The prince and the Author

Come to Spain. Your life will change

The dream was back again, the same old dream that Neve had been having for quite some time now. Watching the same man getting down on his knees yet again, like she has always had. Watching as he put the ring in her finger and everyone was celebrating this, so was her father. Jason was celebrating it well. His green eyes were looking down at her. The love that they both shared clearly spread on their faces and clearly being loud as ever.

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"Huuhhhhhhhhhh.." Neve gasped, opening her eyes wide open and staring at her ceiling lights that were slightly on. Neve knew morning had come and she was finally out of the dream. Her breath was still heavy, while she slowly moved her hand over her chest, trying her hardest to breathe well.

"When will this stop?" Neve whispered, freaking out for the past two weeks. Slowly she turned towards her right only to look at the view that she had from her apartment. Her large windows that showed her multiple skyscrapers around her. It was time to get up.

Neve was more than happy about that. Slowly she pushed her body up, sitting on her luxurious bedroom while looking down, just trying to think as to why this was even necessary for her to live through this horror in real life.

Why did he have to come into her dreams... Neve thought to herself, her body no longer feeling as fresh as it always used to. She was just too tired.

Never the less, she got out of her bed. Right there and then, there came in a very heavy noise of large footsteps making their way towards her. Immediately, Neve had a smile on her face. A genuine one and she saw the open door and there came her beautiful German shepherd, "Beast."

"Good morning you, cutie..." Neve said, immediately petting her little baby as he wiggled his tail around her, excited to see her up.

"Already, come on. Let's go out." She said, making her way out of her bedroom, while he followed right behind her. However, the bright morning light was making everything much better for Neve. However, her peace was immediately disturbed by the loud clanking of vessels, making her shut her eyes tight, but she knew exactly what was going on.

"I really hope all of that noise is because you are making me breakfast." Neve said to her childhood bestfriend Marg. Who was in fact very busy being the passionate and amazing cook that she was.

"Don't worry, I am.." The beautiful brunet let out, as she was walking back and forth and collecting bread and butter, milk and coffee powder, everything that she could grab. Her green eyes lighting up with excitement.

"And also, there is a new update on my house." Marg said, while Neve sat down on the couch, and her dog was already on her lap, as the TV was on and the news channel screaming in the living room. More than anything else, it had become quite normal for Neve, since the day her best friend had started to come live with her for a few days.

"What about your new house?" Neve asked, facing Marg.

"One more week, and it is done. I can finally move in, and finally smell my walls, use my bathroom and just be there….." Marg said, sounding all dreamy. However, Neve frowned, lines forming on her forehead.

"Who smells a wall?." She asked, disgusted.

"I do, and it's an addiction.." She said taking it to offence as always, but what Marg said made Neve extremely sad.

"I am really going to miss you." She whispered.

"Me too, but I can't stay for longer because I miss my house. I mean, I wouldn't have left it if there was no fire breaking out. But now that everything is settled, and I have my house back, I miss that place." Marg expressed her deep desire, especially. Neve could also see the kind of happiness that was floating on Marg's face.

"Come on, get up now. Let's eat something before we go out." Marg said, taking the plates with her, and freshly made pancakes with strawberries on top. All this smelled amazing and even Beast was a little too excited. He had already jumped out of Neve's lap. Quickly she rushed to the kitchen. Taking two coffees in her hands. She made her way towards the balcony, walking out into the soothing hot morning light. Neve saw Marg was setting up the table, just so they could sit outside.

"Yes, Burak Moskal, the prince is now giving up his title of the king over to his little brother. I mean his half brother. I can't really say that he is his brother. But the King Silas, had decided to give the thrown to his own son Burak, not the son he adopted.."

The news came out, and this was not the first time Neve had heard of the news. And even she was little interested to know. Immediately she turned around, slowly stepping back inside of the house and Marg was with her.

"What are you doing holding that coffee?" Marg said, walking into the house as her eyes too immediately landed on the news.

Marg saw the picture of the prince and his brother. Burak and Dure. Marg has seen them many times before but not personally, always everywhere around. She just loved royalty.

However, both brothers looked well built, and over 6 foot something. But Burak looked so much like his father. He had the same looked and anger on his face as well. But his shining black eyes, it might look very pleasant to the world, but somehow for Neve, she couldn't help but always see something else. As if he was trying to find something.

Neve squinted her eyes, trying to think of what a prince could want from this world, when he had everything. However, he does have major shares in his father's company now and he preferred to take over his business and the football teams and publishing house, and his diamond mines over the crown.

"Although, I wouldn't mind either way. Both these men can rule the world if they want..." The anchor said, trying to flirt her way through this. Her happiness was greatly seen. Both the brothers' pictures now stuck to the large TV.

His younger brother was the complete opposite to Burak. He looked much kinder, but extremely smart as well. He completely had the right to become the king as well.

“But I thought the queen didn't want him to become one, she wanted her own son. Then why even bring someone to life, if you don't want to give your son the title?." Marg said, as she walked out of the house to the balcony, upset at the truth.

"I seriously don't understand this family. Why not give someone the work they actually wanted to" Marg said, still talking about it.

"Why are you getting so angry over this?" Neve asked, walking behind her, sitting back comfortably in her chair.

"I am not angry, I am just enjoying the view of the city.." Marg said, looking around, but her best friend was still a little angry and Neve saw that.

"Really?" Sara asked, confused.

"I don't know, I honestly don't know why I am mad. But maybe it just reminds me of what happened back at home." She said, upset

"But that is it. My parents treat me the same way too. They don't even want to know if I am okay or not. They didn't even come to my restaurant opening." Marg let out, upset eating her pancakes.

"But your brother was there." Neve whispered, reminding her.

"Because he is my brother..." Marg came back, immediately smiling softly.

"Why are family so missed up Neve? Why do they mess up children with them?" She asked, feeling so drained. It was so clearly seen on Marg's face. And immediately Neve moved forward, pushing the pancake close to Marg. She was trying to right her mood. Neve too was experiencing the same horror with her father and she hated every minute of it.

"Don't ruin it for yourself. Remember, you got very good news about your house." She said, as Marg chuckled.

"Yes, there are still many good things happening.

"Yes..." Neve let out.

"Now eat up." She said, wanting to make her only sister in this world happy.

"What about you? Are you going to talk to your mum?" Marg asked.

"Let's not talk about family anymore, not today." Neve said, taking a bite of her pancake, while Beast sat there right next to her legs.

"And when the time comes, everything will work out. But I can't talk right now." She said, sitting back and immediately starting with her food. But the question had already come to her, and her heart was beating faster than ever during the conversation.

Neve had other things to do, other better things in life, and now everything else can wait.

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Loud ring on the of the phone was spread all around this dark room. Blinds were slipped and there was no sort of light that was allowed at all. Except for the dim lights. However, Burak at that moment, he walked out of his bathroom, as his lower half was wrapped in a towel. Although his body was still wet from the shower, sweat was still dripping down from his chest, stomach. It was curving through him very slowly and through his muscles. Burak walked into the room, as the noise from the phone got louder and louder.

"RING RING RING.."

He made his way towards the large mirror, wiping his face and slowly he pulled the tower away from his face, looking at himself in the mirror and trying to understand who this man was that stood right and front of him. The burden that Burak was carrying on his shoulders was too much. Even though it wasn't before, but now that it involves his own family, there was a lot that was stuck to him. His deep black eyes felt the burden of it all. But he was stronger than ever now.

"RING RING..."

His phone was still ringing and now the sound started to echo throughout the room, now forcing him to glance away from himself. Burak was a bit irritated as he made way towards his phone that was on his bed, only to see it was his father.

"Is everything okay father?" He asked. His rough tone came out pretty strong and the heaviness in his voice always stayed with him.

"I just wanted to know if you will be coming home?. It's important that every family member is here." He let out.

"Is my brother invited?" He asked, throwing the towel away.

"Of course, he is. He is my son." His father said, coming back very quickly with his answer. Burak let out a small breath.

"And about your mother……… She said...." His father was about to continue but Burak was not having it at all.

"I do not want to talk about that right now." The man said, very quickly dodging the question.

"I can understand son, this must be very difficult for you. It is for me as well. I expected you to take the crown, but your younger brother is very strong in this title. I have no doubt in that, I believe in your judgement as his brother." He let out, as Burak, shut his eyes tight, done for now.

"However, we both do have to meet in the office once. There are so many things to talk about." His father said, hoping he would listen.

"We have already talked about everything, father. I don't think anything is left, any more.." He let out.

"There is, and we are a family Burak. Running away is not an option here, especially from family." He said.

And Burak couldn't help but feel his anger get to him. His eyes still shut tight. Pinching the bridge of his nose.

"I will be there. Although, I do have to go to my publishing house. There are a certain thing I have to sign off on. We will meet for lunch.." He said, walking up towards his large windows, while he opened his blinds. Looking at the view outside, Burak was simply exhausted already.

"I will see you there, son." He said, and without another word, Burak cut the call, throwing the phone on the bed. He was angry for the first time in his life, and for so long he had been this angry. But Burak knew that he had never run away from any challenge, even though it was personal and heart breaking. This was a challenge for him, and he was ready to accept it. Even if it involved his own family, his own mother, who betrayed their family in the worst way possible.