My Black Inheritance

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"Princess, Princess Estelle?" My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a cold touch upon my bare arm, which took me out of my thoughts. "Estelle," He whispered in disbelief, realizing that I had been lost in my imagination for what seemed like hours.

"Oh, yes Prince Maxwell," I answered, ignoring the concerned expression on his face.

"Are you alright?" He asked. I felt him gently hold my arms so I would not be able to pay attention to anyone else but him, so I could focus on him completely.

I glanced over to Timothy, who had been observing our every movement but he was blocked by Prince Maxwell himself.

"Is it Timothy? I can send him away if you like, he does look a bit intimidating," He muttered gently.

"No, no, I am okay, truly," I reassured him. "You do not need to send him away,"

"Okay," Maxwell muttered softly before retracting his hand back to his side. "Well, unfortunately I have to leave now."

"Oh, that is unfortunate," I tried to not sound like I was pathetic but it must have failed with the, once again, worrying look on Prince Maxwell's face.

"Do not worry, I will see you at Harriet Private School remember?" He reassured, resting a hand on my shoulder.

"I know, you better get going Prince Maxwell," I said, placing and holding my hand on his.

He looked unconvinced by me. So was I. Why did I want him to stay when he clearly needed to leave? I am just making it harder for myself and him. I think I was subconsciously trying to hold onto something that I knew couldn't last.

Even though I knew that it was better for him to move on, I was hoping that he would stay and that it would all work out.

He let go of my hand and felt his hair thoroughly to make it stay down. This was even with all of the gel that must have been applied to shape it that way. He wanted his hair to stay in place and had put in the effort to make it happen, but it was still not enough.

My curiosity is piqued as to what the natural style of his hair would be. Could it be curly or could it be wavy? I began to wonder if his hair was naturally curly and he was trying to tame it with gel or if it was wavy and he was attempting to make it straight. Either way, I was intrigued by his need to make his hair look a certain way.

There must have been a lot of curls throughout his hair, and it must have been challenging to brush it hard in order to get it out of tangles.

"I am not a fan of goodbyes because I never see them again but I will see you again, right?" He replied, scratching the back of his neck.

"I promise I will see you," Maybe.

A grin appeared on his face, "Okay good night Princess,"

Suddenly, he had lightly pressed his lips against my cheek before he backed away and grinned at me, as if he had done so by accident. It seemed like he was taken aback by his own action and almost embarrassed by it, as if he hadn't meant to do it, but was glad that he had.

While I was still shocked at what he had just done, he waved briefly before he walked down the stairs accompanied by his assistant.

What just happened? I had no idea what to make of the situation, and I felt so confused that I couldn't move.

I felt paralyzed by the suddenness of it all, and the fact that he had just walked away without saying a word was particularly jarring. It felt like my mind was struggling to process what had just happened, and I just couldn't comprehend the events that had just unfolded before my eyes.