[BOOK ONE] Training Prince Arrogant (INTENSE EDITING)

Chapter One | Introductions (E)

"That's not going to make me want to talk about it." I felt Julian sitting right next to my head.

I hated the idea of living with Mother and Father for the rest of my life. I do not mean that literally, I'll eventually marry someone myself and move out of this dratted place.

"Please, Lyra?" Julian softly requested.

Once again, I threw my blanket aside and glared at him, "Damn you."

"You'll tell me?" he lighted up, seeming too excited.

"I'll tell you. But do not interrupt me, or I will stop and I won't talk to you ever again."

"Okay...you may precede, my Lady." He triumphantly grinned.

Taking in his sarcasm, "Be quiet. Here's the thing. I do not want you to leave, or marry that girl. But mostly, I don't want you to leave me. Leave me here with Mother; she's going to kill me."

"Lyra..." Julian acknowledged.

I stopped him, "If not then I'm going to kill Mother. She is so annoying."

"Lyra, you are being silly. I won't be far away. And that girl is my going to be my future wife, I love her."

I felt offended, "More than you love me?"

"No." Julian kindly smiled, "Lyra, you'll always be the second girl I love."

I beamed at what he told me but I missed something. Julian said second. "Second? Who's the first?"

"Mother." Julian reminded me.

"God, Julian. You know you are Mother's only son. This is why you're her favourite."

"Mother does not play favourites. She loves us equally. She just wants you to be brought up correctly." Julian told me, defending Mother's honour.

Deep down I knew Julian was right; I just hated admitting it to him. "Whatever."

"When I marry Ella, I will probably visit you at the end of every month. Mother would want me to." He expressed.

"You promise?"

"I promise. But in the meantime, do not give Mother hell." Julian warned.

I couldn't promise that to Julian, giving Mother hell always made my day. She would tell me to go and attend my afternoon lessons and an hour or so later, she would find me in the garden playing with my cousins. She'd always say "Ladies never play around with boys." Please, like that's going to stop me.

"When you get to my age, you will probably understand marriage." Julian gently pressed.

"You are only nine years older than me. I don't see the difference." I told him in a dry tone.

"You'll understand. Soon enough." Julian kissed me one last time on the forehead, "And remember what I taught you."

"Swing and strike." I recite, recalling a memory of Julian teaching me how to handle a sword.

"Good girl. I love you Lyra,"

Julian stood up and attached his sword onto his strap and walked towards my door with his head held high. He stopped and the lock and looked towards me, asking for my permission to let Mother in.

"I love you too Julian. You big goat." Muttering the last part under my breath.

"I heard that." Closing the door, once again.

"You were supposed to." I smiled.

~ooOoo~

I watched as the figure of Julian's carriage grow smaller and smaller until I could no longer see the box. Turning back into the entrance, I was halted by Mother.

"I hate you."

"I beg your pardon." Mother exclaimed.

"You heard me. You could have told Julian to wait a few more years then get married but you just had to wed him and ship him off to another country."

Father shook his head, "You're only seventeen, Lyra. You do not understand."

"So? Julian's only twenty-six. I fully understand what's going on. You're trying to use your children into joining alliances with other countries." I unveiled.

Father laughed at my intelligence. I wasn't slow nor was I stupid. But Father didn't lecture me, "Yes and we are doing our part for the Royal Family. It's what The Demori's do."

"Well, it is time for a change. You do not have to listen to them if you do not want to, Father."

"It is not that simple, Lyra." Mother spoke out.

"Who do they think they are? Ordering Father around, marrying off his children so that their Kingdom grows stronger and stronger by the minute." I asked Mother.

"Lyra, that's enough," Father told me.

"No, the Theodorian's can do all of that by themselves. They're bunch of fakes and crooks."

At that moment, I knew I should have stopped my protest but I had gone too far with my words. Badmouthing the Royal Family looked bad on my behalf and ultimately I paid the consequences.