Mondo Pastello | girlxgirl | Comple... - Chapter 36: Chapter 36

I hugged him tightly, trying to convey my messed up feelings in this one act of affection. He felt tense against me but eventually willed himself to calm down, bringing his arms around me until he squeezed tightly. Under his suits and blazers you couldn't necessarily tell that he was skinny, but holding him like this it was a certainty. It saddened me, and now he was returning to whatever hell of a reality he lived in.
"Thank you, Jasper," I told him with sincerity in my voice.
"There's no need for that, Princess," I shook my head.
"Thank you for talking to me and listening to me and being there for me," I squeezed him tighter once more before letting him go. "I wish you the best of luck," I told him.
"Isn't that my line?" he chuckled softly.
"I think you deserve it more," he stayed silent at this and it was as if a silent conversation passed between our eyes, understanding washed over one another. He nodded slowly and I returned the action. Then he turned and headed down the imperial staircase, his clothed back being the last sight I see of him for a while.
After Cornelius came back we all caught up, him telling us of his adventures in Belgium with the PI acting as temporary guardian. When asked to contact him, the twins immediately retaliated. Their PI was their trump card, and after much pestering, the one thing they were allowed to keep to themselves. I didn't even know who he was as I worked through the twins. Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if they had an underground fight club or ran a black-market. It was just so like them.
I had not jet apologized to Sarina, but I attend to. I was still debating on what to do, because I knew that after how we left things, she wouldn't take me back that easily. Unfortunately, that would have to wait as with Cornelius's departure from us, the Royal Variety Performance was closer than ever before. There just wasn't any more time not scheduled to be doing something.
Especially me.
Because it meant my coronation was right around the corner.
I was drilled on languages and I was disciplined to perform my speech with excellence. Days passed as everyone rushed around, trying to get everything perfect while trying not to think too much about what everyone had gone through the previous week. Everyone was behind schedule, so it was crunch time.
The media found out about what happened. To an extent, of course. As far as the public was aware, the family had a ruffle with each other and he was discovered on his way to Belgium. No one needed to know where he actually was or what they had fought about. Bartholomew, with the occasional help of Cornelius, cleaned the jet until it was spotless. They no longer had practice for their musical show, so they took that time to finish the tedious task.
I, myself, was having a permanent heart attack each day. In less than thirty-two hours, I would have a crown on top of my head. How can anyone be calm about that? What if they test me, what if I'm not suitable? Many things rang through me in the last week of preparation, the only one offering me comfort being, surprisingly, Mother Queen.
She had not left for her manor after the situation was resorted and instead stayed to assist my rising to the throne. Apparently my mother was not far from calmer than I am, Mother Queen telling me all kinds of stories from my mother's past. It made me realize how similar I was to my mother. It calms me a bit.
But no matter how many words of encouragement flew towards me when I headed through the palace halls, even Royal Guards joining in, nothing could ever take away my nerves.
I was heading through the palace with a thesaurus on my head, practicing my posture for the coronation and the performance. The dress I had was also a rather large one, I hear, so I would need to watch my step perfectly. Any misstep and my reputation would barrow into the deep end of an Olympic pool. I would never be able to get out.
"Melanie," I turned slowly at the addressing of my name, seeing my father head over. His crown no longer sat crooked on his head as it did the previous week, but now it was elegant and fit for an eligible King. "You have a visitor," my heart immediately skipped a beat before resuming in an uneven fashion.
Sarina? What was she doing here? I wasn't ready to apologize yet, I still haven't perfected the words I would tell her! There was so much still to plan, I couldn't face her now. If my father noticed my tense form, then he chose to ignore it. Promptly, he swiped the book from my head and tugged it under his arm.
"In the foyer," he told me with a sly smile before heading off, a bit of a swing in his step. Why would he be so happy? I had informed my household of the fight that broke out between Sarina and I and how it was all my fault. Was my father so determined that I could fix everything between us?
After Duchess Hannah had wacked her brother through the jaw, he had changed. Maybe my father had a few screws loose before? Nevertheless, I hesitantly made my way to the entry way. I slowly headed down the side imperial steps until I reached the main staircase. I had not yet raised my head to greet her, afraid I would see a furious face.
"Why aren't you looking at me? Is there something on my face?" I heard a voice and I instantly knew this was not Sarina. No, in fact, this was the one person who might be able to help me right now. I went flying off the steps, not even careful of the practice dress I wore. I nearly tripped as I headed to him, engulfing in the biggest hug I could muster. "Whoa, mi Princesa! Did you really miss me that much?" he asked slyly causing me to step aside and give him a punch to the side. He grimaced.
"That was not for telling me you were coming," his jaw slacked.
"What, really? After your brothers contacted me, I hopped in the first plane to the UK I could and this is what I get? Shameful, Mel. Purely shameful," he shook his head, trying to ac serious until he couldn't hold it in anymore. We had a good laugh together.
"My brothers? Oh, I should have known," nothing those two did surprised me anymore. I took the Spanish Prince into my arms once more. "I can't believe you're here," I whispered to him, and he tightened his arms around me.
"I heard about what happened," I pulled away and sighed. I nodded hesitantly. "Do you want to talk about it?" I debated for a second, thinking about all the things I still had to do. Then I realized that the palace won't burn down in the time I'm gone, so why not? I nodded at his question.
"Yeah, but you remember how I told you about the smoothies at the café?" he nodded in affirmation. "Let's go get some,"
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"I can understand why you love rose flavour now," Alejandro spoke but I didn't respond, stuffing ice-cream in my face. "Be careful. You might not fit in your dress anymore," I shot a nasty glare up at him before huffing. I raised my spoon towards him, poking it towards his face.
"I'm not going to squeeze into a wedding dress," I told him lowly.
"Are you threatening me with a spoon?" he pushed it out of his face. "But speaking of which, how's Sarina?" I groaned at this and sat back.
"We... had a fight," his eyes went wide at this.
"You... had a fight?" I nodded. "About?" I sighed deeply and took another swoop of ice-cream.
"I said somethings I shouldn't have, but it provoked her to tell me all of my flaws and everything I've ever done wrong. Apparently, there's a list," he hummed in deep thought, sucking at his straw for a moment.
"So... it's your fault?" I nodded in confirmation. "Have you apologized yet?" I shook my head.
"I intend to, but it's a bit late now. The Royal Variety Performance is tomorrow and we both will be there. I'm going to try and apologize then," he narrowed his eyes at me.
"Try?" he quoted me.
"I don't think she'll take me back. She saw a dark side of me and I'm so afraid that she hates me now," he stood from his seat across me and slid into the booth next to me. He took me into his arm, giving me the support I needed.
"There's no way she hates you. You two are utterly heads over heels for one another. A match made in heaven. Or hell. Whatever you believe in," he rubbed soothing circles into my back. "But... I think there's some things any relationship has to get over in order to be successful. This is just one obstacle that needs tackling. Oh, I know! Pretend that you're a bull,"
"What?"
"Follow me on this one: imagine you're a bull, and your problem is Maximiliano. The bull needs to trample on Maximiliano in order to get past Maximiliano and get to the bullring where he can be successful,"
"Where they enter a fight," Alejandro rolled his eyes, whispering 'tough crowd' under his breath.
"And they come out of it! Like, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger!" he tried to sound wise, flexing his imaginary bicep.
"Aren't the bulls eaten after that?" he scoffed, pushing away my face.
"Jeez, you are one tough cookie," he said, moving back towards his seat. "But I definitely believe that you and Sarina will one day be very happy,"
"Not today?"
"Oh, no. Today you two still hate each other," I chuckled at how calmly he spoke, as if reciting simple facts.
"That's where you're wrong," he frowned at me in question.
"Indulge me?"
"I could never hate Sarina. Never in my life will that be a possibility," Alejandro seemed to crack the largest smile in the world.
"That is just adorable! So, when's the wedding?" he sounded so eager, like a puppy waiting for his treat after doing a good act. I rolled my eyes at him.
"We've only been dating for two weeks," he scoffed unceremoniously at me.
"That's hilarious. You guys have been in a complex homosexual relationship since you two met and you cannot tell me otherwise," I chuckled sheepishly at him.
"You're getting ahead of yourself,"
"Am I? I mean, you two are both of age and it's legal. Although... I don't know if there's a procedure to homosexual couples passing on titles. Like, will the UK have two queens then? I can totally get on that train. That sounds almost ideal," I had stopped listening, considering his words. On the off chance that Sarina and I get married, then she'll be a crowned Queen.
Sarina... as Queen.
Caleb as King now proved to be the worst possible thing I ever considered, but this was something else. Sarina was the closest thing to perfection, always being there and is as selfless as a true hero. I had more than once had the thought that she would make a better royal than me, and I know I am right. If Sarina was the one, then I will gladly place a crown on her head.
If she'll have me.
A hand shook in front of my face and I quickly snapped out of it, regarding Alejandro.
"What were you daydreaming about?" he asked, curious as to what caught my attention so promptly. I gave him a big smile. Alejandro was truly a good friend, although he could be annoying at times. I appreciated that he came to support me through this rough time.
"Sorry. I was just fantasizing about our wedding," I had never heard a man squeal before.