My Fiancée Hates Me

Another year had gone by very quickly. This year, I turned sixteen. It was already time for me to enter the Royal Academy.

My uniform was a bit shorter skirt as I remembered, so I had trouble walking around with a large draft between my legs, but the gates covered in white roses that welcomed the new students was exactly as how I remembered.

I soon heard squealing near the large metal gates. In the center of the madness was a single being with the stature of an archangel with his flaxen colored hair and a smile more beautiful than any devil.

My eyes were unable to separate from the man I once loved the most. All I could do was stare blankly at the portrait of a man surrounded by hundreds of flowers.

For a moment, it appeared as if the mirage of Prince Erik was growing closer to me.

I gasped when I found that he was no mirage but Prince Erik himself.

He smiled softly as he handed me a red rose with a pink ribbon.

I took the flower with shaky hands.

"Thank you, Your Highness," I told him as I gave a curtsy.

This place is a royal playground for this person. I should not expect so much out of a simple flower.

"A flower for yourself," he said as he handed another girl a flower of a different species.

I looked back at Prince Erik once. He was a different person from the Erik I once knew. I thought that he would have snatched a young lady already. However, there are no news of His Highness playing around once again. I wonder what his aim was in giving me the flower...

I brought the flower back to my room before class and made my way to class where I bumped into Charlotte. She was holding the same white lily as before.

"Greetings, Charlotte."

"We are together again, Arielle," Charlotte said as she embraced me.

"I'm glad to see you again, Charlotte."

"We are going to have lunch together in the Library today," Charlotte said excitedly as it came to lunchtime.

you seen Garett yet?"

"...Not particularly," she answered.

slightly suspicious from her short delay in

"I see."

floor and asked around if anyone knew of Garett. He was nowhere to be found. No one knew or had heard of his name. When I asked who was at the

almost seemed like Charlotte were on a missing person's case. The identity of Garett was almost nonexistent even in

if they had a Garett in the family, they seemed as if they

me wonder how my letters were being sent out. Were the replies even from Garett himself? His words

gotten better at hiding or he really

library for a list of people who

last four years

he lets on. Garett cares about you a lot more than you may think...I cannot imagine him writing letters to a girl he

heart still felt sore

our time by the ocean. Our relationship is just that simple,"

"Simple? Hm..."

it, Charlotte?" I

do you feel about Garett?" Charlotte asked me. "You seem overly concerned about someone you worked with for a

very serious at his work, humble towards

me with

you look

called her name as I

footing at the top

"Arielle!"

reached her hand out to me, but I was unable to grab her hand

I'm falling!

was hold out my hands in hope that

life pass me by within a matter of moments. I thought about all of the people I still wanted

I imagined

me later was not the afterlife, but an arm tightly wrapped around my

figure holding onto me. My hands went around the collarbone of the man to the top of his shoulders. I opened my eyes to see peerless beautiful emerald green eyes