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Forbidden Truth
Sara felt her palms sweat. Why did the Queen have to ask such a question? Sara knew she wasn't a very good liar, Dorothy reminded her of that fact every now and then. If she lied, the Queen would notice. If she didn't, Prince Vincent would kill Gil. And of course, Sara didn't want that.
Sara didn't want that at all.
So Sara did what she must do. She lied, and hoped that the Queen and King would be fooled. Sara tried to reassure herself. At least they weren't that close with Sara. If they were, they would see through her lie before you can even say "Vincent".
"I do, Queen Emily. I love him, and I would love to marry him."
The words left a bitter taste in her mouth. It was hard to say, but what could she do? She needed this. Prince Gil needed this. She knew that one day, she'll regret all of what she had just said but at least, doing this, she wouldn't worry of the consequences. If Prince Gil knew that she was doing this for his sake, Prince Gil would understand.
The problem was that Prince Gil didn't know of the consequences. He didn't know why she was doing this. He didn't know that this was for his sake.
And so, Prince Gil didn't understand.
Sara thought she saw a hint of confusion and apprehension in the Queen's eyes, but the look was gone so quickly that Sara wondered if she saw those at all.
"Good," Sara bowed down and approached the door. "If you're ever in any trouble, you do know you can tell us, Sara. We'll be glad to help."
Sara nodded. If only they knew.
"What did they want?" Vincent asked, curious.
"They wanted to examine me."
"…For what reason?"
"They examined me to confirm their suspicions about me being Kysria's lost Princess, Princess Isabelle."
Prince Vincent immediately stopped his pacing on the floor and stared with deadpanned seriousness at Sara, "and what are the results?"
Sara let out the breath she didn't know she was holding, "I am Princess Isabelle."
Vincent smiled evilly and Sara had to look away. She was sick and tired of seeing him smile just because he gained an upper hand on their twisted kind of relationship, or because he had gained an advantage just being with Sara.
It was just sickening.
"This is great! Now we can have the wedding at a sooner date."
Prince Vincent sounded excited and of course, it made Sara nervous.
"You can't be serious."
Vincent's smile quickly dropped and he glared at Sara, "what do you mean, Princess Isabelle?"
Sara stood up from where she was sitting and glared at Vincent, trying to make her look brave, "you already took my life away from me by simply threatening Prince Gil's life and by forcing me to marry you, and now you're cutting my supposed life shorter by moving the wedding date sooner? Are you really that inhumane? Or do you really like seeing me in agony and constantly in fear?"
I just want you to love me. And I'm going to make you love me, even if it means making you fear me.
"No. I just want to make you mine sooner, so that nobody—and I mean nobody—can ever get you away from me," Vincent went and touched Sara's shoulders. Sara was quick to shrug them away.
"Don't touch me!" she hissed. "You make me sick. You're a monster Vincent. You don't care what other people feel. You only care for yourself and yourself alone. And you know what? I will never love you. You're a sorry excuse for a man. Do you really think you love me? You don't," Sara wiped her tears away, "because if you really loved me, you would let me go, and you would want what's best for me, which is not this sick twisted thing we call a relationship when really it's all a game to you, an agreement."
Sara turned and left the room, and Vincent found himself suppressing tears. He slid to the floor until he was sitting on it and said to an empty room, "I do love you Sara. The problem is just that I love you too much to let you go."
If only Sara would understand.
What was wrong with Sara? I know something is wrong. I just hope Sara would tell me soon enough. What did the King and Queen want? Why did they call her? Dorothy mused. Dorothy's thoughts were interrupted by a heavy knocking on the door.
"Just a minute please!" Dorothy shouted while running to the front door.
She opened it to reveal one pale Gil Grissom.
"Prince Gil! Oh my goodness what happened? Why are you so pale? Would you want me to prepare for you some tea?"
Gil gave her weak smile, "no thank you. I'd just want to go to my room for now, maybe get some rest."
Dorothy nodded her approval, "of course."
Gil looked at her thankfully and started up the stairs to his room. Once he got into his room, he went and lain down the bed.
Hank started barking once Gil went inside the room. He went to his master's left side and sat there, as if guarding the Prince.
"Hey boy," Prince Gil said while petting the dog's head.
Prince Gil suddenly stood up, remembering why he hurried to get home. Silently, he started to walk across the room, picked up his telephone, and dial a number he already memorized a year ago.
"Olypius royal castle, head maid Ivy speaking, may I ask who this is and how may I help you?"
Prince Gil smiled, "this is Prince Gil of Blymarix. I was hoping to speak with Princess Jacqueline, if it wouldn't be much of a bother?"
"No, it wouldn't be a bother at all. I'm pleased to hear from you Prince Gil. It's been months since you came to the castle, my dear Prince. Anyway, I'll be calling Princess Jacqueline, Please hold for a moment."
"Thank you," Prince Gil said.
After a few minutes, Prince Gil finally heard a voice.
"Hello? Prince Gil?"
"Princess Jacqueline! It's so nice to finally talk to you again."
"Well, it's nice to talk to you too Prince Gil, but please cut to the chase. I know you're not just calling me for old time's sake."
"Well, I was kind of hoping you could help me…"
"No problem. What exactly do you need me to do?"
Prince Gil smiled.
"I have a plan."