A Princess Named Harry

Chapter 25

The day before, word had reached Kaitlyn's ears of Kahil and Harry's planned trip to the academy. Soon after she had heard, she stormed in on Kahil while he was taking a rest day.

"Kahil!" she screamed. "What's the meaning of this?"

He sat back in his chair idly sipping tea and asked aloof, "Meaning of what?"

His asking her only made her angrier. She stomped her foot and shouted, "You and that-that girl! That common girl! That-that fake princess!"

"Ah, you mean Harry."

"You two are so close that you say her name now?" She gritted her teeth and cried, "Have you forgotten what she did to me? Has my own brother betrayed me? How could you do that to me?"

He sighed and walked over to her. He gently patted her head and replied, "I'm not betraying you, Kaitlyn."

She stopped crying and looked up at him. "You're not?" she sniffled.

"No, I'm not," he answered. He pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and handed it to her. "Here, use this."

He turned away from her and went to sort through the documents on his desk. He had to look at every one of them before he found the one, he had been searching for, it was a detailed document with information about Harry written on it. "I'm simply observing her is all."

After wiping her tears, Kaitlyn blew her nose hard into the handkerchief. "But even so!" she whined. "You're being too nice to her!"

"Too nice?" he scoffed. "Of course, I'm being nice to her. How else am I going to get her to reveal her true colors, hm?"

She glared at him as she responded, "But I don't like it."

Kahil sighed, "Kaitlyn, you never think things through; that's the problem with you. Isn't that why you've come running to me? You jumped right in and messed everything up and need me to fix it for you?"

"That's not why- "

"Anyway, don't worry, I'll take care of your problem. It's my job as your older brother, after all."

"Kahil."

"So just relax and leave it to me."

He looked over the document about Harry and then crumpled it up. He laughed and spoke callously, "If anyone can get that girl to reveal her true colors, it's me."

•••

"Your Highness?" Harry called. "Your Highness? Crown Prince Kahil?"

He flinched and turned to her with a look of confusion on his face. "Sorry, I was spacing out."

"Are you okay?" Harry asked reaching out to him. Kahil instinctively jumped back."Yeah, so let's go to the training grounds now."

Harry was surprised by how quickly he had moved away from her. "Alright," she slowly replied. "Let's go."

The two walked side by side. Harry smiled a big smile while she thought of Kahil's kindness toward her.

"Your Highness is so kind!" she cheered.

"I'm not that kind," he responded coldly.

"That's not true," Harry replied. "Your Highness is kind I know it!"

"I'm really not, though."

"Sure, you are! Your Highness is the one who's been very nice to me, and I'm very grateful for it. I've never met any princes before Your Highness, but I don't think any of them will be as kind as you are- "

"As I said," Kahil interrupted aggressively. "I am not kind or nice. You-you don't know anything, so just be quiet, okay?"

He was upset with himself; he did not realize he could speak like that. It wasn't his intention to. He sighed, "Harry, I'm sorry-"

"I . . . I have overstepped my boundaries and have clearly offended you, and for that, I offer my sincere apologies." She spoke quietly and apologetically. She bowed to him.

"No, Harry," Kahil said tirelessly. "You aren't the one at fault; it's me."

"Your Highness?"

"I've just been frustrated, is all."

Harry was going to say something back until she suddenly realized they had made it to the school's training grounds.