Be My Princess: Wilfred A. Spencer (COMPLETED)

Chapter 9

Just as I had been surprised by the King and Queen's discussion, I saw Prince Wilfred standing before me. I could tell because he had heard the conversation too by the look on his face.

(It's not that as I don't understand... but why they want Prince Stephen to inherit the throne...)

(But how does that make Prince Wilfred feel?)

As trying to keep my paining heart under control when I cried out.

Regina: "Excuse me, I..."

He put a finger to his lips and he shushed.

Wilfred: "What are you doing here at this time of night?"

I looked up at his whispered words and I responded.

Regina: "Oh... I was worried about the flowers and..."

As my voice was as quiet as his and he smiled at me.

Wilfred: "Oh, because of what happened as during the day?"

Prince Wilfred patted me on the head softly and he smiled slightly.

Wilfred: "Thank you."

Regina: "Oh no, I..."

Wilfred: "But it's late. Please return to your room."

But I didn't want to go... but at all as I could do was nod in assent at his strict tone of voice.

Regina: "Okay."

Wilfred: "Goodnight, Regina."

Regina: "Goodnight, Prince Wilfred."

As I walked away when I turned as once to look back at Prince Wilfred from behind.

(Prince Wilfred...)

I watched him for a while from afar as his posture emitted a sense of sadness.

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Claude: "Are you awake?"

Claude was in my room as he looking a little wide his eyes when I giggled.

Regina: "Good morning, Claude."

He looked a little taken aback at my enthusiastic greeting... all the while putting on an air of dignity as he poured some tea.

Claude: "Did you sleep well?"

I looked towards him as he spoke when I nodded my head.

Regina: "Yes, very well."

I answered with a bright smile.

(But truth as be told...)

(I didn't get enough sleep, but there's no point in getting down and depressed.)

(All I can do for now is try my hardest.)

Claude looked at me when his eyes quivering slightly.

Claude: "You're a strong girl..."

His voice was so low because I wasn't sure as I heard properly.

Regina: "Hey, what do you mean by that!"

Claude: "Nothing."

Claude wore his usual dignified expression while he finished setting out the tea.

(But why did he just call me "strong"? Does that mean...?)

I sat in thought as Claude handed me a cup of tea.