"Your highness," She paused after shyly calling him, her flushing red cheeks flying upwards happily. "I will take whatever measures I can to provide your highness the peacefulness you want in the palace." He let out a loud laugh, echoing through the big main hall of the palace causing Beryl's smile to die down for a second but soon, her smile reformed itself when she heard what he had to say.

"If all subjects were as obedient as you, being a king would be as easy as eating a cake and having it too."

Even when she did not understand what he had just said because he is not even the king nor can he eat a cake and have it too, and even if she was called a mere subject and was referred to as obedient, which was a word she had always considered a term of slavery, she still admiringly fluctuated her dreamy eyes from one of his eyes to the other, still shamelessly falling even more in love.

They were both seething with and led astray by nothing but contradictions.

Dear Mother,

He gave me two days to think, and even when I knew the answer back then, I couldn't

Give him a quick answer because I felt something wronged within me that didn't

Allow my mouth to seep this word "Yes" and step on the manners you taught me and quota of youth you recklessly spent