Chapter 8 The Sorrowful Tears

• Ariana's POV
• I couldn't believe to fathom what was becoming of my life. It appeared to be that I wasn't in change of my own decisions or make the choices on the way I wanted to live it because the people around me thought they knew better and best than I ever did. My father! My father was the biggest thorn in my side and I was at my wits end with him and this whole wedding arrangement.
• I stormed out of my room right after Prince Preston made his exit, and I was my raging way to find my father. It was no surprise when I found him in his study with Sir Victor at his side. The two were looking at a map and speaking in hush tones.
• "Father! I have to talk to you," I interrupted.
• "Ariana. Have you no sight? I'm in the middle of something," he responded and turned his attention back to the map until my anger got the better of me and I snatched the map out of his hold.
• "Have you lost your senses, how dare you!?" he yelled at me
• "No! How dare you arrange a wedding I am not interested in attending without my knowledge?" I questioned sharply.
• "You will be attending and you are going to marry Prince Preston. Our island needs this union to happen."
• "Oh, so this is for unity although it's against my very wishes?"
• "Would you quit your awful whining and being so difficult! When are you going to realise that you have a duty and your duty is whatever I say it is!"
• "This is my life! Not yours! Mine! I don't care how long you've been a king or how mighty is your reign, nor do I care about the fact that you're my father. I'm not going through with this wedding and there's nothing you can do to make me marry Prince Preston!"
• "Are you sure about that because I can think of a thousand ways to make you. You're a soft, weak, fragile and pathetic little woman. A sorry excuse of a daughter! You really think you can storm into my study and tell me what you're not going to do and I'll accept this as if the thorn has already been handed to you. I AM THE KING! YOU WOULD LISTEN TO ME!" my father's voice blasted out at me and my worn to a frazzle brain went blank and I became speechless with defeat.
• I went back to my bedroom under tears. I was going through several emtions. To my surprise, Sue-Allen was still in my bedroom awaiting my return. Her face fell when she saw mine.
• "Oh Princess Ariana, are you all right?" she asked.
• I shook my head 'no' and she came and wrapped me into a warm hug. "Do you want to talk about it?" she asked again.
• "I do. I really need a friend right now," I replied.
• We sat together at the foot of my bed.
• "He wouldn't listen. My father wouldn't listen to me and I feel like I have no choice, that I'm not in control of my own life and that he would always be making the decisions whether I'm queen or not," I began.
• "I don't believe that. He would most definitely want to see his daughter take her reign," Sue-Allen said and sounded like she was trying to convince herself in the process.
• "He doesn't. He hates me."
• "You're his daughter. He doesn't hate you. He just has a horrendous way of showing his love for you. He wants you to be too much like him and each time he sees that you aren't, that makes him upset. You're not to be blamed though. This isn't your fault, Ariana, and for what it's worth, you'll be an amazing queen," Sue-Allen said. Her kind words comforted me like a blanket and I smiled at her.
• "Thank you. I needed to hear those words." I spoke.
• And then it happened again. The warm silence and that feeling like time has stopped. We looked in each other's direction. She appeared to have felt it too. It felt like an incredible force was slowly pushing us towards the other and with every second counted, my heart picked up speed. Her sweet and soft lips met mine and I cupped her face in the palm of my hands as the kiss deepened and became sensual. Sue-Allen moaned softly and butterflies stirred up in the pit of my stomach, daring to let wild but I was trying to control and contain myself. I wanted more of her. I wanted this exact moment to last a lifetime because it felt precise.
• By the time we ended our second kiss, we were panting.
• "Oh no. I cannot believe it happened again," Sue-Allen said. She stood up from the bed and became pacing with a worried-some expression.
• "Hey, please relax. It's fine."
• "You keep saying that but it's not. This isn't fine. This is wrong and we both know that. This, whatever this is that is happening between us shouldn't be happening between us," she voiced.
• "Sue-Allen.."
• "No, Ariana"
• "We both know what is happening and you're scared. I can understand that but I don't want you to be in a fright about this. Everything is going to be okay."
• "How do you know that? You're a woman. I'm a woman. We've been taught that this is wrong and that it is an abomination. We can't possibly be comfortable with what is happening."
• She was right.
• "You're right," I spoke my mind,"And I should just go ahead and marry Prince Preston so this encounter wouldn't repeat itself."
• "What about Joshua?" shenasked.
• "I'll admit that I hold feelings for my Joshua. I like him."
• "Then what is happening between you and I?"
• "An attraction and although it should stop, I don't know how to. I've never felt this way before and certainly not for another woman."
• "If anyone finds out what we did..."
• "I know. I'm very well aware and I have no intention of putting you at risk and to bring harm to you. I wouldn't be able to look at myself in the mirror if anything happens to you because of me so I'm going to make a decision."
• "Ariana, you don't have to marry Prince Preston to revent this. You shouldn't have to. I wouldn't be able to look at you if you do that because of me."
• "Then are we to do?"
• "We're going to be friends. Best of friends," she answered with a warm smile.
• I smiled widely back at her and held her hands as the butterflies calm down. There wasn't a need to rush into ours feelings and to have it all figured it before we knew what was really happening. It was an attraction to hold each other in our arms and to kiss but it was going to be much much more than that as the time would go by.