A/N: I guess another chapter is necessary. Since I still have people reading this. Right? Ilana's POV
Disclaimer: I own the idea, but nothing else.
"Lance, I believe you."
Total lie. I didn't believe him at all. There was no way he was the prince of Galaluna. No way in a million billion years. But was I going to tell him that? No. He deserved to hold out; a little bit longer at least.
"Just leave me alone." Any response he did give me was usually one word. Four words was something any desperate girl could bank on willingly.
"Please, Lance, you need to tell me what is going on here. You're the prince of Galaluna and I'm only the princess because your father died before you were old enough to take the crown?" I shook my head and put my fingers to my temple. "Really, that sounds ridiculous."
I didn't believe him. My father was rightfully the king of Galaluna. ...wasn't he?
Doubt was clouding my thoughts and vision, leaving me totally blank and lost.
"I am the heir to the throne of Galaluna." His voice was rough, unwavering. "I was sent to protect you." His eyes finally found mine. They were cold as ice and serious as ever. "But I'm also next in line, since my dad..." He gave me another long stare, eyes darkening as he looked away again. "I didn't exactly choose what life I was given, Ilana."
I sucked in a deep breath and sank into the chair beside him. "Do you know how crazy all of this sounds to me?"
"It sounded crazy when I found out too." He spooned some cereal into his mouth, sitting there hunched over as he did every morning. "But I believed it only because it was your father telling me."
My eyes narrowed. "And he didn't tell me?"
"Why should he?" Lance let out another long sigh. "You want to be queen. I won't stop you. I'm not exactly fond of my position."
"Has Octus known?" I was now growing desperate for answers. My whole life had been a lie. Was I a princess or not? Was I really of royal blood or just a girl who got lucky enough to be the daughter of the guy who was made the next king?
"So who gets the throne once my dad is gone?" I asked, just trying to clarify this. I wanted to know exactly what I was hearing.
"Ilana..." His tone held a bit of a warning, a faint growl touching the end of his voice as he stood up and dumped his bowl in the sink from finishing off his breakfast.
Anger swelled in my chest. My eyes lit up with blackened fury that raged through my veins like a wildfire. "It's you, isn't it?"
"Born with it," he said, turning on me, his face grave as our eyes met again. "Like I said, I didn't choose to be prince. It comes." His toned muscles were showing through his tight black shirt. "Don't worry your pretty little head, princess," he sneered, finally sick of my questioning. "I won't be in the way of you getting the crown too much longer." His eyes were hateful as he turned and began to head back up to his room. But I caught the last few words as he disappeared. "I'm giving it all up as soon as we get back to Galaluna."
A/N: review if you want it to continue. I have better things to be working on, but I really like this plot.
~Sky
