Never Stop Fighting by Kathryn Lambert

Author:Kathryn Lambert [Lambert, Kathryn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-07-23T05:00:00+00:00

18

Katrina

“I want to hear about your life,” the prince told me. “Will you tell me a story?”

He caught me off guard. No man had ever asked such a thing of me. I had barely sat down beside him when he once again took my hand, pressing it gently between his hand and his leg, like a new toy.

“You must have had some good memories as a kid. What was it like with the other kids? I was only allowed to socialise on special occasions and in the appropriate manner, of course.”

“Of course,” I smiled. A genuine smile.

I hesitated for a moment, unsure of what I should or shouldn't tell the prince.

“Well,” I exhaled. At this point I had nothing more to lose. “When I was younger I had a good friend... a best friend. For years we were inseparable. We lived close to each other and we played together every single day. Even when we were sick we still made time to visit each other and make up stories about what we would do when we were older and wiser. How we would get away from here and start our own little kingdom, living off our own farmland together.”

Gregory laughed, “that sounds like a very good friendship.”

“It was,” I assured him.

He caught my glance with his eyes and held onto it with all of his might. His eyes bore into my soul, holding on to me, comforting me, refusing to let go.

He rubbed his thumb across the back of my hand in tiny circles.

“What happened to her?”

“Your father happened,” I blurted.

I broke my eyes away from his, taking a deep breath. I quickly recomposed myself.

“I'm sorry,” I told him. “I know it wasn't your fault. I see that now.”

“What did he do?” Gregory stared at me.

I bit my lip. I shouldn't have started this, I thought.

“Kat please,” he pressed his fingers in to my hand. “Tell me what my father did. Tell me.”

Once more I hesitated, but I was in too deep.

“He had her parents killed,” I confessed.

“Both of them?” He asked me, “why?”

His expression was one of genuine concern. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe magic had nothing to do with our magnetic connection after all.

“No one knew why, only that they were there one day and gone the next,” I explained. “Your father doesn't always explain his actions, now does he?”

“No, that he doesn't.”

He hung his head over his lap. He actually felt something in that moment, I could see it. He wasn't heartless at all. There was something there. “What happened to your friend?”

“She was sent to live with her uncle. He was her only living relative,” I told him, avoiding his gaze. “He had a bad reputation throughout our village. An alcoholic I believe. He was driven out of the village when he was caught stealing every loaf of bread from the local bakery and trying to resell them at a higher cost. To pay for his drinking habit. I can't imagine what she had to deal with.

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