The Dragon Prince's Bride
Chapter 92. Can’t lose what you never possessed.

Chapter 92: 92. Can’t lose what you never possessed.

"What?"

"Forgive my insolence, princess, but you are an elf, I do not think your kind would be able to comprehend the complexity of tragish." Neriah could not believe it.

Did the woman just call her stupid in a very dignified manner?! She was speechless. The audacity of the woman! Did Barak know how insolent she would be? Did he hire her to shame and humiliate her? For some weird reason, she did not think he’d have actually hired her if he knew she would behave this way toward her.

Could it be that she was one of the many people who had heard about their ordeal in Avelah and was being rude to her because of it? Or did she just hate her for being an elf? Or was she maybe in love with Barak? What could be the problem of this one?

Neriah could care less what the problem of this new entity was, but she was Princess Neriah of Avelah, she would not be looked down on by mere nobodys!

"What complexity do you speak of?" Neriah asked as she slowly rose to her feet. Although the woman was taller, she would not allow her intimidate her in any way.

"I merely speak from a place of concern, princess." She was saying that but her eyes were still held high with utmost audacity.

"I am a princess who speaks a number of languages." She took a dominating step closer to the woman and not once did her eyes waver.

"I know and have learnt over thirty different languages over the course of my life on this earth. I know the ancient language of the goddess Aveliana and I can speak it brilliantly."

"Wh_what are—"

"The only reason why I am just now learning the Tragish language is because for a very long time I have believed that your kind is nothing but dirt beneath my feet."

"Your Highness that is too much!" The woman retorted.

"Well I am not done! I never thought to even open a book written in your language because more than anything, I did not even wish to touch a book written by disgusting savages like you! I never learnt the language because I never believed there would come a day when I would need to be in the same space with you, breathing the small air as a lowlife like you, more or less having to converse with you or anyone else in that disgusting language!"

"Your highness!!" The woman yelled into Neriah’s face only to receive a lip tearing slap as a response.

Aria who had been standing outside the hall bolted I to the room at the sound of the lady’s shout and the loud slapping sound. "Y_your highness." Aria stuttered as she could easily tell who had been assaulted and who the assaulted was.

"You shall not raise your voice at me, you imprudent lowlife!" Neriah firmly stated. She could still feel the sting in her palm from the slap she just dished out.

"My husband picked you to teach me and I want to believe he had chosen you for a good reason. So do what you have been called to do or else you wish to be replaced by little prince Barni!" The woman’s eyes glared daggers at Neriah, but what could she do? She was the princess after all.

She took another step close to the woman and spoke so softly that it was terrifying. "The next time you talk to me in a manner that is less than what a princess of my status should receive, then I promise you, it will not end with a slap... I do miss target practice." She smiled brightly and walked past her.

"Let us get out of here, Aria." Neriah ordered and cat-walked in the most elegant manner. "I will have someone send for you when I am ready tomorrow." She threw those last words into the air as she matched out of the room, leaving the woman both angry and somewhat awestruck.

...

"You would not believe what she said to me! I mean how can such a person be the future queen of our nation!" Eliza fumed and swelled like a dough covered and left to rise.

"She literally told me that she saw us all as filth underneath her heels! Can you imagine that? How can such a person lead us? The entire Trago will be laid to waste at the hands of such a vixen!" the more she spoke about it, the more her anger grew.

"But I have to give it to her. She was not intimidated by me at all. I thought she was a tiny little elf whom I could intimidate, but she was one tough meat to chew." Her hand touched the side of her face that had been so thoroughly slapped by a small slender palm, she could still feel it. She had never been slapped before. To think the new elven princess would be the one to break that streak.

"Really, you should have seen her. I am telling you, you have to do something about that insolent elf. If you do not do something quickly, I fear that you might lose the prince completely at this rate. You should be by his side, not that woman. You have been closest to him, you should be his future queen not her."

The woman with whom she spoke sat in a wooden rocking chair, dressed in a modest blue robe, her long black hair was let down and fell upon one of her shoulders. With her one leg crossed over the other, and a piece of biscuit in between her fingers, Regina Alnar smiled and chewed on her biscuit.

"Gina, how can you even smile at a time like this? You have loved the prince since forever, and now he is gone. Are you not angry at all? Will you just sit by and lose him to her?" Eliza inquired, but the smile on her face only grew.

"Eliza, how can one lose what was never in their possession?" She asked and Eliza’s lips fell apart as she stared at her friend bewildered by the words that were coming out of her mouth.

"His friendship is the only thing I have to lose... And that is because it was the only thing I have always possessed. And Bar loves me, I know he does. But that love is different from the one you are thinking of. I can not lose that because he never gave it to me."

"What are you saying Gina?"

"You see, when I heard he had suddenly returned with a bride, I knew I no longer stood a chance. Because Barak was not one to be forced into a marriage, I could tell that he had found something in her that made him choose her," Her eyes fell to the floor as she muttered, "something he could not see in me."

"And when I met her today, I could see why he had chosen her." She suddenly laughed and lifted her head and eyes once again, "Like you said, she really is one hard meat to chew." She laughed harder and Eliza just watched her friend like she had gone mad...

All she wondered was where the crazy commander had gone. The one who chased and threatened all other women away from the prince’s side without him even noticing it. Was she really giving up now? After all the long years... She was finally giving up?

...

Neriah stood on the balcony in a silk pink-colored nightdress with a white shawl around her form. Her red hair gently flying behind her, dancing to the tune of the wind. When she returned to their room, he was not there. She had bathed and even had dinner, he still hadn’t showed up. Well, good riddance. She felt like she had some peace and quiet for the first time in a long time.

From where she stood, she could see the Rana palace in the distance... The balcony gave a very beautiful view and Neriah could no longer deny it. This place was beautiful. The view in the morning, afternoon, evening and night was heavenly. She still was not sure how the kingdom itself really was, but since the royal castle was set on a hill, she could see the buildings outside the castle.

She could see brilliant lights from a distance and although she still planned on going out there herself someday so she could see the people and their way of life first hand, she had thought about it and had come to a hard conclusion that the people of Trago really had a good life... Unlike what she had thought and expected.

In her eyes they were still barbarians who plundered villages, killing women and children, but she agreed that they were also well to do

"Who should I blame for this now? The writers of those books I read or my teachers or used those books to teach me?" She sighed as she stared out blankly into the night.

A sudden cooing sound drew her attention and she turned her head, and her hand instantly fell off her shawl. The wind picked and pulled the shawl from her body, sending it flying into the room. Her lips suddenly began to tremble as she saw the now familiar white bird.

With a note on its leg.