The Next Chapter: Twisted Series Next Generation

Chapter 73: Charlotte Larsen

The clock strikes six in the morning, and I cannot stop bouncing off of the walls much to Anastasia's dismay.

Both of us have been hidden in her room and neither of us have had a wink of sleep, too haunted by the image we witnessed moments ago.

An Aurora wave glimpses the sky, resulting in the darkness of the night to relinquish as Ana remains perched on her bed. Her normally tan skin pale like all the blood from her had been drained.

Nobody could blame her, for a moment I wondered if the both of us were going through psychosis simultaneously.

There was anticipation in my stomach that was dying for answers, yet Ana forbade me from making a scene and dragged me into her room despite the fact that she was shorter than me. Since then, I have been locked in here like it was my ivory tower.

Camilla and Niko, sitting in a tree.

Or more specifically the rain, that seems like a scene out of a fever dream.

It was not even a simple brief kiss, for the three whole minutes Ana and I witnessed that scene, neither of them came up for air. Their lips remained sealed to one another as the rain clung to their skin as if it were jealous.

The duality of all of this slightly made me want to scoff, did they not hate one another moments ago? What if they have been hiding this affair for months and the spiteful comments were all an act?

I could not blame Camilla for marrying a proper prince if she wanted the council's support. Of course, she did not need it to become queen, however if she brought someone like Niko forward with matrimony, I could not see that ending well.

A part of me wondered why she was rushing all of this, why string Niko along if she were not going to uphold this?

And why on God's earth would Niko agree? He was the most prideful man I knew, there had to be a specific reason he would hook up with a future queen.

If this had meant to be a secret, why were the kissing right in the courtyard?

All these questions made my head hurt, I tried leaving Ana's bedroom thrice before her stern voice forbade me from it.

My gaze lifts to find hers again, "How long are we going to sit here?"

She did not respond immediately, her leg continued to bounce as she held her knees to her chest. "As long as I say." She spat out.

A scoff fell from my lips, "Don't you want to go confront them?"

"Then what genius?"

The sarcasm in her voice was something I did not appreciate, I shrug as I gathered my haphazard hair off of my shoulder. "Ask questions?"

She stared at me like I was an idiot, which had me sinking into the corner more.

"As if they're going to answer any of our questions, just shut up and let me think."

"Why do you get to make all the decisions?"

"Because you always make dumb ones."

I resented, but she already appeared to be in a bad mood, so I shut my trap and laid with my back to the wall. The silence was insufferable, and I could feel myself getting antsy for air that did not come out of my sister's mouth.

It was hard to decipher her emotions at the moment, her face remained impassive but her body language was clearly as tense as mine.

"I don't wanna stay here Ana." I finally responded in frustration to the silence.