Chapter Hundred-and-six
Gina's POV
Fabian was like a leech. No, a parasite would be a better way of describing him. For a man, he loved to talk too much and he followed me everywhere. I knew it was not from lack of friends because he had many friends so I could not understand why he chose to cleave to me out of the many people that had come for the festival.
Then the moment I had been waiting for came. The music stopped and everywhere fell quiet as the presence of Princess Emily was announced. I watched her from afar. She looked poised and it was clear she was used to this kind of reception. After her presence was announced, Captain Thoma followed. My eyes remained on the two of them as the night progressed. Captain Thoma danced with a great number of women and Emily danced with a great number of men. However, the two did not seem to be on friendly terms. And the fact that they had been announced separately told me that they were not married to each other.
Besides their romance, I needed to know why she was here and not in the Dark Moon clan. But right now I was Cecille Banks and not Regina. There was no way I could see her up close or ask anything from her without risking my cover.
As the night progressed, I watched her closely waiting for any opportunity to get close to her. Then I saw my chance, she was going somewhere by herself.
“Fabian, I must relieve myself. I will be back soon,” I gave him a polite smile as I untangled myself from his hold.
“I shall walk you to…”
“No, I will walk by myself.” What did he think I was? A baby? I did not give him room to insist on anything as I stormed off in the direction I had seen Emily go.
I saw her just standing alone like she was waiting for somebody. Could it be Captain Thoma?
“Hello? You've been following me all night,” she said, turning to face me so suddenly that I had no way to avoid her.
“I uhm… no, no. I got lost, Your Highness,” I said, doing a bad job of changing my voice.
“Your name?” she asked, eyeing me from head to toe. I had to say that as a commoner Emily did not look approachable. She held a look of condescension as she eyed me.
“Cecille… Cecille Banks,” came my response.
“You are a human,” her eyes held disdain in them. If I did not know the warm side of Emily, I would have said she was the meanest person alive.
“Yes, yes. My uhm… father owns a business…”
“I never asked. I am not interested,” she replied, haughtily. Was this the real Emily? There was no way I was going to make her acquaintance as a commoner. I just had to hope that Uncle Napoleon had not sent her on a quest to find me.
“Your Highness, I am…”
“You have green eyes,” she commented and I froze. Had my contacts fallen off? And since when? My heart began to beat erratically as I struggled to find an appropriate response.
“I uhm… no, I…”
“I can see through the contacts. You are human but your ancestors must have mated with my clan or perhaps your mother had an affair with a man of Royal standing from my clan,” to me, it felt like she was telling me that she could see through my disguise.
“It is very unlikely, Your Highness. My mother is a paragon of virtue,” came my response but I doubted it was convincing.
“Only the Royals in our clan have green eyes. Did your mother tell you to wear contacts? That would make sense as your life outside the clan would be at risk,” came her retort. This was the first time I had heard such a thing. Only the Royals of the Dark Moon clan had green eyes. Was this so or was Emily trying to trick me?
“Princess, I would not dare to be like you or be mistaken for royalty. I can assure you that no one will find out about my eyes,” came my response.
She drew closer to me and sniffed the air about me.
“You have our scent too, it is possible your mother is not the paragon of virtue she claims to be,” said Emily.
“I am sorry to bother you, princess. I will remain out of your sight,” I said and was about to turn back when she held my hand.
“Where are you travelling?” she asked, releasing her grip on me.
“Princess! Princess! I thought I lost you,” Sandra's voice sent me into a panic mood.
“Leave, if you love your life,” Emily said in a hurried voice and I did as she bade. When I was at a safe distance, I turned to look back and it really was Sandra. What was she doing on this trip? And the way Emily had hurried me off was even more suspicious. It reeked like Uncle Napoleon. My gut feeling told me that Sandra had been sent on this trip as Uncle Napoleon's eyes.
“Ah! There you are! I have been looking for you all evening,” I heard Fabian's voice and I rolled my eyes.
“Why would you do that? You are not my father, brother or boyfriend,” came my response. I was so pissed at him monitoring my every move that I almost spoke with my real voice.
“Cecille, I was just worried about…” Suddenly, a wave of disgust filled me. If it was not for my peculiar situation, he stood no chance of talking to me.
“Do not worry about me, Fabian. I am in no way your responsibility,” I returned.
“You are upset, I will…”
I walked away from him. I was not interested in listening to him drone on about something that was meant to comfort me. I had had enough.
The rest of the night went on in a blur. I just found a place to sit and watch the parade of activities while thinking about my twins. Were they being tortured? Were they still alive?
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