A Kingdom for A Prince (Part 9)

I woke up, gasping for air. It was all a dream, it had to be! My eyes slowly fluttered open to find myself in a room, that did not belong to me. I cursed, angrily, Claire had lied and who knows what she had done to Chad!! I looked up as the door slid open and the air stewardess came in, an innocent smile spread on her face. I wanted to get up and wipe that smile off her face, but I soon felt my hands have been tied together.

"Ooh, looks like someone's awake," the so-called air stewardess said with a cheerful tone. "Welcome to Northern Ireland, or should I say, the Drake Manor!"

"You! You work for the Drake family?! I should've known!" I shouted, struggling against my binds. "Lemme outta here, you bitch, or I swear to God..."

SMACK!!

I was suddenly taken by surprise as a sharp pain hit across my cheek. Throbbing in pain, blood slowly ran down my cheek and down my neck onto my shirt. All the while, the air stewardess's smile was still plastered on her face.

"Such manners. I guess living the life of a commoner seemed to have made you pretty uncouth. That throne is as good as ours."

"Ours...?" I managed to breathed out the word from my shock.

"Oh, you don't recognize me? I don't blame you, really. We've only met once or twice when you were barely 3. It's me, Shawna, your cousin and rightful heir to the crown."

I gave a small laugh. "My father is still King, he would never give you the throne. Additionally, rumor has it, I might have a baby sister, it's not confirmed, but hey, always wanted a little sister."

"Oh, it's not a rumour. Your mother gave birth to a princess 10 years after you left. But we've remedied that. We have both you and your sister hostage, and if he doesn't abdicate and give us the throne, we are going to execute you two by sunrise the day after tomorrow, and that's us being generous."

"He would never give in to your demands!" I growled. "He will keep the throne at all costs! He will choose his duty over his family! That's the way of the Benedict family!"

"Then he will be a fool, because we will do the execution publicly for all to see, and his people will hate him for sacrificing his own family for the sake of the crown. By then, he will be begging us to take the crown from him. Either way, win-win. But I put my money on him meeting our demands. After all, he went through all that trouble hiding you. He'll do anything to keep his precious children alive. You hang tight now."

She gave me a cheeky wink before she left the room that I'm held captive in, locking the door behind her.

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