The Princess And The Bear
I agreed as he wrapped his protective, warm, solid arms around me.
The next morning, I dressed carefully in a pink pencil skirt, white blouse, and matching pink blazer. My hair was down but pinned back on one side with a diamond and pearl slide. I was every bit the polished Royal Princess Rori this morning to face the council. Image matters, it shouldn't, but I had learnt long ago that if a woman dresses as an idealic innocent princess, then the seed is sowed easier. First impressions matter to people in the superficial world of high society. My nude heels clicked on the Palace Marble as Ben, and Aiden escorted me to the council. Once inside, I looked around. Fr Colm Roche, the human watcher
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