The Royal Badge

But the kind of expression that marked Vladimir's face, does tell me that it somehow looks something promising to my eyes. Needless to ask, I assumed the pouch he just tossed to me was the alp's heart as promised the other night.

"We securely put it inside a box surrounded with ice so the heart will not get easily rot or torn," he said.

"Thank you so much, Mr. President. I will never forget this day forward. I will tell my friend about this." I told Vladimir it was for a friend so he would consider my request. I can't just tell him about it was for the one I love the most. None of them should know, especially my parents about the pretentious mask behind my face. At least not yet.

"You don't have to, Prince Nathan. But take note, a few of my men died because of that one hell of a heart. I hope you'll grant the other side of the bargain." Vladimir said in a serious voice. A note that was inevitably inconsiderate.

What we discussed the other night was still fresh in m