Chapter 158: A B*tch
That evening a grand celebration began after dinner when King Osian announced the engagement between Prince Conrad Hart and Princess Evanna Goodrich. Conrad instantly felt the glares from Queen Eleanor, Princess Isabel and even his brother Prince Arvid, to which he could not understand why he was displeased. From what he had observed, his brother barely kept up with his ’angelic’ appearance in front of Princess Isabel; it seemed that Princess really didn’t do well with his family.
Not well indeed, he snickered to himself. His family of golden locks and eyes, though, looked the part of Royalty, dealt with their affairs using more violent methods than the ordinary courts’ tricks. Tricks to which he assumed the Queen and the first Princess were accustomed to were nothing more than child games compared to life back at Hatherland.
Conrad’s gaze moved towards his ’betrothed’, who was no more than a young child yet had the air of someone his own age or older. He also noted how they glared at Princess Evanna, but she was indifferent to them, most likely because their behaviour hadn’t changed towards her.
Once the celebration began to sizzle down into the late hours of the evening, both families began to disperse to their bed chambers. Conrad left the hall, feeling the long night take its toll on him. He strolled out into the hallway; his brother, Arvid, rushed past him, barging into his shoulder as he did so, and chased down their father, asking for him to change his mind. Change his mind? He thought Arvid despised Princess Isobel unless that was something he was willing to look over?
Conrad wanted to listen more to his brother’s reasonings, but then he heard a sudden slap of skin hitting skin on the other side of the hall. He swivelled his head to the side, but nobody was there. However, shadows on the floor revealed two figures standing around the corner, away from the parting crowds. He rounded the corner and stopped when he saw Princess Evanna facing his direction, her cheek red and her hands fisted by her sides as her sister trembled in rage and stepped into her personal space.
"How dare you take away what is mine!" Princess Isobel screeched in Evanna’s face. "I was meant to be Queen of Hatherland!" She slapped Evanna again. Conrad stepped forwards then halted after feeling Evanna’s cold gaze fall on him. She did not want him to intervene.
"And now.. Not only have you taken my crown, but you will be nothing but the second prince’s bride! Still, that is an upgrade to a dirty freak like you. Ugh!" Princess Isobel stomped her foot. "You and your whore of a mother should die!" The Princess raised her hand again, but this time Evanna grabbed her hand mid-swing and bent it in an awkward position.
Nobody was around to see how this Princess really acted, and he was surprised at how restrained Evanna was until now, considering he was punched instantly after he slapped her.
"You should be careful with your words, dear sister. One might think you plan to assassinate my mother and me," Evanna grinned and twisted Princess Isobel’s wrist even more.