The Crown Prince's Love

I lowered my head, aware that I had let my emotions show. I walked towards them to shield my face and hide my reasons.

"Desmond," I gently called his name, swallowing the heavy, invisible lump in my throat.

"Your Highness..." He quickly stood up, lowering his head.

"..." He paused when our eyes met.

"What kind of guard are you!" I shouted at him. "I have been waiting for you here to..." I heaved a deep sigh, clenching my fists. By now, I could feel the liquid trailing down my hand and knew I was bleeding. Was this what it meant to be possessive?

Acting like an obsessed demon unable to cope with seeing the one person I want with another person, especially an ex who stared at him with all the love in the world. If that was an obsession, it genuinely messed with my head, and I hated it. "Your Highness," Ana spoke up, bowing her head. "I apologize on his behalf."

I wanted to laugh at that statement. She was even apologizing on his behalf, which only fueled my anger. I was on the verge of bursting into flames as I could feel my entire body turning red. I had to close my eyes and started chanting Desmond's name in my head to conceal the anger I was exploding.

"I apologize too, Your Highness," Desmond's voice sounded, and I felt his hand on my shoulder.

My eyes fluttered open, and a soothing feeling replaced the heat in my stomach with a cool sensation.

Was this the power of wanting him?

He could make me feel things and change my mind about certain things. Desmond could stop me from exploding with anger with just a simple touch. Ironic.

"Why is the crown prince so mad at his guard?"

"I thought they said the crown prince is brilliant, so why is he acting like a jealous lover now?"

"Maybe this is his real face, and that is how he usually is."

Their voices echoed in the cafeteria, and they all had something to say about me.

It was unpleasant to hear, and I wouldn't say I liked that they perceived me this way because I couldn't control my emotions and the bond.

"Don't ever touch me like that again." I warned Desmond, slapping his hand away, then walked back to the table and sat down.

"Are you alright?" Sonnia asked, but I ignored her, staring blankly at nothing.

Desmond came to stand beside me, but I pointed to the chair before me. "Have a seat," I told him.

"I've already heard enough tonight. I don't want to hear bad news about the royal family again because of you." I spat angrily.

"I apologize, Your Highness," He said, bowing his head before sitting opposite me.

He made no move to do anything and kept his head lowered.

"Well, aren't you going to eat lunch? I ordered the spaghetti..." I stopped talking when I realized I was starting to sound weird. "Just eat so you will have the strength to protect me." I told him. "Yes, Your Highness."

I had intended for us to have something else.

The atmosphere between us could have been more relaxed. I was acting like an obsessed, jealous lover, and Desmond was not being his usual self. Maybe coming back was a bad idea for me. "Mind if I sit here, Your Highness?" Ana asked.

I looked up to face her, studying her for a few seconds, wondering why she seemed everywhere. It felt like Desmond and I had drifted apart because of her, and her presence suggested the possibility of us becoming more than just friends. "I don't mind." I told her, although I had wanted to ask her to go to hell.

"Do have a seat." I smiled while saying this.

"Thank you, Your Highness," She said, sitting beside Desmond.

"Once again, I apologize for what happened earlier. I never intended that..."

I chuckled. "It is nothing, Ana. I expected him to arrive earlier since I instructed him."

Ana laughed. "Thank you, your highness. You both are such great friends that I would hate to see you always against each other." She laughed again, placing her hand on Desmond's shoulder while looking into my eyes.

I removed my hand from the table, placed it under it, and clenched my fists again.

What is her motive this time? I questioned myself as I looked from her to Desmond.

Desmond shifted in his seat as if he wanted to escape her, but he remained there.

"Your Highness, if it's not too much, I would love to invite Desmond to my birthday party this weekend, and you too," She said, smiling.

"Yes, you both can come." Sonnia joined the conversation, dragging her chair towards mine. "It is going to be the first party I will be attending this semester," She sighed, placing her hand around my arms. "It would be the best party ever!" She squealed, attracting the attention of everyone in the cafeteria again.

I frowned and rolled my eyes at her. "Stop screaming, dear sister,"

Noah joined in the conversation and sighed. "It will be an amazing party with lots of pretty girls that I am looking forward to seeing." He chuckled.

Sonnia scoffed. "That is why they are all breaking up with your ass."

"At least I have the girls around and don't care about dating. What about you and Randy, who haven't found their choice of partner after two years?"

"Shut up, Noah!" I shouted at him. "We are just not in a rush, and I am sure we will appear with them soon. At least we are better than you, who is sleeping around instead of staying faithful to just one partner!"

Noah laughed and shrugged his shoulders. "What's the fun in that?" He scoffed.

I remained silent, staring at Ana's hand on Desmond's shoulder. On the other hand, Desmond looked as if he was enjoying having her hand on his shoulder.

"Your Highness," Ana drew my attention towards her and finally removed her hand from Desmond's shoulder. "Since you haven't found your partner, I can set you up with one of my friends, right?"

Immediately she said that I raised my head to look at Desmond, but he was not looking at me. Instead, he was staring at the ground.

"Randy," Sonnia nudged me on the shoulder, and I faced her. "She is talking to you, so say something."