Keiran
There is a light knock at the door. I pick my head up from the pillow, and lazily answer.
" Yeah... what is it?" My voice is irritated.
Its a guard, informing me that my presence is required downstairs in the main hall.
Ever since my house arrest, the days are all the same. I spend most of my days in my chambers, until I am summoned by my father to be present for some things which require the attendance of the Crown Prince.
I miss Isabelle alot and I am worried about her, but I have begged my father alot and he is adamant about the no contact rule.
Taking a deep breath, I dress up and descend down the hall.
Everything is lit up and adorned with flowers.
Oh no, I think, with dread.
Music starts and I hear the familiar giggles.
I groan inwardly, as I try to retrace my steps
