry someone I don't even love?

"We will arrange the wedding for the 10th of December," Joseph says.

It's currently the 1st of December. 9 DAYS?

So we just have no say in what's happening?

We just accept it?

What about Christian?

Too many thoughts are gushing through my head. It hurts me.

"I need the restroom." I ask fixing my dress. My father nods but starts to say something.

Before I can hear I'm prancing through the Ballroom ignoring the dark piercing eyes on my back.

I slam my door as loud as I can even though I know no one can hear me as my bedroom is miles away from the ballroom.

Literally.

I jump onto my bed that is queen sized and take off my heels and gloves. Why do I have to marry him?

What's Christian going to say!

Suddenly there's a knock on my door, "go away!" I shout putting a pillow over my head.

I don't care about my makeup right now.

I should run away.

Hmm good idea.

Maybe Christian will join me?

I'm not even that into Christian! My head is so filled.

"It's me Octavia!" I hear Zaria's voice and a wave of relief hits me, I thought it was my father or worse, Matteo or worse, Christian.

"Fine," I reply and take the pillow off, she comes in the door slowly, with a look of regret in her eyes too.

"You heard, huh?" She sits down at the edge of my bed and I get up to face her.

"The marriage? You knew?" I ask shocked at her, she surely can't know.

She nods and a rush of anger hits me like I've never felt before, "and you didn't tell me?"

"I was going to, before the ball. But your mother took you," she says looking at me with sorrow in her eyes.

I cant blame her, I would bottle it up too if I was her.

"It's fine, you wouldn't have been able to do anything anyways," I reply softly, I forgive her it's alright.

"How am I supposed to marry him? We don't even get along?"

"Plus me and Christian have always had a thing," I say gritting my teeth and raising my eyebrows.

She sighs deeply, "I know but, I mean Christian doesn't exactly look after you. He is using you and you know it. Plus...Matteo has grown up a lot.. since the last time we've both seen him, let's be honest." She wiggles her eyebrows and I can't help but stifle out a laugh.

I feel my heart break in half. She's right and I know it.

"You're right," I giggle and we're both giggling like little children.

A cough from the door brings us back to reality.