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Lewiston's POV

She just stood there. Right in front of me. I don't know whether she was calculating another runaway mission to get away from me, but when I looked at her, I could see she had just suffered from an anxiety attack from the way her hands were starting to shake, and if she couldn't get out of here, it was gonna be a whole different story.

"Do you need to lay down?" I asked, moving backward to give her space to breathe. Well more like I was giving her space so to get out of the guy's toilet.

"Excuse me?" Her voice was hoarse, but it held out alright.

"Lay down?" I repeated, "To calm yourself down." I continued.

"Ohh." She shook her head understanding what I was finally talking about.

"No, I-" she started stuttering, "I think I'm fine. I'll survive." She nodded. But it was more like she was trying to convince herself that she was okay more than me.

"It's Okay. Look I-" I started.

"Thank you again, sir, for everything. But I have to go." Before I could explain, nor talk any further, she slightly pushed me aside, and she started running again. I turned and looked at her, and I smiled. She's gonna be good company, I thought to myself.

When I first met Kendall on Saturday, I felt weird. It's like I had known her forever, and I felt the need to protect her, keep her safe even. Weirdly, I felt a covering touch over her that I've never felt before for anyone else.

It's like she reminded me of someone I knew. Someone important to me, yet I just didn't know-how. Suddenly, I felt a headache buildup. I closed my eyes, trying to concentrate on my breathing.

The headaches started when I woke up in hospital after I had a car accident three years ago. The doctor said the headache was caused by the impact of the car hitting the tree. And that I had lost some of my memories. I had amnesia. And with time, they would come back, that I shouldn't force them. But they would be accompanied by headaches, depending on how the memory was.

If it was good, I would feel tingles. I would remember it as if it were a dream. And if it was bad, I would have a headache. And looking at Kendall, it made me wonder, what was it about her that made it feel like I knew someone who was like her, someone whom I've held close to my heart that my head hurts when I see her and feel tingles at the same time.

Did this person do something to hurt me, where they connected to the reason why I had the accident, and why won't my family help me remember?

My name is Daniel Alexander Lewiston the I (first) and I'm of noble birth, Prince Xander to most.

Not an ideal way to start talking about myself, but it will explain a lot of things as we go along the way. I would describe myself as the black sheep of the family, the bastard child to most. Blame it on my father for marrying a poor woman who wasn't enough for the royal family that she was forced to divorce my dad so I could survive.

My grandmother took pity on me and I got to stay with the royals. My mom died out there in the world, with me not knowing much about her except that she loved my dad with all she could give. With all, she could have. My dad remarried again to Princess Benedictine of Count Scotland, who is now Her Majesty Benedictine, Her Highness to most. She was kind enough to build a home with my dad, and she wasn't the evil stepmom. So we got along fine, most of the time.

But of course, that wasn't enough for the court. And there I was living a life I didn't want. Until her...

Weird and cute different.

That's how I would describe Maya. She wasn't your normal type of girl. Well, I was used to the stuck-up type of girls anyways. The ones who wanted to know me because of the circle I was in, the royal circle that is.

Everyone wanted to be around me just because I was of royal descent. And it sucked. I mean, I was tired of midnight balls, masquerades, and the million and one coronations I had to attend.

Don't get me started on the etiquette. The bowing, how to seat, how to greet, and worse off, how to eat. It's annoying and so boring, it was the only thing that I could do.

The only thing I was taught. And I hated all of it. My brother, Louis Monterey the III, and my sister Elizabeth Evalyn the II, we're so used to this life that it was the only thing they knew. They were even homeschooled royally.

But not me.

Somehow I just knew this was not what I wanted. Although I was the bastard Prince, I could at least do what I wanted until His Majesty found a fitting wife for me. Well, those are just privileges of being born first. And so I went to school with my esteemed bodyguards and I studied like a 'normal kid' with the condition I go back home when father finds me a wife. I finished school publicly, went to college, and now, I'm a lecture in Sicilia school of Arts.

And at the moment, no bride has been suitable in Father's eyes. Although I'm not a pure breed in the royal family, my father got me under wedlock, therefore I still deserved a wife fit for a king to rule by his side, a worthy wife in father's eyes. So I wasn't really a bastard kid, just treated as one.

By servants, our housekeepers, the family, and the other royals. The only people who had my back were my grandmother, my dad, my nanny, nonna Mary, my best friend Theodore, and my brother. Although Beth likes to parade the fact that she's purely of noble birth, I still love her. She is my sister after all.

Although my dad is kind of a different story. Something changed with him. His behavior that is, right after the accident. Before he was someone I could talk to, but now he has become more closed off. He has become a King instead of being my dad. And it makes me wonder, if this has to do with the girl that is currently haunting me without a face to her.

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