Chapter 83: Chapter XXXVIII The Crown-3

We had a banquet, the same size of my birthday's if not bigger. When I turned on the television I saw incredible things and how the Kingdom celebrated. There was a parade in my honour and countless shows were tuned in to talk about the coronation. It truly was a momentous occasion. There was a school that planted trees for me, and many more things that warmed my heart. I had truly expect the Kingdom to dislike me after I punched Caleb, but that was not the case. They were giving me a chance and I wouldn't give it up. "Your speech was... moving," I was surprised when Lewis confronted me at the banquet, having branched off from his family. "Princess Melanie," that topped the cake. Never before had Lewis addressed me by my title. "Thank you, Earl Lewis," I decided to use his own title. He bowed his head before heading off, leaving me stunned. Many of my family members had beautiful things to say, with the exception of Matilda who was ordered by her mother to stay silent. Luckily, she complied. "You have expectations now," I felt intimidated. This was one of my cousins I rarely spoke to, as I rarely had anything to say to that side of the family. I feared them. He was a part of Duchess Hannah's, the sister of my father, household. This was her son, Count Palatine Victor. He was tall, not close to the towering two metre Lewis, but he was tall and broad and scary. They were a bit aggressive. After all, Duchess Hannah had punched my father through the jaw. "And I will try my hardest to live up to them," his eyes stared coldly into mine, but I could tell he wasn't hostile. He was trying to be friendly. "I look forward to your work," he kneeled before me, taking my hand to place a feather kiss on top of it. "Princess Melanie," I had never been addressed by my title so often before. The party moved towards to the ballroom where I was expected to deliver the first dance. This was going to be the first time in history that a royal first dance be initiated by two females. We headed to the middle of the dance room, Sarina's hand on top of mine as I lifted our hands eye-height. She was nervous, admitting to me that she wished she didn't stay angry so that she could have practiced for this. I had laughed it off, and reminded her of when we danced under the moonlight. We curtsied to one another before we began, my form leading the waltz and Sarina quickly getting the hang of it. She followed my moved, dancing with my in the circle made for us. The surrounding people gave us gentle claps at the end before grabbing their own dance partners. Everyone danced elegantly, just like a true ball. This was just like the Spaniard ball, but so much better because I had Sarina with me. I spotted Alejandro as we moved across the ballroom. He had the unfortunate hand given to him, having ended up dancing with The Honourable Lady Matilda. It certainty is not an honour to dance with her. His expression reminded me of Toro's when I refused to give him an extra serving of food. Complete desperation. The night slowly ended, many people tapping me on the shoulder to bid farewell. Eventually it was just the family left, and of course, Sarina in my arms. We were still in the middle of the ballroom, just swaying gently as we enjoyed each other's presence. Alejandro had retired for the night, as did the twins. The King and Queen were also still dancing, whispering conversations between each other as apologies came from both. So much has happened with their children that they had not yet have time to revaluate their standings as parents, and chose to do that now. The Duchess Hannah had threated my father not long ago before leaving with her household, smugly as if they were mafia bosses rivalling each other. Lewis and his father had slipped out secretively, but I hadn't the faintest idea of what they could have gone to do. My guess was to go search for the missing middle sibling. Princess Alice, Matilda and the Mother Queen were all in an intense conversation, but I had no interest in what. I was only focused on my girlfriend in my arms. "You really look beautiful," I commented, softly for only her to hear. "It's your mother's dress," "And she doesn't look half as good in it as you," Sarina blushed at my words before lowering her head to give me a kiss. My heels were higher than hers, so I didn't have to reach up to her face. I had never felt anything more spectacular than Sarina's kisses, Caleb's nowhere near in comparison. It made me wonder how much experience she had, leaving me out of breath from just slow and tender movements. It was magnificent, and I doubted that anything could ruin. But this was the palace, and I was the Crowned Princess. Nothing ever goes my way. The doors to the ballroom were thrown open in such harsh severity that everyone jumped from what they were doing and looked towards the doors, completely bewildered. Lewis came bawling inside, almost tripping over his feet as he was hasty. His breaths came out in short pants, his face resembling someone who had seen a ghost. Maybe even something even more horrifying. "Lewis dearie? What is the matter?" Princess Alice was immediately concerned, her eyes full of worry. Lewis shook his head, as if in disbelief. Everyone stared at him, patiently awaiting the news he came rushing in to deliver. Where was the Duke Piers? Was he not with Lewis? When Lewis finally spoke, it was as if time slowed. My heartbeat began to sound loudly in my ears, louder than I have ever heard it pound. Disbelief and thoughts of falsehood began to cloud me and I felt as if I would fall unconscious. My face turned pale, just as everyone in room. A girly squeal erupted from Matilda, but no one blamed her after the words Lewis spoke. "Jasper tried to commit suicide!"