Raised From The Wild-Chapter 433: The Jealous Fiancee

Vitara froze. The voice was similar to the one she had heard earlier giving a graduation speech... it echoed around her, and resonated with the same warmth and authority that had filled the air during the speech, which had been played on her mobile phone earlier.

"My Prince... Isn’t that Princess Amaya’s voice?" Vitara asked, her voice a little bit choked.

"Ah, No. It is a synthesized voice, patterned after hers." Raquim replied without paying much attention to Vitara’s reaction.

A subtle glimmer of jealousy sparkled in Vitara’s eyes, a fleeting emotion she quickly concealed with a practiced smile that barely touched her lips.

As she leaned in, the soft scent of her perfume enveloped the space between them, and she pulled her chair closer to Raquim, their knees almost brushing. With delicate fingers, she fastened the watch around his wrist, the glint of the timepiece catching the light and momentarily distracting from the tension brewing beneath her calm exterior.

"There, it looked beautiful." She said in a coquettish voice.

"Yeah, it’s beautiful. Do you think so too, Amro?" Raquim asked, looking at the sleek black watch that he placed on the table.

A vibrant hologram of a chibi character floated above the watch, its wide eyes sparkling with curiosity as it seemed to scrutinize the ornate timepiece adorning Raquim’s wrist. The little figure radiated an infectious energy, casting a playful glow that danced across the surface of the watch, highlighting its intricate details and shining metallic accents.

"It is beautiful, My Prince. But not as beautiful as me."

Raquim chuckled.

Vitara’s eyes clouded with something dark. She was furious.

The chibi with wavy copper brown hair and exaggerated amber eyes continued in a melodious voice, "The watch is customized, crafted from 18k white gold. The dial is made from opaline. It is double-faced, with a masculine design. The strap is sturdy and made of alligator skin. The timepiece is called Primo Eterno and won first place in last year’s international watch design competition held in Usturia."

Raquim’s eyes flicked to Vitara, who blushed and appeared shy. A flicker of emotion appeared in his eyes as he said hoarsely. "Thank you for giving me something that you had poured your effort into, Ara." He said gently.

Vitara glanced upward, her eyes widening in astonishment, a spark of delight illuminating her features. A radiant smile blossomed on her face, transforming her expression into one of pure joy.

Finally, the prince called her by her nickname. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

"By the way, Tamara had invited Princess Amaya. She will be attending Pierre Louis’s first birthday. She is one of the godmothers."

The radiant smile that earlier lit up Vitara’s face vanished in an instant, like the sun slipping behind dark clouds. Her gaze fell to the table, where she lifted her cup of tea, pretending to sip to hide the disappointment that simmered just beneath the surface, casting a shadow over her features.

Why would she come? Wouldn’t she rob the attention of Prince Raquim? Why did Tamara make her the godmother, and not me?

Vitara could tell that Raquim was infatuated with Amaya, and Tamara liked her as well, and she was worried.

"That watch, my prince," Vitara’s eyes lingered a moment longer on the black watch where the chibi hologram had already disappeared into. "Is that not just a watch?" She asked.

Prince Raquim stood, casually slipping the black watch inside his breast pocket.

"Oh yes. It has a lot of security and life-saving features." Raquim stood. "I’ll send you back; I still have matters to attend to."

Lady Vitara was reluctant, but what could she do? She stood up and let Raquim lead her out of the tea house.

When the two left, a young couple who were seated beside their table, presumably on a date, also ordered another set of drinks and snacks. They wanted to walk out of the establishment as they had waited for an hour before the royal couple arrived and had already consumed a few cups of tea, but wouldn’t that put suspicion on them?

An hour later, the couple walked out of the tea-house holding hands. The man acted very gently and looked at his date with doting eyes, but if one listened to their hushed conversation, it would become clear that they were hatching a sinister plan.

...

Back at Lireya, Marx accompanied Amaya back to her Maharlika palace.

"Aya, I’m heading back to Usturia for a family gathering," Marx said, his voice a mix of excitement and uncertainty as he sat alongside Amaya in the cozy embrace of the gazebo nestled in the west garden. The sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting playful shadows on the ground.

He took a deep breath, the scent of blooming flowers filling the air, before continuing hesitantly, "Would you come with me? I want you to meet my family."

Princess Amaya registered a look of surprise on her face. She barely remembered Marx’s grandfather, who was present when he held a press conference after they returned from the island.

"When are you going to return home?" Amaya asked, her voice gentle.

"This Saturday." Marx breathed deeply. He knew that it was the day Amaya would be going to Albanya.

Amaya was conflicted. She had already accepted Tamara’s invitation to attend the first birthday celebration of her firstborn.

"But, that coincides with my visit to Albanya. Can I come after?" She asked.

A flicker of something akin to sadness crossed Marx’s blue orbs, but it disappeared in an instant. If this was two years ago, he was confident that Lara would prioritize him over anything else.

He felt a deep pang of regret for not returning after he recovered his memory. Yet, the weight of his decision pressed heavily upon him; if he ventured back, Dark Phoenix would continue to grow strong, a relentless menace threatening not just his own safety, but the very life of Amaya—the target of the organization’s vengeful wrath.

’No! This is for the best. Amaya has grown to become independent. I just needed to work harder to restore our relationship to two years ago.’