Chapter 35: The Awful Princess
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"Why? Did you forget your old self too?" Lazarus asked then laugh.
I sighed. I mean I don't know her but Lazarus should think this way. "Yes, I forgot about her... So just tell the story."
There was a moment of silence after that. I looked at Lazarus who is busy looking at me.
"What?"
"Are you serious about that? Did you really forget your old self?"
I rolled my eyes on him. "Didn't I told you that from the beginning? I said I don't know about my old self."
"I thought you're lying."
"Why would I lie about that?"
"Because you're a liar," he told me. My mouth opened in disbelief. I... am a what!?
I thought Genevierre was just a plain brat but also a liar? In Lazarus eyes?
Come to think of it, Lazarus was rude to me from the very beginning–he is quite nice now, but hostile from the very first place.
"What do you think of me before? Like how do you see me before?"
Lazarus is just staring at me as if I he was really weighing the truth about my words. But when he notice that my eyes was saying the truth, he looked away.
Hah, what a coward.
"I hated you so much," he started. "From the very beginning–not even yet born..."
My face wrinkled and looked at him. "What did I even do to you?"
"The Aristocrats wanted a human inside the castle for what they call fairness. They fight for their rights, until the king decided to let them find a human princess that will be with me."
Ah, the Aristocrats sounded so greedy. I wonder why the King just let the get through?
I pouted. "I am innocent! Why do you hate me in the first place?"
"You are an instrument... or the vessel for their greed. We all know, even a person here knows that Aristocrats doesn't want fairness. They just wanted power on the castle... and the only way they can gain power is having you." Lazarus closed his eyes and rest his head against the wall after that.
So she was the vessel of their greed? But I know for a fact that the real Genevierre don't like the Aristocrats snymore. She knew that her life is hard because of them.
I thought that was the end of the story, but he started talking again.
"To add, you're not a very nice girl with people. You are hard to get along with. You are always mad once things doesn't go along your way—and you're just acting nice to me for the reason–I don't know why. Maybe the Aristocrats are planning something against me or the castle?"
So he thinks that Genevierre is being nice because she wanted something? I cannot disagree with his first statement as I notice how she talks towards me....
But Genevierre acting nice? I feel like Genevierre is acting nice because he actually likes the prince!
"Even a small inconvenient inside the palace—you will just vent your anger out to anyone..."
I winced. "Oh, I am that awful!?"
Lazarus nodded his head. "You are that awful, princess. You're just nice when I am around and I hate that."
Oh now I feel shy for something that I even didn't do!
"I apologize about that. I promise not to di it ever again and be polite with everyone," I told him and chuckled.
He just laughed. "You are way different from before. What's this? Why are you acting so good?"
"I am not acting so good. This is just me, not interested on you. Get used to it."
Lazarus laughed. "You? Not interested on me anymore? I will be more convinced if you're planning something against me!"
I glared on him and just throw my back on the pile of dried grass around.
"Aristocrats makes my life hard. What made you think that I will just obey them when I liked you so much before?" I asked him. "Don't worry, I am not plotting anything! And you can tell now that I am being honest!"
"The Aristocrats makes your life hard..."
I just closed my eyes after he repeated that. Only if Prince Lazarus show a little affection towards the princess despite of her attitude...
Maybe this didn't happen.
"Did you take your life because of them?"
Well, I really don't know the answer regarding that. I am not Genevierre and even she stated on her diary a lot of reason...
I cannot declare anything to anyone.
"Well, I feel hopeless," I just stated my own reason why I wanted to vanish. "I am alone and struggling. The way I think doesn't provide any solutions anymore. My head fills up with pressure, loneliness... and fear. So that's why I decided... to jump."
I didn't heard a word anymore from him after that. There was silence that made me fall asleep.
This is too ironic—if I hate my hopeless life, then why I do I want it back?
I woke up feeling uncomfortable. My body aches all over.
"My... back." I whipered.
It was still early in the morning and I am planning go sleep again but... I heard a loud noise outside.
I looked around and there I realize—where is Lazarus?!
Did he left me here?! I cannot go back alone! I don't know how to get back alone!
I get out from the room. There is no person here, but someone left her dish for cooking
Where did they go?
"I am such a useless father!" He wailed.
The moment I step outside from the house, I saw a man crying on the floor. "Please let me be dead... I don't want this life anymore! I failed to protect my one... and only daughter... She is just a child..."
"Don't tell that, Oliverio! We will do something to get your daughter back, alright?"
"How can we bring back my daughter!? I am a bad person... I don't deserve to live."
"Don't say that," Lazarus said. "We will get your daughter back."
He is here...
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