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Chapter 40: Niko Volkov

My hands lay limp awkwardly in my pockets, a night in Eldora battles the peacefulness in DC and wins by a landslide.

A breath falls from my lip as I trail along the paths of the dimly lit garden. If anyone knew I was here they would probably drag me back inside considering the fact how late it is and how I am wearing only a tank in the cold night air.

Least of my concerns at the moment. Absentmindedly kicking a rock as I trail down the path.

The flowers gather none of my attention, no matter how much the beauty illuminates even in the night and fights to gain my attention.

Last time I was here, it was during Anastasia twelfth birthday and the entire duration left a bitter taste in my mouth.

This place was most certainly not my scene and I fit into here as much as a cactus fit into a snowstorm.

Not like I cared, I could barely wear a suit properly on a special occasion. The only time I agreed to be stuffed into one was for graduation when Sofia threatened to slit my neck if I ruined any of her photos. Stuff me into the attire they wear here and I may suffocate.

It had been three months since the debacle of watching the girl I had feelings that heightened to a level that was frightening whenever I saw her, seeing her disregard her own sister and  realisation slapped me in the face.

Camilla already stares me down like I carry the plague, if the girl learned I had feelings for her then she would most likely just spew insults at me.

Fortunately for me, my feelings had dispersed the moment I witnessed her being so cruel. Not an inkling of the precious affection I carried for her remained.

Keeping distance between us, I was hesitant to even come on the trip because I had no interest in seeing her. We have been here for a day and I have successfully avoided her the entire time.

Not like she even wants to see me.

Well guess what princess, the feelings are finally mutual.

Sucking in a sharp breath as my hands rest in the pockets of my jeans while I trail down with my gaze trapped into oblivion. I hated being here.

There was no doubt I was a confident person. My father always imprinted the idea of never being ashamed of who you are ever to be conflicted in my mind.

For me, I was a cool person. Even if other people disagreed, I liked myself.

However here, not only did Camilla stare at me like I was a leper back in ancient Jerusalem. Everyone did, even some of the stuck up servants easily showed their disdain in regards to my presence. 

A long while back while I was walking around in jaggedly cut shirts, a butler advised me to dress properly in presence of the queen and no longer carry myself with the insolence that I had.

The funniest thing was I never even had spoken to the man before.

As a result though, aunt Bridget fired him and my father was on the verge of demanding she return the guillotine so he personally could cut his head off.

That was the day my parents sat me down and explained that no matter what anyone says, I should never stop being myself.

Which is easily the biggest reason why getting rid of my feelings for Camilla were simpler and done.

We clashed like oil and water.

I had not a mind to change who I was for anyone, and her gorgeous mind carried the same notion.