Find Me Alastar

“Kiss me properly,” he whispers as his eyes search mine.

My throat aches and I feel like I can’t breathe.

“Emmaline,” he whispers.

I stare at him through tears.

He kisses me and holds my cheeks in his hands as he screws up his face in pain.

My face scrunches up as the tears break the dam of control. I pull out of the kiss and step back.

I need to get away.

“Goodbye,” I whisper.

His haunted eyes hold mine.

He can’t even say it. He can’t say goodbye.

I turn and walk away into the cold hard reality that I brought all of this on myself.

“Oh, babe, I’m so sorry.” Brielle sighs from the end of my bed.

I nod sadly, feeling sorry for myself. “Yeah. Me, too.”

“Do you want me to tell you he’s a fuckwit?”

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She smirks. “He is such a fuckwit.” I smile sadly. If only that were true.

“What are you going to do?”

I shrug. “Forget him. I deleted his number from my phone so I can’t call him.”

“Good idea.”

We both sit in silence for a little while.

“I seriously don’t get it, though. I would swear he was madly in love with you. I think I’m more

shocked about this than you are.” I stare at her, still numb. “Not helping.” I sigh.

She looks down and notices the box of letters. “What’s this?” she asks as she picks them up.

I smile my first genuine smile all day. “They came with my ring.”

“Huh?” She frowns.

“The little old lady rang me back to tell me that the box they came in has the same stampings as my

ring.”

“What? What are they?” She opens the box and takes out a letter.

I smile. “I’ve been reading them in order. They are love letters to a princess from her guard.”

Her eyes light up.

“I’m up to the sixth one. They are so in love.”

She puts her hand over her heart.

“You have to read them in order. Go back and read the first one. She slipped him a note to come and

visit her in the middle of the night.”

“Are you serious?” she whispers as she holds the letter in her hand and studies it.

“Those letters are the only thing that’s keeping me sane during my love life crisis at the moment,” I

murmur sadly.

Brielle smiles. “Its not a crisis, it’s just an Irish fiasco. The sadness will pass because as you will

soon realise that all men are bona-fide fuckwits and the female race is a lot better off without them.”

My beloved Princess.

The last twenty-two nights in your arms have been the best nights of my existence.

The Princess paces back and forth in her room, furious and unable to control her anger. Alchron

hasn’t been to her chamber for three nights and today she heard chambermaids talking. He had been at

a dance two nights ago with a blonde woman and they left together.

How could he do this? She thought that they had something wonderful. Her innocence had blinded

her. Her angry tears roll down her face.

Knock, knock.

Her eyes dart to the door. He came! Her heart picks up pace and she runs to open it in a rush.

“Hello.” He smiles softly, but his face falls when he sees her tears. “What is wrong?” he whispers

as he enters the room.

She closes the door behind him and her broken eyes hold his. “Who is she?” she whispers.

His face falls. “Who is who?”

“Do not insult me with your lies, Alchron. Who is the blonde you have been parading around the

village with? I have been here waiting, pining for you, and you go take pleasure in another woman’s

body?” she cries.

“Shh,” he whispers. “Your guards will hear you.”

“I do not care!” she screams.

He smiles sympathetically.

“You find this funny?” she cries through tears.

“The blonde you speak of is my sister.”

Her face falls.