Remember who I am

Her POV

We've started filming the minute our food arrived, but not before putting our masks on, of course. The mask covers the upper part of our faces, the type of mask that you'd wear when you attend masquerade balls. These are also the masks that we designed on my last video. With 1.34 million subscribers, I'd say that I'm actually quite famous.

No one knows who I really am behind the masks. I never film a video without one, it's either I'm wearing masks or big sunglasses that are enough to cover half of my face.

I posted on my channel last night, telling my subscribers to ask whatever they want to ask regarding my last video with Ysabell, and also a bit about our personal lives so that we could answer it in our next video.

Liliane, one of my trusty servants which I also consider as my friend is the one in charge on picking the questions that will be answered in our video. I told her to pick twenty-five questions, and now we are down to the five last questions.

"During your last video, I noticed that your white crayon is the smallest one. Where do you use it? I barely even use mine." Liliane asked while laughing.

I giggled at the question.

"I use it for blending colors, fixing some small errors, and also to lighten colors that are too dark for me, which explains the size. " I smiled and continued eating. You would think that having a white crayon is useless, but to me it's not. You could actually do a lot of things with it, you just have to utilize your imaginations.

"I didn't know you can blend colors using a white crayon?" Ysabell asked curiously.

I want to laugh at her appearance but decided otherwise. Her left hand is holding a crab while the other is holding a lobster's leg, deshelled prawn, and scallops. Her hair is also starting to spread in her face, so I reached out to grab her hair and tie it in a ponytail. "Yes you can, but I'm not sure if you can do it with all types of crayons, and I think it also depends on the brand." I answered gently as I made sure that her hair is safely tied behind her back.

"Here's another one. 'Good morning! Good noon! Or good evening! First, I just want to say that I love you both so much and I hope you'll continue making inspiring videos for us. So here's the question. When did you learn or started creating breathtakingly beautiful arts?' " I can see that Liliane is also curious. Must be the reason why she chose the question.

I paused the slightest bit.

Some of the memory from my childhood is a blur for me. There are parts of my childhood that are missing. I don't remember certain events from the past, and even the people I knew back then. I often dream about a little boy scolding a little girl for something, I always dream about them, a lot of scenarios playing. Sometimes, about my parents, our house, and the places we frequently visits.

Parts of my past are missing, but everytime I try to remember them, the more they disappear.

Noticing that I've spaced out, Ysa answered first. "My family is fond of drawing, coloring, painting, and building stuffs, some of my aunts are even artists and fashion designers so as a child, I actually have a lot of mentor. I can probably even say that it runs in the blood." Her last statement bringing me back from my little day dream.

"I was taught by someone when I was a kid. I'm a fast learner, and soon discovered a lot of things by myself." I answered a bit distracted. I'm sure someone taught me, and it's not someone that I still know today. Who are you?

"Next question, 'Hello. Are both of you single? Are you guys free? Can I ask you out? This is a sincere question.' ohhhhh." I saw the disappointment in Liliane's eyes. I'm a bit annoyed by the question too, because if you really are sincere, you will make efforts to really ask me or Ysa out. Though I appreciate his bravery in asking, he should've asked personally.

As much as I hate to admit, I'm an old fashioned girl when it comes to serenading. I was raised by my very experienced Mom who taught me everything I know about love and my Filipina nanny who wouldn't stop nagging me to have a partner already, until now. They told me stories on how my dad and nanny's husband pursued them back in the days. How the men asked them out. The way their husbands looked at them, the way they hold and hug them, so gentle and calming you want to stay there forever. I badly want to experience that too!

I'm not gonna repeat the same mistake again.

"Sorry mister but we are not 'free'. We're priceless!" Ysa blurted out. Obviously insulted by the question. Oblivious to the fact that she may have haters soon. Not that we care.

I breathed in slowly and counted to five before breathing out and answered. "We are indeed single, but you can't possibly ask us out with a comment. You can at least come to our house and ask us personally, can't you?"

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We then continued eating and answering questions. Time quickly passed by and we are done. We bid them goodbye and finished our meals. We took photos with and without the masks in the garden with the beautiful butterflies posing with us before we went back to the mansion.

A maid quickly rushed towards our direction, bowing her head before she spoke. "My Lady, sorry to interrupt, but your father is looking for you. He's in his study." I smiled and nodded my head. "I'll go there now. Thank you." She was quite shocked but was quick to come back to her senses. She curtsey and left.

"I have some important things to discuss with my father, are you sure your ride home will be here soon? Can you wait for it alone?" I worriedly asked Ysa. "Yes, my brother is on his way. Go ahead and meet your Dad. I'll be fine here godmother." she smiled sweetly, waving her cute little hands on me. She talked like a grown woman but acts like a child. How cute!

"I didn't know you had a brother. I have been waiting for the right man to come and yet you haven't mentioned that you have a brother. What if he was actually my man, the man that I was waiting for? You have to introduce him to me next time." I shamelessly teased her before I left.

Dang! How come I didn't know she has a brother? I visited her at their house before but I didn't see her 'brother'. Whatever, I'm pretty sure he's handsome.

But seriously, that was a bit embarrassing. What have I done? 'Deanna you fool!'

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I knocked twice before opening the door.

"Can't you wait until I say 'Come in'?" my father asked. He sounded annoyed but his face says otherwise, he's amused. I'm proud to be the only one that had the guts to do that to him. Not that I disrespect him, but I have been by his side learning things from him and unexpectedly mirrored some of his traits. funny.

"Why waste a second waiting for your reply when I already know you're gonna let me in?" I teased. My confidence is quite high today. hmm. I sat in front of him.

He turned serious all of a sudden, the air turning cold. "You didn't visit the research lab, did you?" Shoot! I knew I forgot something on my way here. "I forgot. I was too caught up with the thought of Ysabell coming that I didn't remember. Sorry Dad." I answered truthfully.

"Some of the researchers working on the lab secretly made a vaccine. It is said that the vaccine is made to 'help' or 'cure' us werewolves, however, it hasn't been tested yet, and the news somehow leaked. Right now, werewolves want to have their hands on it, believing that taking away their ability will free them."

A vaccine? A cure? How come I didn't know about this? I frequently visits the lab to monitor the things that they have been working on. The old ones, ongoing ones, and the things they've discovered recently and working on, but no one reported that someone had been making a treatment for werewolves. And to think that they had the ability to hide it meant that someone of higher position is supporting them.

"I'll look into this matter Dad. They actually had some guts to hide this." I won't be this mad if only they told us sooner, or at least asked permission for it. I'm a talkative girl, but only when I needed to be. But in serious matters like this, I'm a woman of few words.

To think that they have gotten this far without thinking about the consequences. I suddenly want to work. Maybe they really did think that just because I am young, I am inexperienced, naive, and stupid enough to let this pass. I have truly rested long enough. I kindly let them do whatever they want as long as they don't violate anything or anyone and report every single thing that's happening but they decided to repay my kindness like this. I had enough of this foolish games. Perhaps they've forgotten who the leader was.

Perhaps they've forgotten who I am.

Nothing to worry about my dear, I'll let you remember who I am. And this time, don't be stupid enough to forget about it.

I am Thea Deanna Qin-Lancaster. The only child of Emperor Dominic Val Lancaster and Queen Diana Gaea Qin. The Werewolves' alpha, and the heir to the throne of the Dinas empire.