𝓡𝓾𝓵𝓮𝓼 𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓡𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓼 -𝐓. 𝐇𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧

chapter 38

"problems never come with a knock. It just opens the door"

      ~R.I.S

Six days went dying in this atmosphere. I was locked up.

I don't why I wasn't protesting. Maybe because in the end, it's all up to rules and regulations over family.

Gah, I don't even know if I was their breed.

What pained me the most is that no one came to see me. I mean they were ordered to let me die gradually

I had asked a staff who said that "except for us being permitted, everyone has been restricted to meet you until it's Saturday. They'll come to you on Saturdays, anytime they want. We are only allowed to serve you food, Isabella"

And it was Friday night. I had to wait and watch twelve hours decreasing from my life while staying awake.

I had the perfect supply of food.

So basically it was a prison with Air conditioning.

Over the last few months, I had been physically or mentally ordered to finish or get rid of my feelings. To not let those neurons work on me. Nature, life, and family pulled a one-eighty degree at me.

Quarreling was in my habit in my childhood. But nowadays when I think of quarreling or protesting, I feel like that there'll be nothing but failure.

One after another kept on breaking my heart, one after each other.

I didn't know how Tom was. I didn't know if he reached home safely. I had no idea about what he did to Tom.

And on the other hand, was Matthew. Was it true that he would marry me off with him? Is it in their nature?

Me being in Australia has a great impact on my life. If I wasn't there, I would have known the reality of the royals. They seem to be see close and happy. But in reality, it's hell. I didn't know that they didn't let anyone date. All girls had to be perfect, steady and young, being married with a man who's twice your age. Actually, age didn't matter. And marriage. Like the guy? They're said hi to each other? Marry them off!

The whole night went away, being lost in these thoughts.

Morning rolled up with a silent knock on my door.

"Come in" I replied with my groggy voice.

The door opened and it was Liz.

Something has struck me since the day he got me locked up here.

She was the queen, she rules , so why didn't she get me out of it?

She smiled at me and I answered her back with a small, fake smile.

"How are you, my darling?" She asked and she sat in front of me.

"You can see how" I replied.

"I have missed you so much" she made a face like she was crying. My eyes rolled up to hers to see it was completely fine and white. She held my cheek and I looked down and nodded.

"If you had did ... Why didn't you do anything?" I asked.

All her reactions, facial expressions were gone. It was like as if she got herself into a trap.

She swallowed "you know, I had have control of this"

"But you're the queen" I retorted back even before she could finish.

"Yeah I mean, remember I said there are some rules that cannot be changed and we cannot go against it? It's just one of them" she replied hastily.

"Then why didn't you do anything when Harry did the same? Why am I going through this punishment? And lastly, do you know I had boyfriends back in Australia." I furrowed my eyebrows.