Warning: Language Edward Ainsworth's POV The first time I saw her, she was running, and I wanted to know why~Soule, in the North of Wahala, was the city side of the north. This was where the Royal born would lodge whenever they came visiting. Robb Ainsworth, my father and king, had spent over seven hours deliberating on matters I could not care less about, while I tried to be the dutiful son he wants me to be. He brought me along to learn the way negotiation and agreements worked across the kingdom. He could have taken my older brother, Xavier Ainsworth along since he was next in line of succession, but he believes Xavier is not worthy and I am. The irony.We arrived this morning and planned to leave once the negotiation ended. We came back to the Royal Lodge and while Robb returned to bed; I stayed awake, staring through the window of my room at the half-moon. Then I stared at the city at night, wondering what it would feel like to walk amongst the people. Perhaps if I wasn’t crown

Five years later Dyan and I stepped into Dive, the official beer house of the south. It’s been a long-ass journey from the La Ville Royale, all the way to Kame the capital city of the South. It would have been longer if I didn’t leave with my best friend, Dyan Ortega. I have an assignment, a message to deliver to the Lord of the South, and I will do that tomorrow. This was one of the times I could leave the Palace on my own, the king trusts that since I’m much older, I will be safer now. The incident that happened when he took me to Soule of the north plagued him. Though I got the blame for being out, the king looked more worried than I’d ever seen. I had gotten hurt, and that scared him more than anything. Perhaps he couldn't imagine losing his only 'good son'. When the king asked me what happened, I lied. I told him I went out for a walk only to end up being chased by evil men. The same night, father sent guards out, and the guards captured four of the rest five men chasing th

“She’s fucking gone!” Dyan growled as he returned to the room where I was seated on the bed as if I didn’t know that. The first thing I tried to do after realising she ran off with the funds was use my magic to search for her. I couldn’t track her. My magic refused to do the one thing I wanted, unfortunately, for me. I felt the restraint of my magic five years ago and I felt it yesterday, yet I ignored all the signs. The first people I went to meet after my magic failed were the resort watchmen. They all claimed they didn’t see any lady in the early hours of the morning, leaving us to believe she had left in the middle of the night. I specifically told the king I didn’t want his guards coming along because I intended to make our visit as quick and as unnoticed as I could. If the guards had come along, we would have drawn too much-unneeded attention, but this wouldn’t have happened. We wouldn’t have lost the bags containing the two thousand pieces of gold. In the last twenty min

I got to where he was and he grabbed my wrist, pulling me down so that my slightly exposed ass pressed on his leg. Despite the nervous feeling, a part of me felt excited to see him again after so many years. I never got to thank him for saving my life all those years. I could have thanked him seven years ago, but I couldn’t trust that he and his friend weren’t out for their own selfish interests. It wouldn’t be the first. Besides, they were going to get rid of me the next day, and I knew I had to be a step ahead. Perhaps I would finally get the chance to thank him this time.I leaned in and my lips placed against his for a slow kiss because I was unsure how he wanted the night to go. He was calculating and I highly doubt my seduction would make him into a fool like the other men.Or could it?He responded to my kiss, sighing. I snaked my tongue into his mouth as the kiss got hotter and grind myself on his leg.He pulled back and sucked his teeth, bit into his bottom lips, and his eyes

“How much would this go for?” I asked, picking up a silver sequence material hanging on the wall, which I could already picture myself in. I was currently at the market square, needing a wardrobe change. Having a dazzling outfit was one of those things that made our victims at the desired parlour swoon. It’s the first thing that always captivated them. Our performance and seductive acts came after. Getting for myself also meant getting for my workers as well, because uniformity at the parlour is key. “A yard would go for three pieces of gold, but for you, I would give two,” Pedro said with a friendly grin. He has been my go-to seller in the past six years of running the parlour and not only does he give discounts, but he also advises on which material is best and which would last longer. We’ve developed a sort of friendship and I rely on him to give me fashion advice. I believe him more than anyone else. “Mistress!” he nodded his head in acknowledgement. “Shh, not outside the p