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I NEED ANOTHER UPDATE.

I NEED TO KNOW THE TOUR.

I NEED TO KNOW HOW ELLALI AN ROSASTAR CATCH UP.

PLEASE. IM BEGGING. I WILL DO ANYTHING FOR THIS.

I WILL EVEN ADMIT MY TRAUMA IF YOUD JUST UPDATE. GIVE ME MORE.

DONT LOSE UR HEAD!!!!

The tour went on in silence. Hope walked frantically, checking every hallway as it'd been her first time in someone else's castle. Ever since some countries has heard of the war they all had to cut off all contacts and buisnesses of some sort with Calvania, and Morellia had been thriving ever since despite having two queens with more money than they could spend in a lifetime and not a single man around to tell them what to do with it.

Isaac had never bothered to say a word to her nor offer his arm to her like he did a while back. It could've been a blessing in disguise, but Hope was feeling a bit more, leaning away to the idea of being happy.

This confused the young princess. She was supposed to hate the enemy, not feel this sinking feeling when they're upset and moreover, she made them upset. She never understood why in a blink of an eye, if she had a choice, she'd take back what she said.

Then.. she stopped.

A portrait of a woman. A beautiful one, with brown hair and eyes deep blue as the ocean she'd sail. She studied her for a moment, her eyes trailing from the freckles that dappled her face, to the sword she wielded in her hand.

She was extremely beautiful.

"That's my grandmother. Clarissa Gale." Isaac then spoke. "She died when princess Mia was born."

A faint memory flashed through Hope's head. She saw quite the same picture back in the castle, when the maids were cleaning up after her.

"She's a swordswoman?" Hope asked in genuine curiosity.

"A pirate queen. She met my grandfather at the docks." Isaac responded, sternly.

Hope's focus was still on the woman in front of her. A part of her wanted to ask more questions, while a part of her knew Isaac wouldn't like to entertain him unless he was extremely bored, which as of the moment he isn't.

He hated her, ofcourse.

But despite his hatred he'd managed to laugh and flash her a smile, though in a cocky manner. She should've been enjoying his misery, but she grew too fond of the other side that wasn't bothered by people who never cared. He was free-spirited and happy, he was lucky he'd gotten the freedom she desperately wanted to get herself.

Hope loved her father, more than anything except Asher and Rosalyn. All she ever wanted was for him to be proud of her, and so that's why she wanted to take Isaac down. She was being driven by the pressure she put on herself. As heir to the throne she wanted her father to be happy, taking care of the things out of her responsibility.

And so when she meddled with Isaac's life, she never told him. She wanted so desperately to have him look at her with such pride that she was willing to creep up to the enemy's lair. Alistar would rather lay down on a bed of nails than to ever put the pressure on Hope, but she wanted him to know that his little rose's thorns could prick the dove's eye.

She never talked to him much, but she knew how much he hated Ella for replacing him with a blacksmith with little to no knowledge about monarchy. Queen Ella was a traitor, and that was the hill she's prepared to die on.

But the look on Isaac's face.. right then and there.

It told her something different.

There was a traitor, but never a choice to become one.

Maybe it was Isaac, maybe it was the genuine face of the pirate woman, or the peer pressure she trapped herself into that brought her to the thought that there was more than a savy educated young princess and her downgraded replacement.

If she looked into things a little further on this tour, she may have the answers to what she's speculating.

"Isaac."

That was the first time she said his name without a trace of mockery.

His monotone eyes looked at her, curious as to why she'd called his name in a way he's never heard before.

"Did your father make that belt?" Hope asks.

Isaac was baffled and stunned by the question. He never knew why out of all things, his belt came to her curiosity.

And moreover, his father.

"Yes." Isaac replied, a hint of confusion in his tone.

Hope studied his belt, neatly and carefully crafted from the golden colored (or just gold in general) buckle to the end tip, the strap wrapped tightly around up his pants.

Gazing at his eyes that shone silver, once fired anger and now showed confusion, she swallowed.

For the first time in her life, looking at Isaac made her tense.

"He did quite well." She stated, cryptic. "In his craftmanship, ofcourse."

Isaac tilted his head. He was thinking that she meant his father did quite well on the belt, but after she had something else to say, an idea occured to him that she thought he may have been thinking of something else his father did quite well.

Hope turned her back on him as she kept walking along.

~~~~

Sounds of wine glasses clattering filled the whole castle in worry for the king and queen. At this point his constant tempers have been getting a lot worse, considering that everywhere Alistar went to, everything reminded him of how pathetic he was losing to a kingdom ran by two women.

He'll never be a man. If he was, he would've asserted dominance and power over them.

He was a disappointment. He couldn't fathom the look on his father's face if he ever knew that his one and only son had disappointed him, destroyed his family line's legacy and the brennan name overall.

"Alistar!" Rosalyn shouted. "You're going to break everything!"

"So what if I break everything?! Everything.. everything my father's worked hard for... down the fucking drain all because of that traitor! I was supposed to have power.. I was supposed to be king!" Alistar yelled at his wife from across the room.

"You ARE king!" Rosalyn reasoned. "Don't let yourself turn into a power-hungry bastard! Don't be your father. Please, mi vida.."

Despite knowing that her husband could throw a glass at her for being 'invasive' of his personal space, she wrapped her arms around him, resting her cheek on his back.

Alistar shook his head in disappointment of himself.

From somewhere not so far away from them, two children were playing inside of their shared room.

Another clattering of a glass. The princess' frantic worrying hid behind the facade of an entertainer, for an important reason.

Princess Hope wasn't made of glass that he could shatter if he wanted to, she was made of stone. She knows when she has to be strong for both her and Asher's sake.

She swallowed, paying attention to she and Asher's little game rather than listening to the sounds from downstairs.

He was important to her. More than anything.

"The lost fairies cry out!" Hope shouted. "Brrrr!!" She imitated the sound of an elephant. She held the small giraffe toy figure from the side and was about to imitate its sound.. when she had no idea what sound it made. "What sound does the giraffe make?"

Asher shrugged.

"Nevermind." Hope shook her head.

"They wake the fairy queen who breaks the spell and saves everyone!" Hope cheered in triumph, throwing the small 'goblin' figure onto the floor to declare that it had 'died'.

Asher laughed. "You're always loud when you play, Hope!"

Hope shrugged. "What can I say? I like being in the moment!"

The siblings laughed.

As the laughter died down, Asher looked at his older sister, who was starting to come up for the closing of their fairytale.

Asher would give anything to be her. She had been his role model since he first learned to acknowledge her as his sister. She was fierce, brave, and is always there to lighten things up when they needed to be. She was the epitome of a sunlight, which she got from her mother. A strong-willed princess who would always put everyone else's needs before hers.

He could never feel jealous of her, even if their father seemed to favor her more than him.

Everything. Everything he talked about was her. Hope, and her talent, remarkable traits, dashing personality, her being fit for the throne more than anyone could ever be.

He didn't know where he got the urge to ask, but words came out of his mouth.

"Hope?" Asher called.

"Yes?" Hope responds.

"Why does papa like you more than me?" Asher asks, more curious rather than upset.

Hope was taken aback by what her brother had just asked. "Why would you say that?"

"He always pays more attention to you. He gets scared when he looks at me.." Asher responds to his sister.

"Scared? What do you mean by that?"

Asher pouts. "When papa looks at me, he's always sad or scared. But when he looks at you, he's always smiling."

Hope never realized her brother felt this way. He wasn't supposed to be worrying about who the favorite child is. He was only ten, and is currently having no clue that their parents actually might hurt each other. As aware as he was about his father breaking things, when Hope had witnessed it, she knew better than to let her brother see what it was actually like seeing them fight. He always heard the sounds, but Hope did her very best to keep him out of it.

He didn't need the pain. If pain is to be held then it is by Hope, she was the big sister. She's stronger, older and wiser.

"Ash.." Hope scooted closer to her brother, wrapping an arm around him. "He loves us both. I don't know why papa acts like he does, but I know he's trying. He's trying to be a good father to us. I know he is."

Asher leaned his head onto his sister's shoulder. "I just want papa to be happy when he sees me.."

Hope sighed. "I know." She held his hands as she scooted in front of him. "But look. I'm happy when I see you!"

Asher tilted his head as a smile formed in his lips.

"Because I can get to.." Hope smirked deviously. And the next thing Asher knew, her hands were all over his waist, tickling him. "Tickle you until you yield!"

Asher laughs, trying to stop Hope. "I yield! I yield!"

Hope laughed along with him.

Of all things she could protect, he would always come first. And along all those things, she would give what it takes to make her family proud.

~~~~~

Hope glanced one last time at the portrait of Clarissa Gale, how her plans had miraculously shifted all of a sudden. All because a certain prince decided to meddle into them.

And so she walked along with Isaac trailing behind her, catching up.

Who knew keeping the enemy close would work wonders for her? She never knew why, and she hated to admit it, but keeping Isaac to her side would be essential on her new change of plans.

A plan to figure out what problem caused the war.

#the prophecy of immortal fire #hisacc enemies to lovers #hope and asher has my heart

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