10th May, XXXX
I don’t understand. That day with the cup of tea and the unstained dress. I am sure my dress was stained. Then how come the tea cup sat safely on the table? That happened after the dizziness I felt.
I have a theory. The inspiration came from looking through the encyclopedia. (Yes I am reading it, albeit slowly.) Time control. What if Sebastian has time control power. Then everything makes sense. He reversed time back to before the cup fell.
Why do I think it’s Sebastian, but not myself? I experimented myself. I can’t reverse time.
The most important thing is. I was reborn. I went back through time. At that time, Sebastian was sick for a few weeks. Anything a healer cannot heal for few weeks? Repercussion from using power. A healer can only slow down and soothe a repercussion down.
My theory is that Sebastian has another hidden power. Everyone in the country knows Sebastian can control ice. But it is not uncommon to have two powers. Not everyone is as stupid as that Prince Lucien from our neighboring country. Everyone from his country and the next three knows his powers. Thus his strengths and weaknesses. It is better to hide one, so that it can be one’s hidden card.
Sebastian reversed time, that is why he acted differently. Why did he treat me so well? Perhaps he thinks I am pitiful? The unloved Queen who was burned to death with her kingdom.
But why was my time reversed as well? Did he know? How can I prove my theory? If the Sebastian now is really that King Sebastian who died with me, I do not have to remind him. I am sure he will do everything he can to save his kingdom. But if he is not… I need to remind him. The first tragedy will be three months later…
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I am not clever and will never be. I cannot be tactful and slowly fish out information like heroine in novels. I choose to be direct.
Sebastian called in today with my books. Mother once again pushed us into the drawing room with a happy smile.
I had thought it through. I would first give him my proposal on breaking off the engagement. While he was reading, I would ask him about it. With his attention divided, it’s easier to talk to him. That’s what I found in the 2 years I stayed by his side.
He was reading the first page of my proposal, as soon as he was halfway through I would ask him about that.
“Prince Sebastian, can you control time?”
After a moment of silence.
“I can.”
So it’s true. But… why did he answer so calmly? Did he know I knew?
“So… are… you… are you…”
“I am.”
He leaned toward me, his face an inch in front of me. He is staring at me with his ice-cold, emotionless eyes.
I tried to look down but was stopped by his hand under my chin. A smile appeared on his usual emotionless face. It is a smile that appears when a cat catches a mouse. Or when a witch sees an innocent girl falling into her trap. It’s the smile I saw when I begged him to help me find out the murderer who murdered my entire family in my previous life. I started trembling.
“I have looked through the proposal, I refuse.”
“Why. You know we won’t end well. We are not suitable.”
“I want you to be my queen,” he whispered next to my ear.
“Please break off our engagement. We are not suitable. I am not a good Queen. People hated me. They said I brought bad luck. You didn’t even like me.” I said as logically as possible, trying to control my derailing emotions.
Sebastian held both of my shoulders and forced me to look at him.
“They won’t. This time they won’t. We know the enemy this time. Those things won’t happen again.”
I could not hold in my emotions anymore, the pressure now and the depression then. Everything exploded.
“You don’t understand. It was horrible, I was lonely. I was all alone with no one to talk to. Everyone pointing fingers at me. And you didn’t even help me when I begged you. I think I was going mad. Please. Break off our engagement.”
Sebastian looked at me with this unreadable expression. He lifted his hand and gently wiped off my tears that I didn’t even notice were sprouting out.
“I agree to break off our engagement, but with a condition.”
“What condition?”
“I have my plans and losing my fiancee now is not beneficial to my plans. I will break off the engagement after that.”
“When will that be.”
“Does that matter?”
“My family…”
“You don’t have to worry about that.”
Even though he is a cold-hearted and emotionless monster, I still trust him unconsciously and unconditionally. Even when I hated him for not punishing the murderer, or when the whole kingdom fell into ashes. How pathetic.
Do I trust him this time? As pathetic as I am, of course I do.
