Chapter Seventeen: "The Royal Engagement Party Part II"

"May I introduce you to my sister, Aria." Issac smiled causally. His arm wrapped around Bloom's waist, bringing her rather close to him. His darks eyes had glittered. "Aria, this is Bloom, my date."

The girl that Issac had been talking to earlier was none other than his sister, Aria. It made sense. And the girl with the silver hair in the pink gown must be Aria's close friend. Bloom had easily slipped into a polite smile, despite the fact that she had the urge to roll her eyes in annoyance.

"It's a pleasure to meet you," Bloom spoke softly, yet she felt something rise to her throat—nearly gagging.

Aria shook Bloom's hand.

"It's nice to meet you as well."

Bloom had easily detected the girl's tone of voice—it was utterly sultry and fake, which for some odd reason had reminded Bloom of Diaspro. In fact, the girl's features almost had resembled Diaspro's mother. The same shades of honey colored eyes, tanned skin, although Diaspro had inherited her father's blond hair.

Chills ran down Bloom's spine.

The picture was perfectly clear.

She had briefly encountered Diaspro's family before on Eracklyon when she had managed to save that ungrateful girl's life. So spoiled. The girl couldn't take a no for answer. Everything had to go her way or she would unleash hell upon them all.

So if Aria had a brother named Issac, which had meant that the man was Diaspro's maternal uncle who had love towards her mother, Marion, but it was unrequited. Bloom shuddered at the thought of it. She didn't even want to think of that man pinning after her mother. It was disgusting.

She had found the two siblings damn annoying as to how they wanted to sabotage her parents' engagement by tearing them apart from each other. It was clear to her that Diaspro had fallen into the same footsteps as her own mother especially in trying to steal a man who happened to be in love with another woman. It was a petty and childish behavior.

"And this is my close friend Cherrie." Aria introduced Bloom to her best-friend, going along with the plan that was being perfectly executed.

Cherrie had a sweet, kind aura about herself, which had reminded Bloom of Flora's vibes.

"I love your dress," Cherrie gushed in a squeaky-girly tone.

"Why thank you," Bloom smiled warmly.

Issac had a satisfactory grin. With the girl to court, he could finally make Marion notice him and cause Marion a twinge of jealousy upon seeing him with Bloom. His fingers had curled against Bloom's waist as if urging her to look at him. Bloom glanced at Issac. The man had leaned in and whispered into her ear.

He wanted to dance with her.

Bloom had noticed that people were twirling away on the dance floor.

The black-haired man had outstretched his hand towards her like a gentleman.

The princess had placed her hand in his as Issac had gently led her the way—in the direct center—catching the sight of Oritel and Marion and their close friends. He couldn't help himself but smirk down on Marion. Strangely as it was, Issac had noted Oritel's behavior. He didn't seem thrilled at all, but bothered by it. Crown Prince Oritel appeared to be ticked off.

What was Oritel's problem, now?

Did he get what he'd always wanted?

Issac had placed one of his hand on Bloom's back, pulling her closer to him—their faces were about an inch-to-inch away. He was drowned by the girl's blue eyes. "Now you just follow my lead, alright."

Bloom had given him a coy smile, softly giggling, playing the role perfectly. "It would be my pleasure."

How idiotic of him to be so bold about his ridiculous plan!

Issac had swept Bloom off of her feet, and began to slow dance with her. He had gently twirled her around as the girl's blue skirts had swished her sides. Bloom's blue eyes had glittered innocently.

The couple had drew closer to where Oritel and his fiancée were standing. Perfect. He lowered Bloom steadily, his hand still kept behind the curve of her back, firmly. He leaned in and brushed his lips against Bloom's soft lips—giving her a deep, passionate kiss.

From the corner of his dark eyes, the man had caught a glimpse of Oritel and Marion's reaction.

The newly engaged couple had appeared to be beyond pissed off. Even Oritel seemed to have spluttered in exasperation meanwhile their friends had grim expressions.

How odd.

For a single moment, Issac was baffled by their behaviors particularly by Oritel.

Once Bloom and Issac had finished their dance, the man had grabbed her hand and gently planted a kiss as if to thank the girl for her courtesy. He slipped his hand around her waist. Bloom's cheeks had turned visibly pink. He had gently led her away from the centre of the room towards his parents and younger sister.


Oritel's mood had soured throughout the evening despite placing a fake, elated smile when greeting other guest along with Marion. It was utterly difficult for the Oritel to restrain himself from wanting to break Issac's fingers or to throw some sort of rude outburst or for wanting to throw him in dungeons for kissing Bloom on the lips in such a way. He kept cool and collected with Marion by his side otherwise he would've lost his mind by the scene he was witnessing.

He gazed at Marion to see her discomforted by the fact that her own daughter was with Issac as well. Bloom was engaging in a conversation with his parents and Aria, as the older couple had laughed delightedly. Marion was forcing herself to stay relaxed even though she was riled up.

Marion despised Issac with her every being.

If she had to be very truthful, this was very painful to watch compared to when Bloom had been with Valtor who'd been masquerading as Remesu. It had made her churn from the inside.

She narrowed her green eyes, following Issac's every movements. The way his fingers slowly curled against Bloom's waist and soon descending down to her ass had sickened Marion.

Several questions had filled her mind in worry.

Marion was determined to get to the bottom of it just like Oritel: how in the world had Bloom crossed paths with that man? And how could Bloom—her own child—decide to be with him for a single night? What had Issac told her exactly? Had he manipulated her emotions? Had he sought out a weakness in Bloom and just decided to use that to his advantage?

Issac was a selfish and cruel man.

Marion was disturbed.

Faint sparks had sizzled from her finger tips.

"Careful, my love. You don't want to accidently set anything ablaze now," Oritel whispered.

Marion let out a heavy sigh in frustration. "I know. But I can't help—"

"We're going to do this together," Oritel grimaced, his brown eyes still planted on his daughter and Issac. "I refuse to see Bloom with that man and you're definitely not going to face Issac on your own. He's a creepy man."

Marion's gaze had met Oritel. His brown eyes burned with utter love and protective towards her and Bloom. She had adored him with every fiber of her being. Nothing in the entire universe could separate her from Oritel. A warm but fuzzy sensation had washed over her entirely. Her skin had prickled—goosebumps forming all over. Marion felt the heat travel up to her cheeks—blushing fiercely.

Marion's brows had knitted together.

Confusion crossed her face.

Aria, her brother Issac, and Bloom who had her arm entangled with his were heading in her and Oritel's direction. Marion bit her lips, she had to somehow talk to her daughter alone—in private—away from Issac and his sister Aria. If they found about Bloom's secret, there would be no telling how Issac would react or what Aria would do.

Marion shuddered at the thought of it.

Her grip tightened on her fiancé, as she gazed at the siblings warily.

The coil of tension had grew all around them.

"Oritel."

Snapping himself out of his thoughts, Oritel had jerked his head towards the source of the sweetened voice that had sounded completely artificial. A girl was approaching him. She had the perfect hair style—in loose curls—the stunning red gown that somehow created the perfectly flawless noble girl of house of Willowshine. Aria. The mask that concealed her face had sparkled. Her vibrant red lips curling into a big smile. Her brown eyes sparked with much delight.

"Oh, hi Aira," Oritel stiffened, any evidence of enthusiasm in his voice had soon died away.

Well, Oritel couldn't pretend to be thrilled to see her again, or worse of all, her brother who somehow managed to court Bloom. His insides had twisted all around. Oritel felt as if someone had manage to dump ice-cold water, numbing him entirely.

He had a tight, but a polite smile.

"Oh come on Oritel, we've been close friends after all. I don't mean any harm. I—I mean, we wanted to congratulate you and Marion on your engagement of course!" Aria had given the prince a playful smile that had matched her blissful, innocent expression. The fairy was far from being innocent.

Oritel raised an eyebrow.

Utter disbelief crossed his face.

It wouldn't be the first time she would say something like this—trying to sound genuinely sincere and apologetic. Part of Oritel couldn't help but feel as if there was something suspicious about Aria—an agenda behind her motives—remembering from the time that she had managed to spike his drink with love potion—which was unforgettable and unforgivable.

"And how can I trust you? If I recall, the last time you'd slipped a love potion into my drink?" Oritel said flatly.

Aria's face completely flushed a bright red—embarrassed from such an incident. "Can you let the past be bygones? I know I was a bit immature for that, but honestly, I've truly changed for the better."

Changed? Oritel doubted the fairy's words.

He simply couldn't trust Aria, even though the fairy had managed to clean up her act given from reading the reports of her supposedly noble acts. Oritel couldn't help, but feel as if it was a facade act on her part.

Bloom had nearly slipped an uncomfortable smile on her lips. She wanted to groan. Watching that fairy—Aria—giving her father that type of smile had made her feel sick to her stomach. It was disturbing to witness. For some reason, Bloom could sense the heavy, unpleasant glares that were being sent to Issac (or most likely towards her). Bloom knitted her brows together in confusion.

"We truly appreciate your kind gesture," Oritel said in a formal tone, although it came off firm, in an effort from unintentionally hurting the fairy with his harsh words. But she was seriously getting under his skin.

Bloom felt Issac's arm wrap around her shoulder, flashing her mother a brilliant smile—his white teeth gleaming. His dark eyes had planted on Marion.

"May I introduce you to my date Bloom."

Oritel had nearly spluttered.

Date! Who the hell does Issac think he is?

Oritel felt his face grew red in anger. His pupils' had turned into thin slits. If it hadn't been for Marion's graceful tug at his arm, otherwise he would've thrown a violent punch directly in Issac's face, possibly shattering his nose.

At this point Marion was trying to remain in a calm state, not allowing her own emotions to spiral out of control, but she was failing epically. She couldn't understand how he'd approached Bloom in the first place or why Bloom would ever agree to be on a date with him.

Issac cracked a childish smile as if he was half-victorious.

The dark-haired man had caught a mere glimpse of Marion's discomfort that shined in her emerald eyes that he happened to be in love with. The way her lips had curled into a frown. There was no doubt that Marion was secretly jealous.

"We just wanted to propose a toast to celebrate your wonderful occasion. I know I've not been the best fairy in the past, but please let us grant this toast for you and Marion! To new beginnings!" Aria's honey coloured eyes were pleading to the prince.

Oritel knew that he couldn't refuse such a request of Aria or Issac as they were guests and as being the Crown Prince of Domino he had promised his father to be on good behavior if he'd come across Aira or her family members. He had to comply for the sake of keeping up appearances even though Oritel had dreaded it on the inside.

Aria was holding her own sparkling glass filled with wine glancing at Oritel and Marion—offering to the couple to pick up their own glass of wine—in order to give their best wishes—followed by Issac and Bloom who had their own crystal glass.

From the corner of her honey colored eyes, she had spotted Cherrie amongst the sea of crowds, as the girl was trying to make her way out in order to fulfill the plan.

Good. Everything's in perfect motion, Aria smiled to herself.


"Issac is dancing the dangerous lines. Manipulating Bloom to his own agendas is going to cost him greatly." Radius said.

"No doubt about it. Provoking Oritel is one thing, but using his daughter to achieve that, well, I wouldn't want to be the one to receive the end of Oritel's stick. Oritel is not a man you should antagonized."

Cherrie blinked her eyes a few times, hardly believing the words that escaped the lips of Teredor. The girl had bit her lips as uncertainty flickered in her eyes. She swallowed hardly.

Bloom? That girl with the red hair in the stunning blue gown was somehow related to the Crown Prince? Cherrie furrowed her silver eyebrows. But that couldn't be possible in anyway.

Oritel couldn't have. . . it was. . .no they were nearly the same age, give or take a few years off but that was it. Bloom couldn't possibly be the prince's daughter? There was no way of that ever happening.

Cherrie had tried to conceal herself away from Oritel and Marion's friends in order for her to eavesdrop onto their conversation. It had to be a mere rumor, right? Even from afar, Bloom's features despite being mostly concealed by the shimmering mask, was familiar to Marion.

Her face was slowly loosing all color in worry.

Why couldn't Aria simply accept the fact that Oritel wasn't even interested in her? Why had her best-friend wanted to play on the dangerous lines and risk everything—risk treason for the prince's love? Aira hadn't truly wanted his love but the power that came with it.

The silver-haired fairy had glanced down at the medium sized bottle she'd held in her hand. It had contained one of the most powerful love potion in the magical universe—not even true love would be able to break such a spell.

In a way, Cherrie felt disgusted by Aria.

"Do you think she'd gotten the tip of the message?" Luna asked concernedly.

Niobe's teal eyes were gazing in Cherrie's direction, unsmiling.

"If she has every bit of conscience, I'd rather believe she would do the right thing. Otherwise if she does pursue with the plan, it'd be treason against the crown and that won't end well," Teredor explained.

"I'd say from the look of her face, she's not going to go ahead with the plan," Radius commented and added. "And worse case if Cherrie did, she would be foolish in the end."

Samara glanced at her cellphone and her expression had turned stoney.

"Bloom's in trouble. Issac won't stop breathing down her neck."

This had caused cold chills to ran down Luna's and Niobe's back knowing full well what kind of man Issac was when he'd spoken certain words and the actions he'd displayed upon women. It was truly unforgivable.

Radius and Teredor had stiffened.

"Did Bloom mention where she's located at?" Radius asked.


Issac had pushed her against the wall—in one of the guest bedrooms that Issac was currently occupying in. He pinned her with his strong body. Bloom was a small, petite woman like her mother. To her, it felt like he was easily towering over her in height and body strength.

"What did you do to me?" Bloom spat.

Issac only laughed maliciously in his response.

Bloom couldn't understand what was wrong with her magic.

Why couldn't she be able to summon her magic when she needed it the most? The bastard had deserved to be burned by her flames for touching her inappropriately. Bloom had narrowed her blue eyes directly at him that were filled with coldness. Issac glowered down at Bloom.

His dark eyes had glittered in pure wickedness.

The man had lifted Bloom's chin upwards aggressively.

"You think I'm a fool Bloom? That I'm unaware of who you are? Of course I heard several rumors from the staff members of the royal palace. I'm not an idiot. I just wanted to see proof for myself. Aria, my poor sister doesn't even know who you are." Issac smiled cruelly at Bloom.

The redhead princess had appeared to be nearly speechless.

But she knew his deep intentions as well, so it only confirmed to her over how despicable and how horrible of man he was. All what Bloom wanted was for him to be away from her mother. She wanted to expose Issac's crimes to her father.

Issac was far beyond being obsessed with Marion.

In fact, Issac's older version had mistaken her for being Marion and instantly kissed her on the lips. Issac had been such a creep in her own timeline and being much less handsome than he is now. Issac had grown on the heavier side. He didn't have that appealing charm on his face. He was distant and very cold to people, although he did spoil his niece Diaspro.

All in all Issac was a horrible man.

"Let me remove that pretty little mask of yours and get a better glimpse of your features," Issac crooned softly.

Bloom felt her heart pounding heavily within her chest. The blood surging throughout her entire body in a rapid speed. To be fair, she was terrified of what he might do to her especially since for some odd reason she couldn't use her magic against him for defense. The princess had speculated over the idea that he must've spiked something into her own drink.

The girl had tried to resist his attempts of trying to remove her mask, but, she struggled against his grasp. Issac had flicked the mask off of Bloom's face—landing on the floor besides him.

His lips had twisted into a grin once he had removed the girl's mask.

Issac's dark eyes had widened upon seeing the beauty that Bloom had inherited from her mother. It was astounding. Mother like daughter. There was no difference between her or Marion. The girl had the same exact features—the only thing that distinguished them apart from each other was the color of their eyes.

"Your appearance to Marion is quite remarkable." Issac's hot breath reeked against Bloom's slender neck.

He buried his face into her red-hair, breathing in her scent that was of sweet strawberries, moaning. Bloom's blue eyes had fluttered wide opened—letting out gasp in horror as she felt his lips press against her neck harshly. No! She had tried to push him off of her, but it was of no use as Bloom continued to struggle.

"Let me go!" Bloom snarled.

Issac's eyes glowed viciously. "Well since I can't have Marion to myself. Then I must seize your parents' precious jewel, which is no doubt is you!"

Absolute fury burned in her chest as she glared at the man before her. How dare he! Women weren't objects nor property! She hated men who thought they owed everything including women in which he deemed to have no rights whatsoever. Men like Issac were absolutely disgusting.

"You think you can do whatever you want. That you can get everything your way, huh? I can see why my mother would never be with a man like you." Bloom snapped at him angrily.

Issac had flexed his wrists, his jaw tightening.

Bloom knew she hit a nerve.

"My mother loves my father and you're just finding it difficult to accept the fact that Marion would never love you or would ever consider to be with you. She would never be happy with you."

"How would you know what would make her happy?"

The man had let out a small growl, but had immediately slipped on a smirk on his lips. He narrowed his eyes. Two could play this game all night long. He could easily antagonize her to no end.

"From what I heard, you don't know a single thing about her. In fact, you don't know anything about Oritel either. The only connection you possibly have with them is their shared DNA and blood." Issac had gritted through his teeth in frustration. "You're merely a spawn of Oritel and Marion. How tragic is that? You're nothing more and nothing less."

A twinge of hurt flashed in Bloom's eyes the moment he'd uttered those particular words. It had wounded her heart. For a single heartbeat, she was in loss of words. Bloom had nothing to respond to that. She had blinked her eyes rapidly, trying to hide away the tears.

If she had to admit to herself, Issac was telling her the harsh reality. He wasn't entirely wrong. He had several valid points. Lost in her own bubbling thoughts, Issac began to lean himself against Bloom and continued to kiss her even more aggressively, but this time on her lips.

The man had instantly regretted pulling away from Bloom as the girl had spat in his face. She was seething in range and had used all of her force to push him away from her.

Without a second thought to spare—

SLAPPP!

"You bitch!" Issac hissed.

The man placed a hand on his reddened cheek in shock where Bloom had deliberately had given him a well deserved slap in her opinion. He was acting senseless and cruel. The girl's blue eyes were ignited with rage.

"You should really learn some proper manners!" Bloom said icily.

"Manners?! I'll show you some fine etiquettes, princess," Issac sneered, pushing the girl to the hard marbled floors—pinning her there with his full body on her. His face was an inch away from hers. He locked his dark eyes on Bloom.

"Oh you should know that Cherrie, the girl in the pink gown, is off to fulfill the plan. A plan that was created by me and my sister Aria, to tear Oritel and Marion away from each other with the use of a memory potion in which they'd never met each other. Of course, you should know that my sister deserves a happily ever after, like any good brother." Issac smiled in satisfaction—admitting his plans to Bloom—though for now his eyes were glued onto her nice figure.

Bloom's lips had curled into a wide grin upon seeing the faces of Lewis and Erendor who approached Issac from behind, yanking the man off of the princess. Erendor had smacked the man in the face over the way he treated Bloom. It was sickening to see a man hurt a woman.

Issac's chest heaved, blood streamed down his nose, throwing a nasty death stare in Erendor's direction as the man had fallen to his knees. "How dare you!"

Erendor raised an eyebrow at the man's mere comment. "No. How dare you assault a woman. You really don't respect women do you?"

Bloom was finally freed of that man's grasp—glaring—and glanced back at Erendor with a softer look.

"Thank you, Erendor and Lewis."

"It's no problem, Bloom." Erendor gave the girl a reassuring smile.

Unfortunately for Issac, he was instantly handcuffed by Lewis.

"You can't possibly arrest me! Do you not know who I am exactly!" Issac spluttered angrily.

The dirty-blond haired man could only smile and Lewis was about to respond—

"Don't worry Issac, I gave Lewis the full authority to do so if you dared to lay a single finger on my daughter!" a powerful voice had boomed from behind them. The voice was filled with ire. Oritel was furious. Flames were sizzling from his finger tips. Two guards were flanked by the Crown Prince's side. "Not only you confessed to the truth, but you physically assaulted my daughter in which I can never forgive!"

Oritel walked over to Bloom's side.

The redhead princess appeared to be small.

His brown eyes had widened upon seeing the red marks on Bloom's neck. The brown-haired prince had winced at the sight of it. He simply couldn't bear to see those. . . bruises. The man had hurt her. His temper had died down and a look of absolute worry filled his face. Oritel tenderly pushed back the Bloom's bangs from her face.

"Are you alright, sweetheart?" Oritel planted a soft kiss against her forehead and had draped his arm around her shoulder, bringing her closer to him. He could see the fear twinkle in Bloom's eyes.

Bastard. Oritel glared at Issac one last time before escorting himself and Bloom out of the guest bedroom. Oritel would deal with him later. He just wanted his daughter to be safe from his wicked hands.

"Ya, I'm fine." Bloom squeaked the words out.

Oritel had hardly believed her words.

"He hurt you, Bloom. Why didn't you use your magic to defend yourself? Why were you with him in the first place? He's a dangerous man—a womanizer—he thinks he can claim any kind of girl. Why did you subject yourself to him?" Oritel kept ranting in exasperation.

Although, Bloom could easily see that he was loosing his patient and was getting hot-tempered. The redhead princess had shifted uncomfortably. It was now or never. . . she had let out a wary sigh.

"I think he might've spiked my drink. I couldn't use my magic." Bloom admitted worriedly.

"WHAT? What did the bastard do to you?" Oritel growled.

Bloom's eyelids had shuddered from seeing her father's crossed expression. Fear had filled her chest entirely. She hadn't expected Oritel to become so upset and downright angry. Horror crossed her face as the air sizzled with absolute power. Flames had surrounded the prince. Tears had sprung to her eyes. Bloom had to calm her father down before Oritel would do anything that may cause him to regret later on.

"Dad! Please, you have to calm down! You're overreacting," Bloom flung herself into his arms—giving the man a tight hug. "Please dad. . ." Bloom whispered softly.

Oritel's face was red and wet with tears. He was shaking like a leaf due to the outburst of his rage. The flames had dwindled down. He glanced down to see his daughter hugging tightly. Oritel had his fingers gliding through her hair trying to comfort himself and Bloom. "I promise you, sweetheart, Issac will pay."


Bloom entered the ballroom along with her father followed by Erendor and Lewis. Many of the guests had left and she suspected it was nearly midnight. Even she had found herself yawning. The redhead princess was drained out of energy.

Although Oritel had departed going to his parents in order to deal with the whole situation that had occurred. Needless to say, the king and queen weren't pleased. Apparently, Cherrie had confessed. Aria had threw a dirty glare at Marion and her friends—sulking. And as for Issac, well, he was going to receive to a severe punishment for his crimes. And the poor parents were humiliated by their children's actions tonight.

"Bloom!" Marion cried, pulling her daughter into a bone-crushing hug, realizing that her daughter was now safe from Issac's hands. Bloom was finding her mother's embrace slightly suffocating. "Mum! I need to breathe!"

Marion flushed fiercely. "Oh sorry honey. I'm just glad your safe."

"Ya. He's a complete psycho over you."

Alec rolled his eyes at his niece's comment. "Issac has been after your mother for a few years. He tries disgusting tactics in trying to lure Marion especially using other girls to make her jealous."

"I figured as much," Bloom frowned.

Marion had let out a heavy sigh. "I know. Something tells me he's never going to let this go."

Bloom shook her head. "I'm afraid he isn't."

Niobe made a face. "Have you ever came across him in the future?"

"Unfortunately yes, but it was only one time. He doesn't have that charm anymore and he's not a pleasant man." Bloom's mind had reeled back to the event on Eracklyon—the Millennium Celebration, in which Diaspro and her entire family had attended. It had sent cold chills down her spine.

"Ugh. I can imagine, besides he isn't all that great looking," Luna noted. "I don't know why girls are crazy for him."

"It's his personality that reeks," Samara said.

Bloom agreed with Samara—even she too in the future had disliked the older version of Issac completely. The downside of it, Diaspro's family was always with Erendor and Samara almost every other weekend—though mainly it had to do with politics and whatnot.

But then again, Aria could be the very reason why Diaspro had turned out that way. A spoiled, rotten girl. In a way, Bloom had pitied Diaspro so much—after knowing that her mother had wanted Diaspro to live out her own dreams. It was sad. But there was nothing Bloom could do about it.

"And that broken nose of his will surely add to it," Erendor snickered.

Radius raised an eyebrow. "You broke his nose?"

"And frankly he'd deserved it."

Marion glanced at Bloom with a horrifying look. "What did he do to you?"

"First he assaulted me. And secondly, he spiked my drink, which had somehow affected my magic. That's why I alerted Samara, I was panicking and I didn't know what to do. The plan was nearly backfiring," Bloom said. "Though, I did slap him on the face, but he's just aggressive."

Alec narrowed his green eyes at his niece.

"Your plan was very foolish Bloom. He could've hurt you or much worse. . ."

Bloom shuddered at her uncle's words. Issac was nearly going in that kind of direction, which luckily for her Lewis and Erendor had appeared right on time for saving her from his clutches.

"Honestly little sis, Bloom may look like you but she definitely has Oritel's recklessness. Maybe I should keep an eye on her?" Alec suggested, eyeing his niece.

"What? I'm not a child, uncle!" The redhead princess had scowled.

"He's right Bloom." Marion was taking in her brother's suggestion. It was a good idea—that way her daughter would keep out of trouble nor would she risk her life.

"You can't seriously take his side, Mum?" Bloom pleaded to her mother with her big sparkling blue eyes.

It didn't seem fair in her opinion.

"Actually Bloom your uncle made a valid point. From now on, wherever you go you're going to have guards with you at all times. I can't allow you to put yourself into mortal danger or any of the other sorts," Oritel said in a serious voice. He didn't have a smile on his face.

"But—"

"But nothing Bloom. Otherwise I might just keep you in a bubble."

Bubble? Bloom's red eyebrows rose up—bewildered. What Oritel had meant was to keep her locked up in the palace where it was safe. It was a ridiculous motion, but he believed that being in the palace would shelter her from the world.

She simply couldn't believe his words.

The expression that her father wore on his face had told her that there was no more room for argument. Bloom had wanted to tell her parents their famous quote that motivated her and inspired her to be the best version of herself possible.

"Bloom, we just love far too much and loosing you would be our nightmare," Marion held her child's hand in her own, giving her a squeeze for comfort. "And I'm most certain they would do the same for their own children."

Memories had flooded Bloom's mind of the time when Teredor, Niobe, Luna, Radius, Samara had Erendor had done similar but less than invasive protection. Though Erendor on the other hand was a bit overbearing compared to the rest in trying to keep his son safe.

Sky had rebelled against them as much as Aisha did against their parents' traditions and protection. They had wanted to be their own persons. Oh well. Now Bloom was going to experience something similar but most likely even worse.

"But it was less invasive." Bloom's smile had faded away.

"I'm sorry Bloom. But you really leave us with no choice. We want to protect you from all sorts of danger." Oritel kissed his daughter on the forehead lovingly. "How about a dance?" he offered his hand.

Bloom had placed her hand in Oritel's and guided her to the center. A father-daughter dance. To be fair, Oritel was quite the good dancer. The skirts of her dress had swished around Oritel's sides. Though she noticed that her father looked overly concerned about her well-being. It had to do with her magic. "I'm going to have a doctor to examine you first thing tomorrow morning. What Issac did you is unforgivable."

Bloom could hear the guilt dripping into his tone.

"Dad please don't blame yourself for it. I'm just glad that nothing else happened. I love you so much."

Oritel smiled upon hearing those words—words of pure comfort. "I love you too Bloom."


Eventually Bloom had called it for the night. She was too exhausted. The redhead princess had made it up to her tower and opened the door of the bedroom. All what she wanted to do right now was too fall into a deep, peaceful slumber for all eternity. The engagement party had been magical.

Her parents were happily together.

It made her feel happy to see them romantically in love.

Everything was slowly falling back into place. But the problem was, something else was on the horizon and Bloom couldn't help but feel that she was in for another bumpy ride.

Bloom's blue eyes had widened to see red rose petals covering her entire room. It was all spread out on the floor. There was tons of petals on her bed with a white card.

Bloom had picked up the white card.

When love is real it finds a way . . .

She furrowed her red-brows in confusion.

There was no name on it.

Who had sent her piles of roses? Who was aware of her existence? If her father find out about this, he might surely loose his mind. Bloom noticed that these rose petals weren't normal, they were illuminating in the darkness.

She had to admit that whoever had done this must've took their time carefully to plant out this kind of message to her. It was so romantic. But who was this man? Who was infatuated with her?

The girl hadn't had the faintest idea. Bloom walked over to the balcony and gazed at the darkened sky—snow was pouring from the darkened clouds. So who was the mystery man? Did he know her personally?


Author's Note

Oh my gosh! It's been about a month since I last updated! Granted I updated three chapters last month and I was on a spree for that! So anyways I'm back again! I actually cut down a lot of unnecessary scenes that was dragging the chapter way longer than needed so I had to adjust it a couple of times. Although I did change some certain things within this chapter!

94HarleyQuinn: Oh thanks so much! I'm glad you liked it! More things will happen in up coming chapters as it will tie it all together. I can't say much but you soon find out! Maybe I should make a poll lol! :DDD

1Shadow-kun: Well technically Bloom did put that man in his place! And he deserves it, since he's so entitled. :DDD

Moonlight Starlove: Thank you so much! It means so much too me! :DDD

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