Fake Identity

... Asher's POV...

"Asher! Answer me." She makes me look in her eyes.

"You know the problem, Adena!" I say.

"What problem? I literally don't understand!" She says cluelessly.

"Adena, don't act innocent!" I say and walk towards the kitchen and start doing dishes.

..... Shayan's POV...

I don't know why but today I feel like killing every person who comes in front of me..... maybe I just can't bear to see my father dying in front of me and doing nothing. He never gave me love as a father does but he still is my father. I can't show emotions and I hate it. I'm engrossed in my thoughts when a maid enters with food. "Your dinner, your majesty." She says bowing her head down.

"Who asked you to bring it!?" I ask in a stern voice and shivers run down her spine.

"Princess did, your majesty." She says without raising her head.

"Take it back ! And tell her not to interfere in my life!" I stand up and leave.

.... Asher's POV...

"I only know that you're faking an identity! I don't think it's related to refusing the job!" She almost yells. "Tell me the truth, Asher!"

"I'm a girl, Adena!" I say out of frustration. "Why don't you understand. I'm a girl without any powers! If that prince of yours knew this I would have been dead by now!" I say yelling at her. I see tears in her eyes , and I realize that I was being harsh more than needed.

I sigh. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have shouted at you." I say softening my tone. "I just don't want anyone to know about my past."

"Don't be. I shouldn't have forced you to do anything." She says wiping her tears, which are still streaming down her face. "Who am I to know about your past? I am just no one !"

"Don't say that, Adena. You're my only family." I sit near her. "Come, hug me or I'll cry too." I say opening my arms and she gives me a bear hug.

"Don't scold me again!" She pulls away and says pointing her index finger towards me in warning. "Sometimes, even I can't tell that you're a girl, the way you get angry , even boys should be afraid of you." She says giggling.

"Why ? Can't a girl be as angry as a boy?" I say as my inner feminist awakes.

"Ok, now tell me everything. Or I'll eat the peanut butter!" She says threatening me cutely.

"Childish! " I say turning back to the bed. " I'm tired. We'll talk tomorrow."

"But...." I cut her off.

"Sleep, Adena!" I say and blow off the candles.