Semua Bab The Prince and His Princess: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Lila’s POV The moment I stepped through the heavy wooden doors of the church, a rush of damp, earthen air washed over me, moss, old stone, and age clung to every surface. Most people would wrinkle their nose at the scent of decay, but I found something comforting in it, like walking into an ancient memory. The stone walls inside were a mirror of the exterior, worn and weathered with time, darkened in some places by centuries of smoke and shadow. But the ceiling was something else entirely. I stopped in my tracks and craned my neck, jaw slowly falling open. Towering above us were beams the size of thick tree trunks, each one hand-carved every inch a tapestry of mythical scenes, folklore, and battles long forgotten. The beams stretched like ribs overhead, some extending into the walls and windows, each acting as a frame around the old stained-glassless apertures. It was as though the entire church had been built from the skeleton of a fores

Tobi's POVI woke up in the back seat of the Range Rover, limbs stiff and neck aching from the awkward angle. Stretching, I climbed out, the morning air sharp and salty as it whipped in off the nearby coast. I’d parked beside the beach, half for the view, half for strategy out here, I’d be able to tell instantly if I was being followed.But as I stood there watching the waves roll in, it wasn’t Oscar I was thinking about. It was her. Lila. Her scent still haunted me honeysuckle maybe, something sweet I couldn’t quite place. The dream from the night before came rushing back, vivid as fire. She had asked about marking.She knew.Or at least, she suspected.The weight of that dream clung to me like sea mist, impossible to shake. She’d stood there, soft and vulnerable, asking questions no human should know to ask. It was a blessing and a curse that she thought the dreams weren’t real. Because if she knew the truth… if she realised what she me

Tobias POVA sharp knock jolted me from sleep. I blinked against the morning light spilling in through the narrow window and reached for my phone 7:30 a.m. Not exactly a lie-in, but I’d had worse.“Good morning, sir,” said a soft voice as the door creaked open. A young man entered, balancing a wooden tray. He offered a respectful bow before setting the tray on the bedside table and vanishing without another word.I sat up slowly, rubbing my face. The Priory’s idea of breakfast was humble porridge and black coffee, no sugar, no milk. The scent did nothing to improve my mood.But that wasn’t what bothered me.For the first time in a while, my night had been empty. No dreams. No clearing. No soft skin, warm laughter, or whispered questions. It was like she'd vanished completely from my subconscious.Was she okay?The last thing I remembered before sleep was her voice on the voicemail, tipsy and honest. She hadn’t wanted to

Lila’s POVHis laughter chased me down the path, and within moments he caught up, slipping his hand into mine as we ran together, breathless and grinning.“Wait here,” I said, stopping at the bottom step of the old mansion. “If Moira sees me flustered and glowing, she’ll be straight on the phone to my parents.”Tobi grinned, placing both hands on my hips and pulling me closer. “That’ll cost you,” he murmured.Standing a step above him, we were suddenly eye-to-eye. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and smiled. His excitement was obvious radiating from his touch, his eyes, the tension in his body. He might’ve been my first kiss, but I wasn’t entirely clueless. Pressing my body lightly into his, I leaned in… and kissed the tip of his nose.His stunned expression made me laugh out loud. “You’ll have to try harder than that,” I teased, darting inside and slipping behind the reception desk.Within minutes, Moira appeared, her shaw

Oscar's POV“Oscar, what’s wrong?” Henry asked, his voice soft with genuine concern. That warmth his obvious care for me should have made me feel good. And yet…I waited until Lila stepped outside, her figure disappearing beyond the front windows.“Have you spent much time around Tobias?” I asked, strolling casually over to the glass, pretending not to watch too closely.“Not really,” Henry replied, busying himself with the dishwasher. “He’s been around a few times, but only really talks to her.”“He’s okay with you two sharing a room?” I asked, my tone deliberately light.Henry paused for just a second. “If he even knows,” he muttered.I turned from the window, lips curling into something between a smirk and a frown. “Tobias is used to getting everything he wants. He doesn’t like to share his toys.”Lila’s POVWaiting outside, I felt jittery with a nervous kind of excitement. This was technically our f