Iâd even give him credit for the dull ones, like, I think Iâll wear my blue waistcoat instead of the green one today. But no, he even had people to pick out his clothes for him.
Now that I no longer made an effort to talk, we mostly sat in silence.
âGood evening, Princess,â heâd say.
âGood evening, Your Highness,â Iâd say.
And then there was a half hour filled with nothing but an occasional âYouâre so beautifulâ from the prince.
I came to hate those words.
Now? Iâd think. Do I tell him now?
The sentences ran through my head: âYour Highness, Iââ
âPrince, Iââ
âLook, unCharming, I canât stand you, and thereâs no way Iâm going to marry you!â
I held my tongue and kept practicing in my head. I wasnât ready yet. I vowed that even if I did only one thing with grace and dignity my whole time in the castle, this would be it.
17
The clock struck eight. The candles flickered. The prince opened the door and came to sit next to me. He kissed my hand, and I had to concentrate on not recoiling.
But after tonight, I wouldnât have to pretend anymore. It was time to tell.
âYour Majesty,â I began. âI have been thinkingââ
He chuckled.
âAlways a dangerous thing for a woman to do,â he said. âEspecially one as beautiful as you.â
I reconsidered my desire to break the news gently. He deserved to be slugged. I raised my chin and decided to be nice anyway.
âIâI know you wonât like hearing this, but I must tell you. I canât marry you.â
I held my breath and watched the prince carefully. His expression didnât change. My words didnât seem to register.
âWhat?â he asked.
âI want to call off the wedding. I canât marry you. I, well, Iâm very sorry, but I just donât love you. I thought I did, but it was just infatuation, I guess. I honestly donât even know youââ
The prince clapped his hand over my mouth. He made no effort to be gentle. It hurt. Then he turned and spoke over my shoulder.
âJeedens,â he hollered at the chaperon behind us.
âWha-what? What do you wish, Your Majesty?â The ancient servant jerked to attention. From his flustered demeanor, I could tell he hadnât heard what Iâd said. Perhaps even he had found the conversations between the prince and me too boring to listen to. I saw his eyes take in the sight of the prince holding his hand over my mouth and then, as if a curtain fell across his vision, I could practically see him making the decision not to notice. No wonder heâd managed to stay in service to the royal family for so long.
âYou may leave now,â the prince commanded.
âYes, Your Highness. Yes, Your Majesty.â Jeedens gathered up his robes, but stood for a moment looking confused.
âGo back to your room,â the prince said. âYou are dismissed.â
Only when Jeedens had scrambled out the door did the prince release his grip on my face.
âYou can do that?â I asked in amazement. âDismiss the chaperonâjust like that?â
âIâm the prince,â Charming said.
âBut arenât we breaking some rule, being together alone?â I persisted.
Prince Charming shrugged.
âIâm the prince,â he repeated. âMy family makes the rules. We donât have to follow them if we donât want to.â
I wished Iâd known weeks ago that we didnât have to be chaperoned. I remembered my old daydreams: The prince and I, alone together, cuddling and whispering. Intimate. Maybe if weâd had that from the beginning, I wouldnât be breaking the engagement now. Maybe . . . I looked at the prince carefully. His stunning blue eyes looked only cold and empty to me now. If weâd had intimate conversations from the beginning, I probably would have wised up
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