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HIS PRINCESS
BY IZZY SWEET
ABIGAIL
Two Months Ago
“Ugh, Quintin is such a loooooser,” Evie groans out and plops down on a chair. “He’s been negging me through texts all day. Like I don’t know exactly what he’s doing.”
The hem of her dress plops up with her, exposing her thighs, but she doesn’t seem to care.
If that happened to me, I’d die of mortification, but that’s Evie for you. The only reason she’s even wearing a dress is because her mother forces her to. Otherwise, she’d show up in shorts and a t-shirt.
She dared to do that once, showed up in her dirty soccer uniform, and I’ve never seen her mother, Lily, angrier.
Funnily enough, her father who rules over us all, Lucifer, wasn’t the least bit upset over her antics. No, he laughed as if he found the entire thing hilarious.
We all have to dress up for the weekly ‘family’ dinner. One of many unwritten rules in the world I live in.
The family dinner is always a very formal affair, and I used to love it when I was younger. I used to pretend we were all royalty—kings, queens, princes, and princesses gathering together at the biggest castle to talk governance and politics.
I wasn’t exactly wrong for thinking that… Our fathers do gather to talk about running the city. But now that I’m older, I know our kind of royalty isn’t the kind handed down because of our lineage.
Our titles are bought, paid for in blood and bones.
And our parents are delusional enough to still think we don’t know.
Or, at least, my parents are.
They’ve wrapped me up in bubble wrap, thinking they’re protecting me, as if I’m some fragile doll that can easily be broken.
All they’ve done is forced me to learn about the true nature of our family through other means.
I had to learn what we are in the most humiliating way possible two years ago, in school.
My teacher was teaching us about the three branches of government and how they function. But in my mind, from the things I’ve heard growing up, I couldn’t figure out how my father and Evie’s father fit in the picture.
I was so confused I raised my hand and asked the teacher why the governor takes orders from my father if the governor is the one who runs the state in front of my entire class…
At the time, I believed the teacher was purposely ignoring my father’s very important role. I felt it was personal and wanted to call her out.
Most of the class laughed, thinking I was making a joke.
I’ll never forget the look on my teacher’s face, though.
The look she gave me… it was brief but full of terror. True terror. As if for a split-second she feared for her life.
Then she tried to laugh too.
She told me to stop being silly and to see her after her class. But when I remained behind, she ignored me and ran out of the room like the Devil himself was on her heels.
I never told my mother or father. I was too embarrassed and confused. Especially after pouring over my schoolbook, searching for any mention of what important title or role my father held.
It was actually Adam, Evie’s brother, who cleared up my confusion.
When I confided the incident to him during one of our tutoring sessions, he explained that our families do indeed hold titles, but they’re the kind of titles that aren’t spoken out loud because our power causes fear in other people.
Everyone knows… but to talk about it openly isn’t allowed.
