Chapter 90: The voices
Cedric watched the carriage leave before heading back inside the palace. Something was strange about the priestess, his guts told him so.
He was acting weirdly around her like he was compelled to look at her; his will was controlled. The more he stared at Callista the more guilty he felt. He should not be looking at those blue eyes that remind him of Abrielle, but a calm voice keeps on whispering.
It was okay to stare at Calista in Abrielle’s presence. After all, she wanted him dead. Abrielle was also a nemesis but Callista was pure. A pure heart who was not meant to be entangled with the messy royal life.
"What is wrong with me?" He mumbled he didn’t understand his emotions anymore. Just yesterday he was mad at himself for the dumbest reason ever. He felt jealous when Abrielle called Lucian’s name in her sleep with a subtle smile.
He hated it; why did Lucian have to be the one who made her smile even in her sleep when she was always cautious around him? What was so special about Lucian?
He wanted to give her some space to clear his thoughts, Abrielle was his poison that was wrecking his boundaries and reasoning. He should not be too close. Even the voice that always whispers to him tells him the same, but he is compelled by those blue eyes.
The distance didn’t change a thing. Instead, he was having this strange urge he didn’t understand that felt wrong. To make things worse, he could not forget the look she had on her face when Lucian arrived.
He was scared at the thought that she loved Lucian instead; the perfect prince admired by all and not a monster like him. The problem has always been Lucian.
"Elias," he called out, summoning Elias, who was hanging close in the shadows. "Yes, your Highness," Elias answered.