Carla lay on her bed, still numb from the news she had been given. She felt like everyone in the world knew that her husband was a prince and she was the one left alone in a corner so they could whisper their secret around without her asking questions they didn't want to answer. had attracted Carla to Jason, not because he was a prince, but because of his coolness and confidence, and features that were truly different from those of the boys in the area, with that perfect face and a smile that seemed too blissful to be real. Emma had noticed him first, his golden hair flying as he ran and kicked a ball with some other teenagers his age across the grass in the park. Carla remembered all the explicit comments Emma was saying, about how she would do anything to ask her out. But before Carla had a chance to say a word, the ball flew at her, almost knocking her off the swing. Carla was ready to shout at the boys who had laughed out loud at what they had done. However, when Jason approached with an apologetic look on his flawless face, Carla couldn't utter a word, she just looked fondly at the boy, who bent down to pick up the ball, after asking her if she was okay. you always seemed to see him around, whether it was in the park, in the shops or walking to Emma's, he always seemed to be there. She didn't mind, of course, because she found him charming, funny and very polite, something she had never seen in Westwood boys. They started talking more, walking the streets together with their friends, with Emma still trying hard to get him to pay attention to her, but it was always Carla he was attracted to, he always looked up to her and wanted to know more about her. she, what... in the middle of the paper... had happened. Carla laughed sarcastically to herself thinking about this. All this time she had been with Prince Josiah and their child was a very special person who would have a future where she would be the ruler of a land. And what about Carla? Where was he in all this? What if Zantha died and Alison received the royal title, what would happen to her? The mother who brought this child into the world and then had no choice but to let the child be ripped from her arms? Should she have given her daughter away as if she were worthless to her? Or should he fight for his daughter's life, refusing to take her away? Carla cried. She was so confused. There was so much to understand, in such a short time. He needed to protect his daughter; she couldn't let her daughter be taken away from her, not until she knew it was the right time to do so.