|Princess Zoey's Point Of View| Micah and I meet (one day later) at the palace library. Arriving there, I ask Pamela not to let anyone enter till we find all the information we want. As we walk inside, the rusty smell of books surrounds us in a calming manner. Micah breathes in, and his eyes literally shine, seeing and smelling all the books. Damn. Man can fall in love with books sooner than with me. "This- this place is so perfect," he exclaims. "Uh-huh. All the world's books lie here. I bet this is going to be your favourite place?" I ask. "Yeah, but am I allowed to wander around and come here?" he asks with hopeful eyes. "When I get you a guard." "Oh... but I don't need one and don't want to trouble you. I can look after myself." "Silly." I roll my eyes. "You know nothing about the palace. This is a place where tons of secrets, dirty works and mysterious deaths lie. It's unsafe for every single person who lives here." I explain. "I thought it was the opposite," he admits.

|Micah’s Point Of View| "It's been a while since I stepped out of the palace." Princess Zoey exclaims as soon as our feet touch the outside ground of the palace. "I could say the same. It's been a while." I reply. She looks at me and smiles. "Any idea where we can grab a horse?" she asks. "We can borrow one from a stable." "Oah, okay. Then lead the way." So I lead the way. Though I am unfamiliar with the surroundings, since it isn't my village, I know just where to find what I want. Because I've been to many districts, I have an idea. After walking around half a mile, we find a stable. I ask Princess to stay outside and I go inside with a few bronze coins. I talk with the owner and ask for two horses. He immediately asks his worker to release two after I make the payment. I meet Princess outside with the two horses after a few minutes. "That was soon," she comments. "I know magic." I make a proud comment about myself. "Of course you do." she chooses a horse and pats its back.

|Princess Zoey’s Point Of View| Micah and I leave from the back gate of the palace, and I am wearing commoner clothes similar to his. We have a clothes bag in our hands and a bunch of bronze coins with us. It's really early in the morning, so it's cold outside. I suggest to Micah that we get a lift from someone who goes on a cart, or else the journey on horseback would be tiring. He takes my request to heart and somehow manages to lure an older man for a ride in exchange for some coins. So we get on the cart, which has only a tiny space as he's delivering some goods. We jam in together and sit so close. I have never been on a cart (only carriages). So I hold on to Micah as if my life depends on it, or else I would fly out of the cart. He chuckles at my actions and hugs me back securely so that I relax and fall asleep in no time. I only wake up when we are near our destination. And I am hungry! I tug at Micah's sleeves and admit that I am hungry. He takes out some food from the bag

|Micah’s Point Of View| I touch her milky white skin, and I feel myself losing control. I want her right away, but I know I have to control myself. Even though she said that I shouldn't be gentle with her, I know I cannot act recklessly. I pull her for another kiss feeling the heavenly taste of her. I kiss her deeply, invading her mouth and mixing my saliva with hers. I only break the kiss once she's breathless. Then under her watchful eyes, I remove her pants which are the only cloth she has on her body. I pull them down, and she immediately covers herself in shyness. "Don't hide. It's beautiful." I compliment her, parting her legs and leaning down. I gently kiss her again and move to her neck. I feel my lips twitch to a smirk when I see the mark I had left on her neck months ago still lying there, perfectly and proudly saying that the Princess belongs to me, and I still can't believe it. How can someone like the Princess be mine? I suck on the mark, and she slowly moans. Even her

|Micah’s Point Of View| Right now, in the Drawing room, sitting in front of me is the Queen of my kingdom with no one else but she, her and I ─ the Queen, my Princess and I. My Princess? Yes, of course. My Princess. Who else's... I watch as the Queen pours tea, nervousness gobbling me whole, and Princess next to me doesn't look good either. I bet she already knows that this conversation means no good. The Queen hands over a tea to Princess, and I wait till she makes one for herself, obviously not making me one as I am just a- Okay, she hands me one too, which I gracefully take with shaky hands, trying my best not to spill the golden colour liquid. "It's nice to see you holding a sword once again, Zoey. How long has it been since you stopped your practices?" she asks the Princess. I feel relieved that she sounds all calm and serene... not serious-like. "It's been a while... I think since Patrick- Prince Patrick came into the picture." Princess wears a cute frown and shakes her hea