Ok, I wasn't thinking of writing another chapter for this but, when one of my reviews (I had reviewers?! omg, yay! lol) suggested it, I decided sure, why not? Well, this is, and will be, the last chapter. So it's only 2 chapters.
This is when Char is waiting and receives Ella's letter.
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Ella Enchanted.
I waited in torture for her letter. I paced and sometimes, instead of the Ayorthaians being the quiet ones, I was the quiet one, lost in thinking of her.
How beautiful she was, how she seemed to...glow when she smiled. She was perfect. I had been terrified when she went to finishing school. Would she become haughty as Hattie or as blank as Olive? I feared that and I felt as if my heart was breaking. But when I saw her with those ogres, I knew it was really her.
What if she rejected me? What if-
I shook of these thoughts. No one would ever refuse the prince of Kyrria. Absolutely no one. But Ella wasn't like everyone. She was special, unique...
That is when I swore that if Ella refused me, I would never marry. No one could ever compare to her. Absolutely no one.
Sometimes, at night, I said her name softly, to comfort me. "Ella...Ella of Frell." I wish her name was PRINCESS Ella. I wish she was mine. I wanted, NEEDED her in my arms. Without her, I knew I would never be the same. No, I would become a distant, cold, bitter person, I was sure of it. I would never again reveal my emotions ever again, in fear of them being stomped on.
I heard a knock on my door and I threw the door open, where the man had his hand in mid air, as if to knock again. He bowed low and said, "Sire, I have two letters. One of them is from your mother," I wanted to groan. I wanted ELLA'S letter. "And another from Miss Ella of Frell." I grabbed both letters out of his hands, practically threw him out of my room and then stared at both of them. Mother's or Ella's...I knew, even if my heart was screaming Ella's, I should read my dear mother's. I better read that one first. Mother rarely delivered bad news.
Dear Char,
Has it truly been half a year? My, you probably have grown to be the young man that will be the ruler of all Kyrria. I am very proud of you; son, and I trust you have been behaving very good. Your father and me have been waiting until your return, my son. But I must talk to you, alone, without your father interrupting as he usually does.
It concerns the grounds of you getting married. Every ruler of Kyrria marries, arranged marriage or by love. But, when you father asks you if you fancy any lady, you always respond no. Now, we must take matters in our hands. I am sorry, Char, I would never want to do this but I must. When you return, there will be three balls in honoring your return. Choose from them a bride, you must, for if you don't…you father chooses.
Choose well, my son, and I wish you would love instead of marry a lady who you do not feel for.
Be careful my son. There are many ladies out there who do not care for you, only your crown. Be very careful and choose wisely.
Your mother,
Queen Daria
I knew I must have sounded childish carrying out like this and thinking this way, but I was beyond furious. My own mother! I could believe that my father would do this; actually, I could swear my life that he would do something like this. But mother?
I then remembered Ella's letter. I grabbed it eagerly and began to open it. Maybe if she accepted, I wouldn't have to think about balls and wives. All I had to think about was Ella.
I then began to read Ella's letter, a smile on my face.
The smile began to vanish as I continued to read. It was from Hattie that wench. She told me…that Ella had eloped. I wanted to laugh. Yeah, right, Ella?
She then ended 'Your Angel of Comfort'. At that, I actually did laugh. My angel of comfort? I would rather have daggers through me than that.
Still chuckling, I began to read "Ella's note". I stopped mid chuckle. This looked exactly like Ella's handwriting. Also, it sounded just like her. Laughing at the world? Definitely her own.
I re read it again, hoping I was mistaken, hoping I read wrong. No. Everything was there in black ink. Everything Hattie had told me.
I wanted to laugh and just say it was a joke. But I couldn't. I was frozen. Three things were running through my mind at that moment. One: Ella was going to be married to an old rich man. Two: She didn't want me (this hurt me the most, being unwanted.) Three: I hadn't escaped the balls. I still had to go and pick my bride from there. The only wife I wanted was Ella. But she didn't want me.
Suddenly, with anger, I grabbed the box I kept her letters to me and hurled it against the wall. I screamed in rage, "MINX! HARPY!" I never felt so much anger, so much rage. Not even when the tutor made my sister cry. I was so angry, so hurt, so full of pain…
I grabbed the fallen letters and hurled them into the fire, where they soon became ashes. I then grabbed her letter; the one I had so eagerly wanted, and stared at it for a moment before hurling it into the fire. For some reason, it took longer to burn than the others…
Hot tears ran down my cheek. I kicked the wooden stool out of my way and it slammed into a wall, breaking in half. I wanted to run around, screaming.
No. I would control myself and act like the future king would. I would remain calm…
I then took out my journal and took my anger out on the pages.
Another knocking. I wanted to groan. Couldn't they just feel the anger in the room?
I yelled, "COME IN!" A servant girl came in, shaking. I glared at her. "What is it?" I hissed out.
She stammered, "S-Sire, y-you are n-needed-"
I slammed both my hands on the desk and glared at the girl, who silenced immediately. "Just…tell…me…what…it…is…" I was trying very hard to control my anger. I felt a twinge of guilt when I saw tears in the girl's eyes. She must have been only about eight years old.
"Y-Yes sire. T-The queen and k-king w-wish to discuss m-matters with you," The girl kept her eyes away from me.
I sighed, releasing my anger in that sigh. I walked up to the girl and she winced and cringed, as if expecting a slap. Instead, I gave her a hug. Who was shocker, I could not tell you.
But I whispered in her ear, "I am terribly sorry for what I have done. You see…first love rejection is far more painful than anything in this whole world. Trust me…pray you never have to experience this pain."
I then walked out of my room, trying to forget the girl who stole and broke my heart. Ella, why?
I hope you all liked it! No longer a one-shot, it's a TWO-shot! LOL, please review!