The Prince has as a Secret Girlfriend (part 2)

There I was like a fool running so fast that I could hardly catch my breath. This is all because of that Henry, why does he tease me so much? Unknowingly, I ran towards the building where our ballet studio was, I guess it has now in a short while it has become a habit to come here that my subconsciousness took me here. Seems like no one is here yet. I better sit down for a minute and catch my breath. But as I was about to sit down I heard voices of two people arguing. I don't know why I hid myself when there was no reason to do so but I ended up hiding in an empty closet after all. I guess my adrenaline was still in high gear after that panic run because of Henry. I was about to come out and joke about it with them when the tone of their voices became so serious and what they were talking about seemed one that was only for lovers in a spat.

"Seriously Chase you're as thick headed as a bull sometimes. How many times do I have to tell you that we can't tell anyone about us." mademoiselle Amelia's voice was a little more stern and laced with concern than the usual sweet french accent of hers.

"I just don't understand why we have to keep our relationship a secret." Chase's usual friendly voice is now engulfed by a deeper more mature tone.

Chase and mademoiselle Amelia were in a relationship and their keeping it a secret as well. Oh my! The irony of things really is sometimes amazing indeed.

"Stop that Chase." Chase was holding Amelia tight and gesturing to kiss Amelia but Amelia is pushing Chase away. "Someone might see us."

"So what? Then let them see how much I love you Amelia."

"You really don't understand Chase. There are things better left unsaid than to hurt other people.

"Sometimes my love you speak in tongues." Chase retorted against mademoiselle Amelia.

I don't know how long I was in that closet but it was sure quite a long time, these two were bickering and then making out, bickering some more and then they are back to making out.

"Why do you make me suffer baby? I feel so much joy and happiness because of my love for you and yet you chain me and my emotions and dismiss me so openly when people are around us. Don't you know how that hurts me so? To never tell a soul that I love you, to always be contented to be a shadow, it's so lonesome being a shadow." Chase uttered each sentence with a sincere undertone.

"Pardonne moi mon amour (Forgive me my love) but you must wait until I settle things first with my family." mademoiselle Amelia apologetically replied to the sincerity of Chase's voice.

"Well then, it cannot be helped, I shall endure for you mon amour (my love)."

It felt so awkward to be inside that closet that I thought I would die of cringing inside but if I were to be truly honest to myself. Their situation kind of felt like what we were in, Henry and I. Although I don't throw myself at him like mademoiselle Amelia does to Chase, I wonder if Henry and I would come to this as well? Will Henry come to fell lonely or hate the arrangement we agreed upon? My heart was so moved by Chase's honesty that I really wonder about Henry. Well, I can only assure Henry that unlike them (Chase and mademoiselle Amelia) I am bound to my word as a royal but I don't know how things will turn out. Only time can tell.

After what felt like an eternity both of them went someplace else, I wait a few more minutes and opened the door and fell to the ground. I was a little breathless because that closet was a little to claustrophobic for me. I was down on the floor when people started coming in.

"Hey Christie are you alright?" A concerned friend form the <i>corp the ballet</i>.

"I'm fine. . . I was just a little bit dazed . I'll go and get changed." I immediately went to the changing room.

I was the first to come to the studio but apparently my accidental closet eves dropping on Chase and mademoiselle Amelia has now made me the last person to get changed again. It was quiet and still with no sound but my own heartbeat inside the changing room but I was unable to hear someone walk in when I was unsuspectingly undressing and left to only my undergarments when a hand slide around my waist and held me back unto a wall of somebody's torso. Then the culprit spoke into my left ear in such a seductive manner and I immediately know who it was, Chase.

"Hmmm. . . You smell like lavender babe, it's incredible." (Sniffs Christie's neck)

"C. . .Chase what are you doing?" I asked nervously.

"I just came to give you a little warning babe. . ." (His hand on Christie's waist tighten's a little bit and the hand that was free before is now cupping Christie's chin.)

"Warn me a. . .about what?" I stutter at the coldness of his hand against the warmth of my skin.

"I know you were inside the studio and you were hiding in the closet when Amelia and I were talking." Chase continued to whisper into Christie's ear as he feels Christie shiver. "Are you shivering because of my voice whispering into your ear? Are you turned on by this?" Then Chase was about to kiss Christie on the lips by turning her head towards him with the hand that was cupping her chin a while ago.

When I felt that Chase was about to kiss me on the lips, I immediately elbowed him in his stomach that made him flinch and let go of me all together. I stood in front of him as he was in so much pain, I know he isn't a bad guy, he's just in love with Amelia so much that he did this because he didn't want things to end when I talk. He probably thought that I was a talkative type. The sympathy I had for him moments ago was still there so I knelt down to his level and hugged him and assured him.

"I'm sorry if I hit you but you were out of line. You don't have to threaten me or anything, I understand the burden of a heart that has secrets to keep. I have no intention of eves dropping on you two but I was running and hiding from someone when you two came in and began talking that's why I instinctively hid in that closet. It was a bad idea but I cannot change what had already happened but you have my word. I will tell no soul. My heart goes out to you from having to keep your love secret."

I talked calmly just like how Nana soothes me and I gently pat his head to calm him down as well. He must've felt my sincerity because he sobbed like a child. He probably was keeping all this pain and loneliness inside him, his sobbing made me shed tears as well. He and I are the same, we both have a heart burdened by secrets and uncertainty. When he finished crying he cleansed his face with water from the faucet, sincerely apologized to me and then left. I waved him good bye and mouthed "okay" to him when he closed the door. I quickly changed into my leotards and shorts and proceeded to the ballet studio to continue the day with our routine practice.

In the ballet studio, I was the only one late to come but the other girls who saw me slumped down earlier before said that I might be feeling a bit dizzy that's why I was late. So I was spared the judging looks of the other members. Chase saw me coming in and he smiled sweetly at me, I think Amelia and Henry caught site of it as well but simply dismissed it as we were in practice. For several times, Chase and I would accidentally see eye to eye and we would both shyly smile at each other, Henry and Amelia would also catch us from time to time which would only mean that the two of them were keeping an eye on each of us. If they only knew why we were so shyly smiling at each other, well on my part it was mostly because Chase sobbed on my lap and was like a lost little child and it felt like for the first time I did something great in consoling him. Everyone would think that being a real royal princess though an ousted one and at hiding would be good at this stuff but not every princess is the same. Why I still remember when I was growing up Nana would always mention, "look at Princess Charlotte of England she is a fine example of grace and catching the attention of the public's eye and look at Princess Leonor of Asturias (Spain) , she embodies elegance and real character of the modern monarchs today unchained by the shackles of tyranny of the history of monarchs in the past." But the case is different for everyone, still it felt like I was becoming a monarch who her subjects could lean on. Although I would've chosen to be fully clothed and a different location to be a proper monarch than what I had earlier but what's done is done as they say. No sense in crying over spilt milk.