Sorry this chapter is so short guys, I am unsure if I am going to continue this story. Should I?

Anyways, enjoy!

Chapter 7

Still a bit flustered, I made my way to my parent's chambers with Aurora. I refused to tell her anything else about my day, not wanting to have to relive the embarrassment. After a while of bugging me, she finally gave up. By the time we made it to our parent's chambers, I was thoroughly exhausted.

"There you are. It took you long enough," Mother said as we walked in. I could already see she truly was in one of her moods. I decided to play it safe.

"I'm sorry Mother, please don't blame Rora. She was just coming to get me. I was out on my afternoon ride and I got... sidetracked. I apologize," I said, keeping my eyes on the floor.

"I don't blame Rora. I blame you and your ridiculous obsession with riding that beast around. I am just waiting until you fall off that thing or get attacked by a ruffian. That will be the end of me," she said, sitting heavily on a very fluffy chair. If only she knew how close she was to the truth.

"Once again, I apologize for worrying you, Mother. What was it that you wanted to discuss?" I asked, trying to sound as demure as possible.

"Oh, yes. Well, I wanted both of you to know that we are hosting a ball in your honor in two days. The Miranthian princes have agreed to stay, so make sure you are on your best behavior. I plan to find you both a husband. And soon." she said, with a curt nod of her head.

"Of course, Mother," Aurora said, face already alight with excitement.

"But... Mother... what if I don't want to marry one of them?" I sputtered.

"... You will do what your Father and I wish of you. Is that understood?" she said, eyes cold and unforgiving.

It took everything I had not to leave the room in a fury. "Yes, Mother. I understand perfectly," I whispered.

When I returned to my room, I realized just how tired I was. I knew that it was hours until dinner wast to be served, so I decided to take a nap.

The moment my head landed on my pillow, I was asleep. I cannot remember a time when I fell asleep so fast.

While I slept, images from the day swirled through my head. It was all a blur of riding, sitting in the great hall, and the princes. For a moment, Garrett stood in front of me. He smiled, but when he began to talk, it was silent. As I leaned closer to try to hear him, he suddenly transformed in Prince Philip, a wicked smile on his beautiful face.

I awoke with a start. This was by far the most unsettling and odd dream I had had in a very long time. But now, it was time to face everyone at dinner. I had a few goals: to avoid Prince Philip at all costs, to figure out why Garrett called me "Scotch", and to find out what my dream meant. All of which, were impossible.