Olivia's POV
4 months. The love of my life is getting married in 4 months and there is nothing I can do to stop it.
He came by yesterday. Oh how my heart fluttered. But I also felt hurt deep down at his rejection. I snapped at him. He said he was just trying to find Mary. My hopes were dashed when he said that. I mean, why would he come looking for me? I'm just a servant girl.
I sighed staring into the mirror in my bedroom, wondering what it was about me that Jordan didn't like. Is it my plain brown hair, my dull green eyes, my lack of curves? Or is it just all of me? The servant girl.
A soft knock on the door brought me out of my self destructive state.
"Come in," I called, some part of me hoping it was Jordan.
Mary popped her head in. Not Jordan, but maybe that's for the best.
"Hey sweetie! You know your father is Coming back today right?" She asked me.
I looked at her in confusion.
"He is?" I asked.
"You didn't know that?" She asked me, astonished.
I shook my head.
"I guess I've just been pushing myself so hard in my work to forget about Jordan that I just tuned out the rest of the world," I sighed.
"Well come on! Let's go see your old man!" She said, grabbing my arm and dragging me out of my room and down to the main entrance.
I giggled at her childishness, but also held a huge smile at the thought of seeing my dad again. It's been too long.
"Hey pumpkin!" A warm voice boomed.
"Dad!" I exclaimed, running at the man.
My father had a large build, being a knight. He looked very intimidating, but was actually the sweetest guy to those he loved. He had light brown hair and green eyes like mine. While normally standing with a powerful pose, he had his arms open, awaiting my hug.
I ran into his arms and threw my own around him. He twirled us around.
"It's so good to see you again, pumpkin!" He exclaimed.
"Yeah, you too dad!" I replied.
Someone cleared their throat behind us and it was only then that I realized that people were gathered behind us, both to watch the spectacle and to cater to my father.
"Allow me to show you to your temporary room, sir," one of the older male servants, Marcus, said.
"Yes of course," my father responded to him with a nod.
"I will catch up with you again after I have put all of my things away. I love you," he kissed me on the top of the head and began walking off.
"I love you too, dad," I said to his retreating figure.
He turned around and flashed me a smile, which I reciprocated.
"It's nice to see that man again. Why, he's been gone for at least a year now!" Mary suddenly spoke up.
"Actually, it's been two years and twelve weeks," I mumbled in response.
Mary hummed.
"He should have more respect for his daughter," she claimed.
"Mary, it's fine, really. I-"
"No it's not," she cut me off, "He has a family down here and he seems to be forgetting that."
"At least he's back," I stated, ending the debate.
"I guess," she accepted,"You should go into your room and just wait for your father. I don't want you working today."
I ran up to her and gave her a hug.
"Thanks you so much, Mary," I told her.
"Anytime sweetie," she hugged me back.
I ran off to my room with excitement, sending a quick wave to Mary. I couldn't wait to see my dad again after so long. We had to much to talk about and catch up on. Should I tell him about Jordan? What would he think? Would I get in trouble? Would he get in trouble? I quieted my wandering thoughts and just focused on how excited I was to see my father again.
I waited impatiently in my room for what seemed like forever. I sat on my bed doing whatever I could to pass the time. I played with my hair, braiding it and unbraiding it multiple times, and I fidgeted with my hands.
Finally, a knock sounded at the door followed by my father opening it and poking his head in. He flashed me a warm smile and opened the door wider. I stood up and began to walk with him. Without even looking at the direction he was going in, I knew where he was going: the garden.
The palace had a beautiful garden and it was my mother's favorite place to go when she was alive. It was filled with almost every flower imaginable, blooming in abundance. Along with flowers, the garden also grew pumpkins for some unknown reason, leading to my father's nickname of me. Whenever my father came home, we would always sit there and talk about our lives as well as reminisce about the old times. He didn't come home often because of his work, but when he did we shared very special moments and had very deep conversations in mom's garden.
"So how has it been going, dad?" I began our conversation once we had sat down on the luscious grass in the garden.
"I'm not allowed to disclose too much, but the kingdom is currently in a good state. There isn't too much happening, which is why I got to come home for a little while," my father replied," but those two years were torture. We had to investigate and extinguish some threats from neighboring territories. But how have you been? I trust Mary has been taking good care of you?"
I nodded my head and gave him a smile, trying to hide what I really felt.
"Yeah of course! You know Mary! And I've been doing pretty great...," I faltered as I choked on my words a little bit.
My father gave me a concerned look.
"Pumpkin, is everything alright?" He asked.
I shook my head.
"Actually, no. It's not..."