Trufflehunter sat and watch as Caspian threw objects at the wall. It has been going on like this since Ava announce the engagement. Caspian gave an angry yell, shattering a glass table. He panted heavily, glaring at the hole punched wall in anger. The study room was in a mess with books and papers scattered all across the floor. Portraits were either torn by Caspian's hands or stepped on. As for the walls, no luck trying to cover it up. The only thing that wasn't damaged was the wooden desk and the chair that Trufflehuner was sitting in.

"I'll leave you to your thoughts, My King," he bowed and step out.

Caspian collapse on the floor, leaning against the wall. How could Ava do this? And when did Sam get here?

Questions after questions came into his head as he spotted a fresh flower that was smash on the floor. He picked it up, looking at the white petals. "Is she playing tricks on me?" Caspian said under his breath, twirling the flower with his two fingers.

"Is this her way of getting back at me for being engaged to Lilliandil?" That's it!, Caspian thought. This is her way of way of getting back at me.

"Well, two can play that game," he said, tossing the flower on the floor.


"Ava?" Mrs. Buttercup said softly behind the bathroom door. "Is everything alright?"

I gave a sniffle before wiping my eyes. "No, everything is not alright."

"Let me in dear," I got out of the bathtub and open the door, closing it after she stepped in.

"Oh my poor Ava," she said after I step back inside the tub, hooking my legs over the edge. Mrs. Buttercup appeared beside me on the platform.

"Tell me all about it," After a good explanation on how it started, we both sat in silence. It was a bright sunny afternoon now. The sun was brighter, lighting up the bathroom.

"And now, I'm engaged to Sam and Caspian is angry at me. I feel like..a..harlot." Mrs. Buttercup gasp.

"No, you are not, Ava. You are a beautiful woman who is confused. You chose Caspian because you listened to your heart. It's alright dearest," Mrs. Buttercup said, wiping away an excess tear.

"It's just so difficult though and I felt so guilty after sleeping in Caspian's bed and in his arms last night and then Sam appeared out of nowhere thinking me and Caspian are just friends."

"It'll be alright dear if Caspian really loves you, he could come to you."

"You think so?"

"I know so."


When dinner came, it was awkward. Caspian was seated at the end with Lilliandil on his right. I was on his left and Sam beside me. I fidgeted in my seat, feeling the stare Caspian was giving at Sam who was eating his meat. I twisted my fork, pushing my food around.

"So," Caspian spoke, "How old are you, Sam?" Sam swallowed before he spoke, "I'm 22."

"Oh, a year younger than me and older than Ava." Lilliandil and I had a complete confuse look on our face. Where is he going with this? I thought.

"Yea, that seems to make sense…I guess," said Sam.

"Right well, Sam," he enunciated his name, "How long have you been with Ava?"

"Two years."

"Hmm, really? Doesn't seem that long."

"Excuse me?" I can tell Sam was getting irritated.

"Caspian," I started.

"What?" He ask innocently, "I'm just trying to make a conversation."

"Yes, by insulting our relationship." Said Sam. No one was eating anymore at this point.

"I'm just merely wandering what have you been doing with her for two years." Oh my god, I thought.

"I don't know. Talking. Enjoying each other's company. Sleeping."

"You seem like the perfect gentlemen to have many nights with another girl,"

"Caspian!" Lilliandil said, shocked.

"Well I don't know. Maybe you tell me since you seem to hang around a lot with them,"

"Why you bas-"

I slam my fork down on the table. The sound echoed and bounced off the walls. I stood up, taking my glass of wine and dunk it on Caspian's face and save some for Sam.

"A lesson learned, gentlemen," I bid them goodnight.


"Ava?" Sam spoke behind the door.

"Go. Away." I was in my bed, already in my nightgown.

"I just want to talk. Let me in please." Fine. I slowly made my way to the door and open it. Sam stepped in and close the door for me. I went back to bed, avoiding eye contact.

"I'm sorry."

"You should be after what happened at dinner."

"He was insulting our relationship!" he shot back.

"You could have took it like a man, but noooo-"

"Alright, I'm sorry. What more do you want me to do? Just because I got in an argument does not make our engagement change a thing."

False, I'm only doing this out of pity. I clutch the pillow, closing my eyes, pretending to be asleep. He seemed to have gotten the message and crawled into bed.

Caspian turn in his bed, unable to sleep. His face still smells like wine. Before Ava left the dining room, he saw a little tear escaped. He felt guilty of what happened. I should go apologize. He threw the covers off him, walking to the door. Ava was there with her hand raise, ready to knock.

"I need to talk to you."


I lay there, awake, unable to sleep. What am I going to do? I love Caspian but Sam. Ugh, what would Bella do?

The only reason I even agreed to Sam is because I didn't want to break his heart.

Man up, Ava!

I have to explain to Caspian before anything else starts to get ugly. I look back at Sam who was sleeping soundly. I gently push his arm off me and aim for the door. I know what I'm doing. It's not like I'm cheating. I mean I don't have feelings for Sam anymore….so it's not considered cheating…right? Oh God dammit!

When I found Caspian's room, I inhaled a deep breathe, exhaling it and raise my hand. The door open before I had a chance to knock. Caspian was there with a surprised look on his face.

"I need to talk to you."

"If it's about what happened earlier-"

"No, that's over with. Apology accepted. No harm done." Caspian open the door wider for me to step in.

"So what's this about?"

"It's about my engagement to Sam. I never really quite explain why."

"You've got all night."

"Right, well the only reason I said yes was out of pity."

"What do you mean?"

"What I mean is….oh," I collapse on the same chair with my face in my hands. "I don't love him. I feel so horrible about this."

Caspian knelt down in front of me, gently taking my hands away from my face.

"So you aren't really engaged?"

"Do you see a ring?" I held up my left hand. Caspian's ring was still there.

"You don't love him?"

"No, I realize it when I talk to him over the phone. I do feel like a whore."

"A what?"

"Harlot."

"Ah," He raise one hand to wipe away an escaped tear.

"So it seems like we're both trapped," he said. I nodded. "What are we going to do? Caspian, your wedding is in a few weeks from now. And I'm suck with hot head Sam."

"We'll find a way out, I promise," he brushed away a lock of hair away from my face, then cupping it. My hand landed on his cheek, resting there for a minute before sliding down to his chest. Caspian lean close, kissing my cheeks, then my lips. There was so much passion and wanting, I was left breathless.

"You know that if we continue, there's no going back."

"Yes,"

"Are you sure?" he ask, undressing me at the same time I was undressing him.

"I've never been so sure."