Hate?

Chapter Three

At night when I sit awake in Princess Mimi's room after she has fallen asleep I think about the future. I think about what will happen after I get my revenge. What will become of me? What will become of Candace, although, her future was a little clearer. Dominic Tory would do anything for my sister; I can see it in his eyes.

He could easily become a General and lead missions even, but he chooses to stay a soldier; for my sister. My sister, who doesn't even appreciate him; she's just like me, I suppose. She says hurtful things to him; yet he still stays by her side, protecting her.

"Give me back my ribbons Theodore!" came an aggravated shout outside Mimi's door, breaking my revere.

"Why don't you make me, Bianca?" was the amused reply.

I sighed and stood up; hoping the noise outside would not wake Princess Mimi. Prince Theodore and Princess Bianca were always butting heads. I walked out of her room, shut her door and then glared at the two trouble makers.

Prince Theodore, who was considerably tall for his age, was towering over Princess Bianca, who was rather short. Prince Theodore was holding a pair of blue ribbons over his head laughing as the younger girl jumped up trying to get them.

Finally she let out a huff and glared up at him. "Really Theo, you are acting so immature; making my jump up and down in such an unlady-like way. What if someone were to see?! I am not properly dressed either; I look horrid and it's all your fault."

Prince Theodore let out a laugh. "My fault? You could have just stayed in your room."

"So you can run off with my favorite ribbons? I should say not. Wait until father hears about this Theo; you'll be in so much trouble."

Prince Theodore rolled his brown eyes. "Why do you have to be such a daddy's girl, hmm?" He lowered his arm and let princess Bianca grab her ribbons.

"Why do you have to be such a trouble maker? Honestly Theodore, you're fifteen, turning sixteen, and you still act like such a child."

"You're only twelve and you act like an old lady, Bi. Why don't you have any fun?"

"I do have fun, Theo. Just not by your terms, I suppose."

I leaned against the door, and observed them in their little argument.

Prince Theodore and Princess Bianca were as opposite as you could get.

By their looks Prince Theodore took after his mother; dark, curly hair with chocolate brown eyes. Princess Bianca, on the other hand was an exact replica of her father; she had golden blonde curls with deep blue eyes. Their personalities had switched parents though. Prince Theodore was more like his father, fun-loving, cocky, and loved a good laugh. Princess Bianca acted more like her mother; very serious, although she wasn't one for studying; she believed that first impressions were everything.

"Could you two quiet down?" I snapped. Why did I have to be the one to do this? The other royal children have guards of their own, I shouldn't have to baby sit all of them.

Startled they looked toward me. Bianca smiled. "Hello Sir Matthew. We are sorry; we did not mean any harm. We will just go to our own quarters now, won't we Theodore?"

"We will?" Prince Theodore asked, raising a brow.

"Yes, since it is really time for us to sleep. Goodnight Sir Matthew. Goodnight Theodore." With that said Princess Bianca turned around and walked into her room, shutting it quietly behind her.

Theodore stared at the door for a moment, baffled, before an amused smile spread across his face. He turned toward me and nodded. "Night, Sir Matthew," he said before walking down the hall toward his own room. A low chuckle escaped him as he turned the corner.

I let out a sigh as I ran a hand through my black hair, aggravation sweeping through me. I could not wait until I can finally leave this place.

I walked down the stone corridors until I came to the guard quarters, where my roommates, the other personal guards, were sitting around a round table playing poker.

Sir Edmund, Princess Fiona's guard, looked up and smiled a bright smile. Sir Edmund was one of the older guards. He had been a general in the army until his retirement. Though his eyes were that of a gentle brown, his dark blonde hair always tidy, and his belly round and jolly he was a force to be reckoned with.

"Hello Matthew," he said, gesturing to the empty seat beside him. "Care to join?"

"No," was my reply as I walked over to my cot and lay down, folding my hands behind my head.

"Come on Matt old boy," said Prince Theodore's bodyguard, Sir Timothy. "This is my last month here, I want to make it all worth while; and taking money from you will make my year." Sir Timothy was the eldest of all the guards, his hair had grayed and wrinkles were stating to show. Prince Theodore's sixteenth birthday will be Sit Timothy's last day on the force. The royal male children lost their bodyguard at the age of sixteen while the princesses kept their's until they wed, or if they let them go sooner, after their eighteenth birthday, of course. I often wished I had gotten Prince Theodore, or better yet, Prince Ashford Jr., who is already sixteen.

"Old boy? You're more than three times his age," chuckled Sir Daniel, or was it his twin Sir Neil? Sir Daniel and Sir Neil were twins who were the same age as me, nineteen. Sir Daniel is supposed to be the guard of Princess Bianca and Sir Neil the guard of Princess Fiona, they often switch places, finding it to be more "fun" in doing so, since the two princesses were so different.

Sir Timothy glared at the boy and looked back at his cards, mumbling about disrespectful youth.

I looked around the room with tired eyes and almost smirked when I noticed one person missing? "Where's Kalvin?"

The others shuddered.

Sir Kalvin had been the unlucky fellow to be assigned to Prince David. He spent most of his time searching for the young boy, rather than guarding him. After each meal Sir Kalvin was only able to stay with the boy for about five minutes before the prince disappeared and Sir Kalvin had to go all over the castle to find him. He only finds him late at night either asleep in lone corner of the library or laying on his bedroom floor eating chocolate.

"Poor Lad," Sir Edmund said, shaking his had in sympathy. Then he looked over at Sir Daniel who was trying to take a peek at Sir Timothy's cards when he wasn't looking. "Are you taking Princess Bianca out riding tomorrow afternoon?"

Sir Daniel nodded. "I do believe so."

"I wouldn't count on it," I said, rubbing my nose. "She was still up when I came down here. Doesn't she like to sleep for at least ten hours?"

Sir Daniel looked worried. "She was still awake? But it's midnight. Is she sick?"

I shook my head. "No, from what I gathered Prince Theodore stole her ribbons and she was trying to get them back."

Daniel glared at Timothy who held up his card-less hand. "Don't look at me," he said, grinning. "The boy's almost sixteen, how in the world do you expect an old man like me handle the likes of him?"

"Lock him in the dungeon?" Daniel suggested, and his was quite serious. Timothy rolled his eyes.

After a few more games and laughs they all went to sleep and soon after I was able to distinguish the loud snores of Timothy and Edmund.

At around three in the morning Kalvin stumbled in, mumbling and falling onto his bed.


"Where's Bi?" I asked, looking around the table. Everyone in the family was there except the little princess.

"She won't be up for another two hours," Theodore snickered while stuffing his chicken omelets into is mouth like they were going out style.

"Did you keep her up again?" My father demanded, throwing an angry look at the boy.

"Just a little," Theodore shrugged. "Besides she could get up now. I don't know why she insists on getting ten hours of sleep."

"She says it's better for the complexion," little Fiona piped in, while trying to reach for the syrup. Ashford Jr. picked it up and handed it to her.

"I don't understand why you two always argue," mother said, shaking her head in dismay. "Honestly Theodore, you're a young man, treat your sister with a little more respect."

Theo just grumbled and continued eating his breakfast.

"I suppose she won't be riding today," I said, while finishing up my hash browns. "It takes her almost two hours just to get ready for the day."

"She probably won't bother coming out of her room," Theodore said, rolling her eyes. "She won't be presentable enough."

Father just shook his head and petted Fiona's light brown hair. "What are you doing today?"

"Neil promised to take me to the Veterinary Clinic in Domin Town," she replied with a bright smile, her blue eyes shining.

Mother smiled. "What about the rest of you?"

"I'm going down to the lake today to paint," Ashford Jr. said quietly.

David shrugged.

"Steven and I are going down to the fields today," Theodore said, his smirk mischievous and his eyes shining. Mother rolled her eyes and glared at father who chuckled.

"What about you Mimi?" Mother asked.

I looked at mother in surprise. "You mean…I don't have to study?"

Mother shook her head while father smiled. "I talked her out of it," he said, though there was a twinkle in his eyes that clearly said that talking really had nothing to do with it. Can you say "Ew!"? I refuse to have another younger sibling; they are far too troublesome.

…Matthew is really starting to influence me.

…Yay!

"Oh that's right," Mother said while patting her lip with her napkin. "Lord Carlisle is here. You'll want to spend more time with him, won't you?"

I glared at my mother. "No I won't."

"Where is he, by the way?" Mother asked a servant near by, completely ignoring me.

"He was down earlier, your Highness. He's out riding now." I noticed that this was the same servant who Bianca bossed around so much. She has dubbed him "servant boy" even though he is probably about Theodore's age, three years her senior. She'll probably have him sneaking food up to her today in her room so she won't have to leave her little sanctuary.

After breakfast I left the dining hall with Fiona and Theodore, Ashford Jr. needed to stay behind to talk with father and David, as always, disappeared.

When we walked out of the hall the guards all came up to their designated charge.

Sir Neil took hold of Fiona's hand as she skipped down the hall, a blush creeping onto her cheeks. Her little crush on her guard was so cute.

Theodore and Sir Timothy were walking away with Sir Timothy promising to duel with Theo.

This left me and Matthew alone.

I usually love my alone time with Matt but today I treasure it even more since I'll probably have to spend most of my time with Carlisle while he was here; which apparently will be for three whole days!

I remember when Carlisle's visits were fun and Matt and I would always look forward to them…

I shook my head trying to get rid of the memories.

"Mother wants me to spend the day with Carlisle," I said, grabbing onto Matt's hand and dragging him down the hall. "So let's go have some fun before I have to."

Matt let out an annoyed sigh and glared at me.

Pain shot through my heart, but I ignored it. I'm strong. Deep inside I know he can't really hate me. The hatred I see in his eyes is for the murderers, not me.

Or so I keep telling myself.

"Why don't you just be the good little princess everyone wants you to be and marry him?" Matt demanded.

I gripped his hand tighter. "I couldn't marry Carlisle," I said brightly. "He's not my type."

"He's rich, has a title, and loves you; he's your type."

There was a time where you loved me too, I wanted to say. "He doesn't love me." Lie. "He just thinks it's his duty." Another Lie.

"If he wants the damn duty, let him have it…"

I stopped abruptly and looked at him,

…'Because I don't' was silently added between us.


Authors Note: Well I hope you guys liked it. I honestly love writing these characters, especially Bianca and the twins. You haven't seen much of them yet but you will. Its all in my head now...lol.

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