158 A Princess Without A Kingdom
For some reason, Clara didnât pick Lutherâs calls today. She has not been herself ever since that visit with Marcel â and of course the resentment was still there. Marcel humiliated and left her behind, she should have done something.
Something like what? Report him to his father?
Clara sighed, she canât keep giving Daniel the impression that their relationship was failing. This was an agreement between their both families and the blame for failure of their relationship would be distributed between she and Marcel equitably.
Moreover, it was quite childish reporting every single maltreatment Marcel gave to her instead of settling it out with him. Sooner or later, Daniel would eventually get tired of her complaints.
The thoughts were still running through her head when a knock came on her door.
âCome in,â Clara said, her hand on her waist while she tossed the phone she had switched off on her bed with annoyance. Luther had bad timing.
âYoung miss,â
âWhat is it?â Clara didnât bother to hide the annoyance in her tone and the staff knew well to avoid her when she was in a bad mood.
âYour mother is back,â
.....
Finally, some good news.
Clara didnât even wait for the rest of the news and rushed downstairs to welcome her mother that hasnât been home for a while now. This woman ought to end this philanthropist work and spend more time with her! Not that she would listen to her anyway.
Nonetheless, she still welcomed the woman with wide arms, hugging her so tight she almost siphoned all of the oxygen in her lungs. Yet Diana didnât mind, hugging her precious daughter back lovingly.
With her chin pressed on her motherâs shoulder, Clara was able to see the retreating guards. They were all Marcelâs men and professionally trained to keep her mother safe. Not that they didnât have their own security details, but Marcelâs unorthodox ways of keeping them safer was better.
Even in the upper-class society, as pristine as they claimed to be, some still have dealings with the underworld in exchange for protection. The law was weak and never to be trusted. Officers of the law were too big headed because of their uniform and fail to notice their shortcomings until itâs too late unlike the lawbreakers who are much alert and always look over their shoulder. So yeah, the latter was better.
âIâm so glad to be home,â Diana took her daughterâs face in her hand and admired her features.
âMe too,â Clara affirmed, letting her mother feel her face.
If it wasnât the fact that Diana was obviously older, one would have thought Diana and Clara were sisters if they stepped out on the streets; Clara was a split image of her mother.
Even at that, Diana wasnât that older since she had married at the age of twenty and gave birth to her daughter not long after. There were few visible wrinkles on her face thanks to the intense care and attention she gives to skin and her general in body.
The woman took a good look at her daughter who would have become the ruling princess if the monarchy system hadnât been long abolished. Now, she was just a princess without a kingdom.
But that didnât matter, they would still keep up with their practices and live the part. Preserve their legacy and keep the royal bloodline going.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Clara was more than happy to help her mother settle down and not long after, the both of them were catching up on the time lost between them when the question came up.
âHowâs your relationship with Marcel going?â
Clara froze; she stood still like a frozen ocean.
Although Clara had anticipated that question, after all, their parents were the one that decided on the engagement, she still wasnât prepared to face it.
âJust....â She pulsed, âso-so?â she shrugged.
âWhy do I feel like I should be concerned about that?â Diana said, sitting up from the bed where she and her daughter laid facing each other to process the situation.
âThereâs nothing to be concerned about?â Clara dismissed her concerns, propping up on her arm.
âClara?â Her motherâs lips were set in a thin line with that stern look and she knew she couldnât get out of this one.
Clara sat up at once.
âFine,â She threw her hands up, âI hate Marcel ! I canât stand the sight of him! Heâs everything I hate! Heâs ungracious! Arrogant! Vulgar! For Godâs sake, heâs a criminal mother....!â She scooted closer to her mother trying to make her point.
âSometimes when he looks at me with this dead, emotionless set of eyes, I feel my heart jump into my throat. Iâm frightened, mother. I canât help but think heâs a monster and like a sheep to the slaughter, youâre sending me to my death!â Clara finally said her mind, letting out the words and concerns she held back over the months since their engagement was settled. She felt better after saying those.
Her mother didnât speak after that, seemingly pondering over her words and Clara was grateful that she was finally seeing in her perspective. Yes, they needed Luciano familyâs protection but Clara believed her mother treasured her more than anything else; She was her only child. In one word, this arranged marriage was not going to work.
âNow, I see where the problem is...â Diana finally spoke up, nodding her head.
âW-what? What is it?â Clara was suddenly not liking where this was going. She just needed her mother to give the order and the engagement ends. Luther can protect her well enough.
âYou have a glorified image of a prefect partner and Marcel doesnât fit in that criteria,â Diana said, holding her daughterâs gaze.
âNo, thatâs not it,â Clara argued, âI just donât love him,â
âYour father and I never loved each other as well,â Diana suddenly confessed and Clara was struck dumb.
âNo.... no way,â She didnât want to believe it because her parents had lived so beautifully well their love was obvious.
Clara ran her hand through her hair and licked her lower tongue, âDonât tell me -â
âIt was an arranged marriage as well,â