All Chapters of The Prince and His Princess: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Tobi's POVWaiting impatiently in the woods until nightfall was its own form of torture. I knew this was my only chance. If I waited any longer, I’d lose her completely.I walked up the steps to the front entrance of The Witches Hat, every nerve ending on edge. A few guests glanced up from their books and conversations to stare at me. I caught my reflection in an old mirror hanging near the common room fireplace and winced. Dirt clung to my skin and clothes. My shirt was torn at the hem, and one of my sleeves had split at the seam. No wonder people were staring. I looked feral.“Tobi! Over here,” I heard Moira call gently from behind the counter. My stomach clenched. Please don’t make me leave, I silently begged as I approached.“Hello, Moira,” I greeted her formally, trying to look less like a man who’d spent the last week half-feral in the woods.“You can’t go up there looking like that,” she said, matter-of-factly. “Come with me.”

Tobi’s POVI showered as quickly as I could, though after sleeping rough for the past week, some deep cleaning was non-negotiable. When I finally stepped out and toweled off, I headed back into the main room expecting to see Lila curled up on the couch.She wasn’t there.A spike of panic shot through me. “Lila?” I called out, voice tight. No response.I inhaled deeply her scent still lingered, strong and warm. She hadn’t left.Crossing quickly to the bedroom, I found her there, curled beneath the blankets in a small ball, fast asleep. Relief poured through me like a wave, strong enough to knock the breath from my lungs.She was in my bed. My blankets. My space. The sight alone made my chest ache.But as much as I wanted to let her sleep, I knew she couldn’t drift forever. I needed to get her back to The Witches Hat before people started asking questions or worse, worrying.I dressed quickly in a pair of clean da

Tobi’s POVLocking the door behind us, I turned to find her sitting on the bed, legs crossed, watching me. She looked like something from a dream soft caramel curls, flushed cheeks, and those stormy grey eyes that always managed to undo me. I caught the faint blush rising across her skin, and the shift in her scent told me exactly what she was feeling.Flowers and honey.That sweet, addictive scent of hers wrapped around me, pulling at something deep and primal. I didn’t stand a chance.I crossed the room in two strides and gently pushed her back onto the bed, claiming her lips with mine. She tasted like heat and longing, better than anything I’d ever known. My self-control frayed with every second I touched her. I wanted to take it slow, but Lila had other ideas. Her arms locked around my neck, legs wrapped around my waist, holding me there with surprising strength.“We came up here to talk,” I murmured against her mouth, forcing myself

Lila’s POVWe woke early the next morning, partly because I was eager to get on the road to Mauros, but also because Tobi said he had a few errands to run first. I decided a shower was definitely in order.The bathroom caught me off guard, it was nothing like the rest of the apartment. The living space was all warm neutrals, solid wood furniture, and low lighting. But the bathroom? Modern, sleek, and bright. Floor-to-ceiling white subway tiles gleamed under crisp lighting, and the rainfall showerhead felt like something out of a luxury hotel.I turned the taps until the water reached the perfect temperature, then stepped in. It was divine. I stood there for a few moments, letting the warmth soak into my skin before finally reaching for Tobi’s body wash. It smelled like cedar and spice warm, masculine, undeniably him.As I lathered up and moved down my legs, I noticed something: the scabs from that awful day were peeling away, revealing fresh, unsc

Lila’s POVAs we moved deeper into the church, the grandeur began to fade, replaced by a humbler, more monastic style. The opulence of gilded altars and stained glass gave way to pale, seamless stone—walls, floors, and ceilings all the same soft grey, as if the entire corridor had been carved from a single mountain. Thick wooden doors were scattered down the hall, each one slightly different, all looking like they could groan if opened.Now and then, heads peeked out at us from behind doors, staring openly, mouths agape, eyes wide with curiosity. I suddenly felt like I was being paraded through an exhibit, as if I were some strange creature they'd never seen before.We kept walking, left, right, another turn until we reached the end of a long corridor. A final door stood before us, distinct from the others. While made of the same dark wood, it was overlaid with twisting wrought-iron vines, delicate and intricate. I found myself studying the craftsmanship in awe, fingers twitching to t