Zara
She hesitated, and I could feel the gears turning in her head, trying to decide whether to trust me or not, and finally she blurted out: "No!" Putting her phone away, she crawled under the blanket, even covering her face so I wouldn't see her.
A faint smile appeared on my lips at her petty act, but I didn't question her further. Today, she looked like the queen of this villa in the elegant dress her dad had chosen for her. I dimmed the lights and raised the panels, revealing the ceiling and skylight.
Crawling under the covers, I placed my hands behind my head and watched the delicate snowflakes fall on the glass; it was still snowing outside.
Many thoughts raced through my head, but the most disturbing was the thought of what I should do to this girl sleeping in my bed. How can she manage her status as Queen? What about her half-sister?
