Eleanor kept her head down as she walked into the castle, the prince had dismissed her heading to the training ground.
Eleanor climbed up the stairs to the hallway leading to her room with hurried steps. She bolted the door open as quick as she could and stepped inside, shutting the door behind her.
She took a deep breath and leaned her head against the door, placing her hands on her chest to calm her breaths.
Dear gods, what the hell is wrong with her? Why would she be thinking of the prince in such a way?
She can't believe she was even thinking he'd kiss her again. Like, what the hell?
She promised herself she was going to stay away from him but now she's doing quite the opposite. She's longing for him to kiss her which is really far from possible.
Eleanor used her palm to slap her forehead groaning lightly.
She walked to the bed in the room which has become hers ever since she was given the room. She threw herself on the bed with her arms spread apart staring at the ceiling, heaving out a heavy sign as she kept her gaze on it.
Maybe, just maybe if her mother was here she'd have advised her on what to do.
Dear gods, how she really misses her.
She knows she isn't one that likes listening to motivational talks and advice but right now she really needs them. Especially ones from her mother.
Eleanor smiled sadly as she remembered those moments when her mother would sit her down and advise her on what to do if she had any problems. She would stroke her hair softly and smile at her, giving her good words of advice.
Eleanor shot up from the bed when something clicked in her head. Maybe she could talk to Madam Helen.
She plopped back to the bed with a heavy sign. She can't do that. How would she tell Helen that the prince kissed her and now she can't stop thinking about him?
She really can't say that. It's so embarrassing.
Eleanor stood up from the bed and walked to the window staring out of it. Into the castle's compound.
Dear gods, help her. Even if it's sending someone to her, anyone, just do it. She's currently in a very bad situation and she needs someone to talk to, someone who'd advise her on what to do.
Eleanor's eyes widened on it own immediately the name clicked in her head.
"Gwen."
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Luciano walked out of the training ground into the castle, he climbed up the stairs and walked into the hallway leading to Nikolai's room.
He knocked on the door a few times before pushing the door open and stepping inside.
"Woah! Hey brother!" Nikolai exclaimed as Luciano walked into the room, shutting the door behind him. "Hey hey hey! What brings you here? Come on, have a seat." He walked to the table and took a bottle of wine pouring in two cups, he handed it to Luciano plopping himself on the couch in the middle of the room.
"I kissed her." Luciano blurted out.
Nikolai quirked an eyebrow at him before asking. "Kissed who?" He raised the cup to his mouth, drinking the wine, moaning as the sweet taste hit his tongue.
"I kissed Eleanor."
Nikolai's eyes widened in shock as he splurted out the drink in his mouth, coughing lightly. "What?!!"
Luciano heaved out a heavy before plopping on the couch beside Nikolai. "Yes brother, I kissed her."
"But.. but, how?! How could you do that?" Nikolai asked, staring at Luciano with disbelief evident in his eyes.
"Ugh?" Luciano quirked his eyebrows at him in surprise. "Hey! But you said I should follow my heart!"
"I..I... But.. I didn't know you'd do that!"
"Whatever." Luciano mumbled, taking a sip of wine.
"Oh dear gods." Nikolai muttered leaning back on the couch as he kept on staring at Luciano in disbelief.
"So, what should I do now?"
"Hey, don't ask me that, I didn't tell you to kiss her-"
"But you said I should follow my heart."
"I didn't mean-"
"I'd have never kissed her if I didn't follow my heart."
"But- you know what? Let's stop trying to blame ourselves, we should find a solution."
"Solution?" Luciano scoffed, gulping the remaining wine down his throat. "Maybe, a solution to my heart."
"Huh? What do you mean?" Nikolai furrowed his brows at him in confusion.
"Solution to my heart Nikolai! I mean, now I can't stop thinking about her!"
"Ohhhh... This is really bad."
"It's really terrible Nikolai. I can't stop thinking about her, every time she's up here in my head, giving me countless sleepless nights. It's really bad Nikki."
"Okay, there's no point being paranoid. It's obvious you're falling in love with her."
Luciano snapped his head to stare at him angrily. "Don't say that! There's no way I'd fall in love with her. No fucking way!"
"Keep lying to yourself. You've fallen for her but you don't want to admit it cause you think so highly of yourself. Just think about it Luciano."
"Well, if I've fallen for her, that's a big problem to me."
"Nah, that's not a big problem. The real big problem is you're getting married. Not just to a normal human," Nikolai raised his brows at him before continuing. "To Sabrina, Princess of Stockhem. The one and only Lady Viper."
Luciano groaned, face palming himself. "I almost forgot that, not like I'm ever going to marry her. So what do I do Nikolai?"
"Well..... Maybe you should just keep following your heart." Nikolai said, shrugging his shoulders. "And see where it leads you."
"Ugh, that's lame. Following my heart was what led me to this situation I am right now, I'm not following any stupid heart again."
"Don't say that mighty one. Just keep following your heart. Maybe, just maybe it'll lead you away from the mess."
"So cheers to the situation we are in right now." Nikolai said, raising his cup.
Luciano stared at the empty cup in his hand, shaking his head and groaning under his breath. "Ugh."
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Sabrina smirked as she walked majestically to the throne room. She stepped inside and spotted the king in the throne room, speaking to one of the officials.
Sabrina smiled as he dismissed him immediately he spotted her. "Good evening father." She greeted with a bow.
"Oh, my dear Sabrina, how have you been?"
"Not really good father."
"Uhh, so what brings you here?"
"Well father, I would like to discuss something very important with you."
"And what is that?" King Axel asked, giving her his full attention.
"It's about Luciano."