All Chapters of The Choice: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I dipped into a curtsy and watched as the girls marveled at the prince who looked great, despite his distasteful attitude. He was dressed in a sleek suit, adorned with medals showcasing the many achievements I guessed deemed him fit for a prince. He walked down the stairs, his expression warm but his eyes steely and cold. I couldn't understand why the Ladies fawned over someone who probably didn't have emotions. "Now, the Ladies dance with other eligible members of the court," Fiona whispe

Soon, we were riding into the thick forest that surrounded the rear side of the palace. It felt amazing. I took a deep breath, reveling in the feeling of the wind blowing against my face. Nature had to be my natural habitat. Inside the palace walls I felt confined, like some sort of prisoner, but outside, with the sun shining down on me, I was actually happy. But I couldn't say the same for my horse, who neighed uncomfortably and all but threw me off his back. Fiona and I trailed behind the rest of the Ladies, who chatte

"Dance classes were terrible," Fiona emphasized. Since I wasn't to leave my bed, I had spent the day cooped up in my room, bored to death. Luckily, Fiona visited me, bringing with her a recap of the day and a jam tart. "You're the best dancer I know, Fiona," I said, truthfully, in between mouthfuls of the pastry. 

"Come in, Lady Madeline," Prince Carlos' voice called from inside the library. I took a deep breath before pushing the door open and the same feeling of awe washed over me. It was what I imagined heaven to look like, books covering every wall, the ceiling an amazing mural of clouds and cherubs. 

It was a little past lunchtime when I returned to my room. It took me a lot of willpower and if not for the obvious growling of my stomach, I would have stayed under the sun and read till moonlight. Just as I had predicted, my plate of lunch lay untouched on the table, my stomach grumbling in protest as I walked past it. The Lion's Heart was an amazing book. Possibly the best piece of writing I'd ever read. It told the tale of how a young man called Aeschylus, born into pover