On a crystal clear morning, living on a beautiful island, I—the princess, went downstairs for my morning tea.

“Hello dear,” I declare, my face lighting up at the sight of my husband.

“Hello,” he replies, but his mind is elsewhere.

I wonder how Victoria is doing, A man said.

“Did you say something?” I ask, looking around.

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_ “No?” He responds with a slight shrug.

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_“Oh, sorry,” I shake it off.

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_ Victoria, my sister, walks in, and she is staying with us for the next couple of weeks.

** She looks beautiful wow. **

I hear a man say… wait? That sounds like my husband.

My eyes widen and I look back and forth. Victoria is looking at James with fluttering eyes, and he is looking at her, his eyes dancing.

What is going on? Why is he looking at her like that? Why is she looking at him like that? And most importantly how can I hear them?

Sudden anger flows through my veins, but I push it down.

He’s absolutely charming in this light.

“Get a room,” I say, quieter than a whisper.

“What?” She asks.

“I need to go for a walk,” I bow, then run out grabbing my gown.

I look back and she’s waving, “See you soon!”

I nod, then set out.

I run until my feet can’t anymore, collapsing on the ground. Sobs rush out and I can’t stop it. “Why,” I whisper, my mouth filled with saliva.

“Why!” I scream louder this time, my voice echoing on the mountain top.

I scream again. And again. And again. And then start crying again.

My love, my everything, why, why, why why?

Why! Why! Why!

Tears erupt from every part of me, and my heart is weary. The smell of bacon fills the air and I see my feet lead me to our private cabin.

I rush in to clean my gown._ _

I hope no one saw that.