Autor Del Principito Novels & Stories

Shaky hands made hard work of the envelope until my impatience got the better of me and I tore the edge open. I held my breath as the words jumped out at me from the page. Giovanni’s handwriting, boyish yet beautiful. ‘Princesa, If you are reading this, then first, I want to apologise. I am either dead or worse.’ I rolled my eyes, because only Giovanni would think anything else was worse than death.

His tone is light, but I can’t tell if he’s joking or not. My throat tightens, painfully dry. "You're a Sin, aren't you?" He dips his head. "Yes." I suppress a shudder, flexing and unflexing my fingers as I consider my next move. Some part of me, buried deep, is gleeful. So many people doubted this expedition would be worth it, doubted that the immortal Prince actually lived up here. I’ve proved them wrong, and finally doubted all the months of study I’ve put into this trip.

"My prince ,Mr idiot, which is surprisingly I just realized his name to be Asim ,got up and bowed . I turned too and bowed . "What is going on here ," the prince asked and I shook . "Nothing my prince , everything is fine ," he replied and the prince just nodded and said. "Let's go ,I am running late , and then he walked out . "You just got saved by me ,bye pumpkin ,he smirked and pecked my cheek . I tried chasing him but he ran out before I could get to him . Disgusting ,I cleaned my poor cheek a thousand times,I hate that guy .