A Princess Named Harry

Chapter 23

It had been a few days since the incident with the crown prince and the knights, and everything had seemed to go back to normal; the knights had resumed their training, and Varian was still gone, but there had also been no contact from Kahil either. Harry had thought everything had been settled, but soon after she thought that she was summoned to his office.

Harry hurried as quickly as she could, but when she got there, he hadn't said anything to her. Even with her sitting in front of him, he still hadn't spoken a word. Harry's fear of him hadn't disappeared, but she didn't want to just sit in silence with him, or at all for that matter.

"Umm . . . Your Highness, may I ask why you called for me?" she asked.

She had hoped to get a response, but he said nothing. He just sat at his desk scanning over documents. His office wasn't an office; it was his room with a desk in it.

After sitting together in silence for a while, Harry couldn't take it anymore. She stood up and hurried to leave, but just as she grabbed onto the doorknob, Kahil asked, "Are you leaving?"

She answered as sweetly sounding as possible, "Yes, I was."

The way he glared at her made her think that she had to justify her actions.

"You seem busy, so I was going to go."

"I'm not that busy."

"Really?"

"Yes, so sit back down."

The prince left her with no excuse to escape.

She did as he said despite really not wanting to. Kahil looked up at her after finishing looking over his twentieth document for the day. "Are you bored?" he asked her.

"No," she answered immediately.

"Okay," Kahil replied.

Harry thought over her answer again and said timidly. "Well, maybe a little . . . but just a little bit though! Only a tiny bit."

She didn't expect Kahil to react, but his reaction shocked her so much, she almost fell out of her seat. He shouted for his butler, Hubert, who was a very old man.

"You called me, Your Highness?" he asked in a frail old man's voice.

"Yes," Kahil answered. "Prepare some tea and snacks for the second princess."

Harry cringed at his words.

"I understand; I'll be right back," replied Hubert.

Harry watched the old man leave and turned back to look at an ever-busy Kahil. She was a little scared to say what she was about to say.

"Um, Your Highness," she said softly. "Regarding my name . . . or as you say title. Please refer to me as Harry and not the second princess."

Harry thought her boldness was a bit too much, but Kahil immediately called her by her name. When she heard it, she quickly straightened her back up and became embarrassed. She was shocked to hear a prince call her name.

Even though it had been months, Harry still didn't see the royals as her family, and she believed them to feel the same. Perhaps not the king, but she knew her royal siblings didn't. She hoped she would become worthy enough for them to see her as family one day.

"Um, Harry, are you alright?" Kahil asked, taking notice of her sudden silence and tenseness.

She was even tenser than she had been when she had first entered his office. "Yes," she answered in a lot louder voice than she had intended.

"Okay, then."

"Yes," Harry said again, but a lot quieter.

Kahil went back to his work when Hubert came back, bearing a cart filled with sweets. Kahil finally stopped working, and he and Harry moved over to the couch to eat.

Hubert began to move each plate of sweets from the tray onto the table.

Harry stared at all the food. She hadn't indulged in anything really sweet since her arrival. She sat and named all of the sweets that she had only ever seen inside the display cases in stores.

"Macaroons, cupcakes, cookies, pie, and strawberry cake . . . there are so many sweet things here."

"You like it, huh?" Kahil asked. He picked up the plate that held the strawberry cake. "Strawberry cake is my sister's favorite."

Harry wondered if Kahil only said that to provoke a reaction in her. She didn't want to have a bad relationship with his sister, but Kaitlyn didn't like her, no matter what she did. Harry looked at the plates; she was only familiar with one of them.

"I'm sure strawberry cake is wonderful, but I really like vanilla cake." She picked the plate and smelled its deliciously sweet aroma. "I know some people believe it to be the plainest of the delicacies, but I like it."

Kahil seemed a little shocked by her words and watched as she indulged in that one dessert. He suddenly got the feeling that if he stayed with Harry, he would start to remember things that he didn't want to.

"Say, Harry," he said trying to mask his shock. "Would you like to visit the academy's training grounds with me?"

"What?" Harry asked confused.

"Well, you've been to our training grounds here before, but how would you like to visit the one at the academy?" He eyed Harry expectantly. "What do you say?" He asked again.

"Wh-when shall we go?" Harry asked nervously.

Kahil smiled at her and answered, "Tomorrow."

Harry sat back and thought of how to answer. She knew she couldn't refuse him.

"Well, what's your answer?" he asked. "Doesn't it sound exciting to go somewhere new? You'll get a chance to leave the palace. You haven't left the palace in a while, right?"

Harry gave him a small smile; there was no way she could refuse the crown prince's invitation, is what she thought.