Chapter nine ▪ The King's Queen

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woke up to a cold breeze coming from my open window. I know that I haven't opened it ever since it started getting cold, so that can only mean that I've got another letter. Or that someone was in my room, someone that isn't him. I took the dahlia that was on top of the flower, as usual, and opened the royal 'AT' seal.

'Dearest Dahlia,

I hope you're enjoying your life without me. I have been quite lonely around the castle- it's quite odd how it seems even lonelier after I've found you. It's already fall, the weather has been getting colder and colder, so I've sent you this winter jacket and a few sweaters so you wouldn't be so cold. I hope you'll wear them and get over your pride for your own health. But every time it gets colder, I get happier because I know that I'm one step closer to you. On your 18th Birthday, I will have to take you home. I am sorry that I will be doing so, but it truly is hell living without you.

The one you must hate,

Alexander

-23rd November, 3044'

If he cares about me being alive and healthy, why did he leave the fricking window wide open?

Jackass.

I got up and closed the window, but not before glaring into the woods.

What? Maybe he's in there somewhere.

Creep.

My room always smells like his perfume when I get another letter. He probably sprays perfume on the way out! I always smell like expensive male perfume when I wake up from my sleep because of him.

At least he doesn't pee on me. I heard that that's what some creepy werewolves do when they find their mates and they don't live together.

Ew, ew, ew, EW! He's not peeing on me anytime soon!

The drunk me from the ball would be screaming 'You aren't peeing on me anytime soon!' through the window, like some maniac.

Drunk me is a maniac.

I call her Patricia.

The problem is that the only true difference between Patricia and I is that Patricia voices out my thoughts, whereas I choose to keep them to myself.

I looked back at the window and glared out in the woods some more, before snuggling into the now cold bed.

I kinda like his scent.