My Best Friend Stole My Royal Boyfriend

“Amiera Hale!” My father shouts my name, my body jumps. I’m not used to him speaking to me in that tone, but I should have expected it.

What I did was unacceptable for a woman with my status. I was a princess, someone who was supposed to prevent drama, and instead of doing that, I caused it.

But what was I supposed to do after learning about Bryan and Aria? Was I supposed to drop it and let it go?

I’ve played by the rules all of my life, been a good girl, always treated everyone with respect, and constantly stayed out of the drama. I never once attended any private parties that the rest of the royals held, and I’ve always done what my parents have asked of me.

So why should I get in trouble for acting out after what those two did to me?

“Your mother and I have grown you up to be better than this; why did you post that outrageous video for so many people to see?” he demands, “you’ve brought unnecessary attention to all of the royal families involved. How many times do I tell you that your actions do affect not only you but also that of your entire kingdom?”

I cross my arms over my chest and stubbornly lean back against the cushion, “Bryan and Aria both betrayed me, father. I’m sorry for what I did, but I do not regret my actions.”

“Amiera!” My mother exclaims. “You’ve never acted like this before. Do not let what those two did to you change the type of person that you are. You already have a hard time; why make it harder for yourself?”

I know what my mother was referring to, and I cringe in return.

best friend. I’m a princess, but not just any princess; I’m the only royal fire whisperer with no control over fire. I’m an embarrassment to my people, to my family, and to my friends. Anywhere I chose to go, there were always judging stares and

am sorry for bringing disgrace to my family once more, but I didn’t know how to react after

to concern for a quick second

have organized a conference today where you will make an official apology to all

drops at my father’s words, “why should I be

should be over here trying to apologize to

need your cooperation.” He says to me. I can tell that his patience is growing thin, and it will be wise for me to shut up

will put aside my feelings once again for that of

cares about what I think? I’m the fire whisperer that always disappoints those around her. Of course,

up for my family and me. Father is already there addressing the public, and he’s just spoken my name. I know that it’s time for me to face everyone and apologize for something I wouldn’t have had to do if I was any

make a formal apology to all of you for what she has done. She understands the seriousness of her actions and is willing to make up for them in

me; I don’t want to look into their judgemental faces, there were primarily adults here, and they always saw me as the biggest disgrace our kingdom

of my eye. Suddenly there are gasps from the crowd, and

horror, it’s the freaking bastard that

idea to invite my cheating boyfriend to this thing? He hasn’t once sent a text apologizing or