An Apology letter

From the author ~ Mira Allison

I am writing to sincerely apologise for my behaviour. I want to acknowledge that my actions were completely inappropriate and unprofessional.

I deeply regret my action of not updating regularly, disappearing for a few months and not wishing my readers a happy festive period. I take full responsibility for my actions and the disruption it caused.

You have not only shown your incredible love by picking this book out of millions of options from the webnovel library but you have also shown me support by reading it. So, to hurt you in this way was very bad and I hate myself for that. But just being sorry is not enough, you deserve better, so I am ready to take full responsibility now and also explain my reasons for disappearing for so long, and disappointing you guys.

I don't know how to start but I have been going through some mental breakdown for the past few months now. First from my friends, and then the final exams came, and reality took over.

I fought with four of my friends -we are a group of five. I don't know but they all turned their back on me at the same time, finding faults in everything I do, ignoring me, doing things without me. I felt broken, I gave up on almost everything, cause they motivated me, Kenny, especially, but even she seemed to turn her back on me. My elder sister didn't make things better, she criticised me a lot like almost every time. She'd say "Fool, if people could earn in dollar by writing on apps, don't you think half of Nigeria would have done that?" that word really got to me but Kenny was there to motivate me.

To cut the story short, my phone was damaged, took some time to get a new one one. The final exam (senior WAEC) was around the corner. I couldn't afford to fail my exams not to talk of reseating it next year, so I had to drop any distractions which include giving up my phone to my Mom, to keep my mind focused. During this period I didn't give a thought about updating, I had given up on that simply because I didn't see any results from it, no comments, no gift, not even a vote.

Few months later, the results came out and luckily I passed. I turned out to be the top ten the school ( I got third place). My mind started debating on what's next. I mean I can't wait on my My mom for everything, I wasn't even sure I can get to school the following year because she can't afford it. She was a single mom who took care of four kids all on her own. So I decided to learn a trade, fashion. I told her about this and she took me there, where I am learning fashion for the past five months now. I had dropped the taught of writing because it couldn't solve whatever bills that comes my way. I started to adopt my sister's words of waking up to reality and work, not to waste your time on things that didn't bring money or isn't having any result. I used my phone to watch tutorials concerning fashion. But deep within my heart, it still hurts that my God given talent was going to waste, worse I was destroying myself as an art student, disappointing thousand of readers. Overwhelmed by guilt, I found myself opening up to my co-worker at shop. She encouraged me to brush up that talent, she said had she been the one she wouldn't do that to herself, she said she was jealous because she doesn't have a talent. Her words really got to me, she was like Kenny reborn. She told me there was still time to make amends. "You can write after you get back from work" ( we usually close by 7 at night). I felt touched by her words. I remembered my friend's words Kenny when we fought she said "I was too proud of myself, and I brag a lot about things, things that you have not evenake a dime out of it". Her words coupled with my sister's words had broken me to the extent that I felt scared to write.

It even felt new to me, to write (I had forgotten how, now it takes me hours to write a chapter ). But the zeal in me won't. So I'm assuring you guys that I am committed to improving my behaviour and making amends. I can't expect your forgiveness, though I certainly hope for it. All I can say is I truly want things to be okay between us. Thank you for your understanding and patience.

Your lovely author,

Mira Allison.

" In this life, we are made to help others but if you can't help them, at least don't hurt them" ~ a quote

Setting her eyes on the huge dining room released a flood of memories in her head. Her feet wobbled with every step she takes, nostalgia drowning her poor soul. She was back to putting on her acts, cause she was literally acting like a royalty.Her footsteps poised and lights she approaches him -her true husband.

There he was, the pretty face she loved to see, but she knew, she knew he wasn't the one. He looked so much like him but his presence felt different from Zamiel's and his smile.....it was breathtaking as usual. She smiled back at him but it still doesn't feel right (she could not pretend and act as if he was the same person, that he was still her Zamiel). He approached her majesticaly, stretching forth his hand to receive her hand. She glanced at his huge palm in silence, a sense of grief washed over her as she stared at his outstretched hand. She switched her gaze away from his hand, to suck in his facial features - his smile didn't leave his pretty face, neither did he retract his outstretched hand. After almost five minute of staring and pondering in silence, putting his patience to the test, she finally placed her hands on his; accepting his kind offer. She watched him lean his head forward, placing his lips on her hand. Her eyes followed his every movement.

"Shall we?" She watched his pretty lips say, and his voice transported into her brain to snap her out of her daze.

"Hm" she mumbled silently, nodding her head in response like a lizard. He walked her to the huge dining table, helping with the chair before taking his seat at the other side of the table across her. Couple of maids walked in with different kinds of dishes. She watched in silence as the maids took their turns to serve the food on the table. She had to admit, she was impressed with their sense of professionalism. She glanced at the rows of maid, standing still in silence, lining up like warriors. Ramiel waved at them, signaling them to take their leave. Like a robot, they all bowed in unison before taking their leave. Mira watched as they exited the room before averting her gaze to the food they served. She was impressed, she expected such but not to this extent. Would they eat all of this food -it was to much for only the two of them to consume. The food was adequately balanced -contained the six classes of food and the through courses of meal. It was top notch

The food looked delicious and appetizing but her appetite had left her. After what happened last night, she lost her appetite completely. She felt like a tool that had only one purpose -to be used for other people's benefit. She trusts nobody except Zamiel and the person she trusted turns out to be a backstabbing fraud. Now she was stuck with this stranger, she had nowhere to go. The thought of escaping came to her but quickly left in an instant. If she escaped this palace which was impossible where would she go? Running helter skelter in a place she doesn't know. She'd be lost that's for sure and the supernatural creatures here would feed on her. She quickly shook her head at the thought of her looking dirty and helpless with a couple of supernatural beings closing in on her.

She stabbed the sliced strawberry with her fork, munching on it slowly. Then how was she suppose to get home. There was no reason to stay here any longer. She took things slowly because she thought she had Zamiel, her plans was to get Zamiel help her after that journey but turns out the mountain she was climbing was nothing but sand. She was a hundred and one percent sure that Ramiel wouldn't let her go, because she was his wife. He even came all the way to that woods to get her by himself, what sort of King does that?. Most king she read about are usually committed to their subject than to their family and they haven't built any relationship not to talk of family.