Preparing for the royal ball has once again become the unifying concern of everyone. Influential, wealthy, and famous people have been invited to the ball scheduled for tomorrow. Borstal’s elite students are among those who belong to this group. Prince Augustus couldn’t keep his anxiousness from what he had heard. Tomorrow, everyone will get the privilege of meeting the long-hidden prince, who will also be the next monarch, to sit on the throne. In any case, despite Prince Augustus’s protestations, the reigning will take place since he was the second son of King Lucien.
As a result, the whole Borstal campus is abuzz with rumors about the royal ball. It’s because, as I previously said, they were all invited by the King to take part.
While I was in school, I saw Prince, who was now the whisper of the school. He was sitting quietly in his chair, but I could see he was weary of what he had been hearing. He sprang to his feet and walked out the door. After I caught up with him, he made his way behind Borstal, where Lincoln and I had previously walked by.
"Prince!" I yelled out, but no matter how many times I called, he came out right away and without hesitation.
"Can you tell me where you’re going, Prince?"
"Stop bothering me!" Prince Augustus said.
"I’m sorry, but I have to keep an eye on you," I said.
"You are not a guard; you are a saboteur."
He walked up to his vehicle, which was already parked. "You are not permitted to go." I reached out and grabbed his arm.
"Do you want me to run you over?" He uttered that with a furrow on his forehead.
I couldn’t let him go, so I did get into his vehicle. "I’m coming with you."
"Get the hell out of here!" He said it a bit louder this time.
"I’m sorry, Prince." I shook my head.
"You don’t want to be harmed again, do you? Get the hell out of here! I commanded you!" He let out a yell.
"No!"
"All right, fine!" Although I had not buckled my seatbelt, he immediately moved the vehicle away.
I cried, "Prince Augustus!"
"You say you want to go with me!" He said.
"S- slow down, Prince. I haven’t put my seatbelt on yet." I said that in my panic, I didn’t know where I was going to hold on to.
"I don’t give a damn."
This is not at all what I was expecting. Yes, I know he’s a racer, much like Deacon, but his driving is far quicker and more bizarre than Deacon's. My whole body is trembling as a result of the terror I’m experiencing.
"Please, Sebastian, stop!" I begged.
"Damn it, don’t fucking call me that name. I despise it when someone who isn’t a part of me calls me that name."
I started chewing on my lower lips, and my eyes welled up with tears. "Please stop. I’m begging you."
Prince Augustus gave me a thoughtful gaze. He gradually slowed down till the car came to a complete halt. He grabbed my shirt. "Why? Why do you have to show me your tears all the time? " He asked in a loud voice.
"And you, why do you like inflicting pain on me?" I wiped my eyes, but the tears flowed nevertheless.
"Because I fucking despise you. I despise the fact that I have to rely on him to keep your brother alive!"
"Then how come you helped me?" I let out a scream.
"I don’t know!" He said. His eyes were too enraged and frightening to look into, yet those eyes did not scare me.
I snatched his hand away from my shirt. "Has your father been arrested and sentenced to prison? Have you been expelled from school? Have you lost all the things you owned? Have you ever felt like a failure in the sight of others? Have you ever been accused of something?" And then again my head hurts like hell, so I had to paused a second.
I saw how he looks at me, how concern he was when all of a sudden I stopped.
"Moreover, have you ever seen your brother bleeding and dying? You have experienced none of it because you are different; you are the Prince, so don’t pretend that you are the only one who has difficulties in the world; you are not the only one who is deprived of luck. " I said, pointing at him. "No one, not even the king, not even Raeanna, and certainly not me, has made your life unpleasant.