His Demeanor

Every night, before sleeping, I always read his letter over and over again. I never seem to get tired of it no matter how many times I read it. Even though I told myself not to put a meaning to his words, I keep wishing that his letter meant something more.

It's already been over a week since I received his letter, and his arrival will be tomorrow.

I feel so restless. I don't think I can sleep well tonight because I keep thinking of the possible scenarios that might happen tomorrow when we finally meet again. I keep thinking of what I should wear, and how I should impress him.

I covered my face with a pillow and screamed. "AAAHH!!! I don't like this feeling!" I kept rolling on my bed until all of my energy was drained.

I want to see him now... I really want to...

*****

"You have to die..." I whispered over and over again as I approached her. "N-No! What are you d-doing?" She said, trembling in fear. "You have to die..." I said again as I looked down on her.

The moon was our only source of light. Without it, it would've been very dark here.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please forgive me... I'm sorry, I'm really sorry!" She said, pleading for forgiveness. I let out a very loud laugh, enough to wake the animals in this forest. "No. This is all your fault. If you weren't around, none of this would have happened. If you weren't around, everything would have gone my way..." I said as I walked close to her.

"I'm sorry! I really didn't know what I did wrong. I'm so sorry! I'm sorry!" She said as her tears kept rolling down her eyes. I couldn't see her face clearly, but her tears were glistening, enough for me to know that she was crying.

I knelt on one knee to level my head with hers and pointed the knife to her neck. "Goodbye, *toot*."

*****

I was panting and sweating as I woke up. My eyes were wide open as I thought of that nightmare.

When did that happen? Did I really kill someone? Did I really take someone else's life? This can't be! I'm not that kind of person. I know I'm not. That dream was just... a dream. It's something that never happened.

"Haa... haa... haaa...." I can't believe I dreamt about something like that.

I heard a knock from the door. I said, "You may enter," as a response. "Your Majesty, please start preparing. The prince from the Rosiello Empire will be arriving later," Ellen said as soon as she went in. "Ah, yes..." I said and smiled a little.

That's right. Vaughn is coming here today. I should smile and act normal. I should just forget about that dream. Yes... that's what I should do.

As I dressed up and ate breakfast, I slowly forgot about my dream earlier.

My heart was beating so loud as I waited for Vaughn to arrive. "Are you nervous, Your Majesty?" Noah asked as he smiled at me. "Uh... yes," I said and smiled nervously.

I feel so restless. Now that he will be arriving in a few minutes, I can't seem to calm down. I've always been calm, but whenever I'm put in a situation that involves him, I get nervous.

"The Crown Prince of Rosiello Empire is now entering the Imperial Palace!" One of the knights announced as the door opened widely. The man I wanted to see badly was walking towards me with a sweet smile on his face—or that's what I thought would happen.

Vaughn was walking towards me with a grim expression, and an aloof aura surrounding him. What happened to him?

He stopped in front of me, so I curtsied and said, "It's a pleasure to see you again, Your Majesty." He bowed his head a bit and said, "Ah, yes. It's a pleasure to see you again, Your Majesty."

What... Why didn't kneel and kiss my hand? That's what he used to do before... What happened? Did I do something wrong?

"Did something happen, Your Majesty?" I asked, showing my concern because of his indifference towards me. "It's something you shouldn't be concerned about," he replied briefly and proceeded to walk, leaving me behind.

Those are the exact same words I told him in my previous life. Perhaps... does it have anything to do with the way he's acting right now?

I have to talk to him later.

He went inside the throne room to greet my parents. I waited for him outside of the throne room, and when the door opened, I immediately fixed my posture and faced him. "Vaughn, can we talk?" I said as I looked him in the eye. "Vaughn? Would you please mind your words? Would it hurt to be more polite?" He said as he looked down on me with disdain in his eyes.

"I..." I couldn't speak. What's with him? His treatment towards me suddenly changed. "Are you not going to apologize to me?" He said as he crossed his arms. "I'm sorry..." I said, barely audible. "What did you say? I can't hear you," he said as he smirked.

I looked down and said, "I'm sorry, Your Majesty." I heard him chuckle, "That's more I like it. What did you want to talk about?" I hesitated to look at his face again, but I still did. "Let's talk somewhere else," I said.

We headed to the garden, under the exact same tree where he consoled me before. "What happened to you? Did I do something wrong?" I asked him as my forehead creased. "I told you to be more polite to me, didn't I?" He said and glared daggers at me.

"Hah. You dropped your honorifics first. You did not speak politely to me at all. How did you expect me to speak with you when you started—" I was cut off when his facial expression suddenly changed. "What is wrong with you?" I asked and sighed frustratedly.

His indifferent demeanor suddenly changed into something else. His once annoyed facial expression became sad. He bit his lower lip as he looked at me in the eye.

"I'm sorry."