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CHAPTER TWO

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GUEST

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GUEST.

The word ran across Evangeline’s mind as she hops towards the guest hall with the maid behind her. “Did the Queen send gifts for my upcoming birthday?” She asked hopefully, but no answer.

She halts.

The maid halts behind her.

She turned around and asked. “I asked you something?”

The maid stayed quiet. “Jennet?”

“The Queen came herself, for your upcoming birthday.” Jennet answered. A rush of anxiety and frustrations went through her. “After pushing me off the cliff she came here to celebrate my birthday?”

She clicked her tongue barely taking any steps further to meet the Queen; her grandmother. “Isn't she being so sweet after so many years?” She asked herself, remembering what she did instead of training her about businesses and management.

Instead she just married her off, never asked her how she's been doing, never came to meet her. Then why now?

They both stood in the middle of the east corridor, the excitement in her has died. She wondered why her lover wasn't in sight this morning. He knew she would come, and he disappeared without a single word.

“The Queen wanted to meet you,” Jennet urges her and she hesitates, and agreed. Or else the Queen might misunderstand and fire her from her duty.

And that is what she doesn't wants.

She stood in front of the guest hall, just to see her grandmother sitting on the center couch with a big basket on the table. She knows what would be inside the box. Pastries and Cookies. Her favorites.

“Why don't you come and sit beside me?” Her grandmother smiles, but she stays pinned to the spot. “Me? I thought that spot is for your rich-grand-son-in-law.” A small chuckle left her and Ms.Olive glanced at her in disbelief.

She was becoming worse day by day just like the way their master had demonstrated. Smart but oversmart. Bold but dumb. Has confidence but is confused. Spoiled Girl. A Royal Brat!

Would do everything opposite of what you would expect from her! He was right.

She gradually went nearer to her grandmother and sat where she had told her to be, being all modest and demure.

“You're right,” her grandmother said, patting her shoulder. “I don't see him, Where is Ruslan?”

Disbelief. Disbelief took over her face, her expressions changed. “You came here to meet him?” She yanked the old woman's hand from her shoulder. Her brain is not processing anything.

Her grandmother smiles at her. “Yes, I came here to meet you as well as him, he's important to me, to our kingdom, more than you.”

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