The Disastrous Luna

Jelous and possessive

CHARLOTTE'S POV

"Charlotte," Hayden says turning to me, his face reflecting surprise."What brings you here? I thought you were still at the royal dinner."

I can't help but wonder if he actually didn't notice me approaching. I know that he has extraordinary angelic hearing abilities, but it seems like he was completely engrossed in his conversation with that girl. The thought of him being so focused on someone else makes me feel even more angry.

I had followed him after he stormed out of the royal dinner and trailed behind him thinking he was heading towards the royal residence but he suddenly stopped and diverted towards the stairs. I followed him, curious about where he was headed. However, my curiosity quickly turned to jealousy when I saw him talking a beautiful maiden with long, black, glossy hair. They looked like they were arguing but I couldn't help feeling jealous as I watched them.

He is a powerful and handsome angel prince who can easily capture the attention of others, especially beautiful women. But seeing him talking to that maiden in the library at night filled me with a sense of betrayal that I have never felt before. Probably because the girl is so naturally beautiful.

I had strained to hear what they were saying, but they were too far away for me to make out their words and just as I was about to give up and slink away into the shadows again, the girl had suddenly stormed off, frowning with anger.

"Who was that girl?" I ask casually, trying to mask my envy.

"What girl?" My prince asks.

"The one you were just talking to." I answer, only interested in knowing who she is but not wanting to seem too obvious or envious.

"Oh . . . her?" Hayden says with a shrug. "That was lady Isabelle of Anders."

I feel a wave of disgust.

So the girl is also a princess? Seems like my jelousy is justified after all.

"A princess!" I say trying to sound nonchalant. "Why was she dressed so poorly?"

The girl was beautiful despite being in a simple gown and wearing no jewelry. I am in a stunning dress that hugs my curves in all the right places but I still felt plain and dowdy when I saw her.

The prince looks at me with surprise.

"Her dress," I say, "It looked like something a commoner would wear. Why would a princess dress like that?"

"Maybe she doesn't dress to impress anyone." He shrugs.

The thought of him admiring some other stupid princess fills me with envy. I can't help but wonder if he is attracted to her.

"Do you like her?" I ask.

His eyes narrow with confusion. "What do you mean?"

"I mean do you find her attractive? Do you like her company?" I press.

"Do you feel threatened?"

"I am merely curious about your preferences. I thought that someone of your stature would have higher standards when it comes to women."

His smirk widens and I can tell he's enjoying this exchange too much. "Just because I enjoy a woman's company doesn't mean I have any romantic inclinations towards them." He says.

I feel a sense of relief wash over me at his words. I am still the one the he cares for, despite the absence of our mate bond. At least he isn't attracted to her natural beauty. My jealousy is still there though, lurking just beneath the relief. For now, I am contented to bask in the warmth of his reassurance.

I have waited my whole life for this moment, to be engaged to him, and the thought of losing him to someone else is just unsettling.

"Lets go back to the royal dinner." He says and turns to lead us out. I catch his arm and stare up into his handsome face. "Promise me you won't talk to her again," I say, my voice low and urgent.

He appears surprised. "Why not?" he asks.

"Because..." I trail off, unsure of what to say. I know my jealousy is irrational, but I can't help the way I feel. "Because I have a feeling she is not what she seems to be." I say finally, my voice barely above a whisper. "No true princess would dress like a lowly maiden when they had the means to wear beautiful dresses and jewelry." I add.

The prince's eyes softens and he nods before saying, "We should go."

I let him lead us out and we walk up the stairs in silence for a few moments. I can't help but steal glances at him, wondering if he really loves or cares about me as much as much as I do about him. Finally, I musters up the courage to ask.

"Do you truly love me?" I ask, trying to keep my voice steady.

He stops walking and turns to face me. "I have deep admiration for the person I have heard you are. Guess we will soon find out if you are indeed that perfect."

"It's just... earlier I felt like I'm not enough for you." I say, taking his hand. "We love each other and we deserve to be happy. I don't see the reason why we shouldn't get married immediately after our engagement."

"I'm sorry for storming out earlier," he says after thinking for a while. "It was just a lot to take in, with my father pressuring us to get married before you even have a chance to phase." He squeezes my hand gently. "You have nothing to worry about, we'll get married as soon as you phase." He adds and I feel a surge of frustration at his words but I can't argue with him.

I don't want to say the wrong thing or push him away, but I can't also shake the feeling that he doesn't love me enough. How I wish he would be more impulsive, more willing to love me even without a mate bond.

"Thank you for reassurance, my love," I say softly forging a smile while trying to act like everything is fine.

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ISABELLE'S POV

"The records are not in the library. Someone must have removed them." I say my voice heavy with disappointment.

"And I have no clue of where they could be kept."

My maids eyes widen in shock. "But who could have done such a thing? Only the royals and the king's most trusted noble men have access to that library."

"Perhaps one of the royals removed them," Mandy says and I nod in agreement, knowing that she is right. It seemed unlikely that anyone else not from the royal family could have been allowed to take away such records.

"We must find out what happened to those records, no matter what it takes." I say, trying to inject some optimism into the situation

The two look at me with uncertainty, clearly unsure of how we can possibly accomplish such a task. But I know that I have to come up with a plan, and fast.

"I will attend the royal dinner tonight and find a way to the royal table. Surely, either the king or the prince will have some knowledge of the missing records."

My two maids look at me with concern, and I can tell they think I am crazy. But I can't back down now. I have to try.

"It's too dangerous,"Mandy says, her voice trembling slightly. "What if you're caught?"

"I have to take that risk," I say, my voice unwavering. "We cannot just accept defeat. We have to keep trying."

They both exchange a look, and I can tell they are still hesitant. But then I ask them, "Do you have a better solution?"

They both shake their heads, and I know that they have understood. We have to try everything we can to find those records. And if that means risking my own safety, then so be it.

I know that my plan is risky, but it is the only way to find out what had happened to the missing records. I have to find my way to the royal family table and question the king and the prince about their past raids and conquests. If I can get them to reveal something, it might lead me to clues about the whereabouts of the records or the captives.