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he said again in that Russian accent of his that clashed beautifully well with his English accent. It wasn't lost on me the word beautiful had come up once more. I really needed to find another word when describing him. “But your grandmother calls you princess. If I call you the same, you're more likely to feel at home.” I chuckled, tickled by the nerve of him to make mention of my grandmother. “Look here, Blondie, only my grandmother calls me princess. To you, and to everyone else including your creepy, bald father, mentor, or whatever he is to you, it's Ivy. Capiche?”

I spout out in defeat. WORLD TRANSLATION < > Il Mio bel Principe < >my handsome prince < >Cosa c'è di sbagliato in te? < >What is wrong with you?

I don’t regret a single thing but why is he not moving or saying anything? “I don’t think you need to prepare that thoroughly. You look fine, princesa.” That word again. He called me ‘mi princesa’ while he was going all in earlier, and he’s never called me that before. He calls me a princess in English, as an insult, but this time, in his own language it didn’t sound like one. It didn’t earlier and most certainly doesn’t now either, so why is he holding back now? I don’t know why it makes me giggle either way, why I am turning into that woman, the one faking confidence ask the time, but falling apart the moment she feels a cold shoulder by the guy who happens to be her situationship. Whateve

“By the way, you did not specify which prince it was with the loose pets.” He swallows. “You know, that’s not important.” I got off my bed to carefully head over to him. “And what about this doofus that you speak of? Is it you?” He scoffs and waves a hand at me. “Please. If it were me, then don’t you think that I would have described myself as a dashing doofus? Or a handsome—” “Verphegor.” I honestly did nothing but call for his name at that time, and he simply cowered and cried.

“Uh, who is this majesty that you are talking about?...” It was the woman’s turn to leave her mouth hanging open. Eventually, she cleared her throat, “It’s none other than Langrey –formally known as his Imperial Majesty, Prince Langrion Zephiry Romualdi, the king’s nephew and one of the heirs to the throne. Or maybe you can call him Langrey too. It might be a good idea to create the illusion that you are close enough and that the engagement wasn’t rushed in, like, a day...or in a few minutes.”

He said with a smirk, I gulped again. "Didn't you say I was going to be your personal maid" I said trying to keep my shaky voice in check. "Well I won't really say personal maid, because I have so many maids at my beck and call" "Meaning?" "I will rather put it the way the civilized province would probably call it. My personal assistant" "Personal assistant?" I muttered. "Wait, what is your name, I forgot to ask" he said as he shrugged on a shirt, he wasn't in his prince regalia.

he responded as he gave a faint chuckle “I do not know who that is though” I said as I smiled “But it looked like my mom was well acquainted with the name” I added as he gave a bright smile "Well, yes. Edwin, Edwin Mclean is my father” he spoke “He is a Lord of England” he continued “Lord?” I added sounding shocked “Yeah” he added while he chuckled “But you do not look quite ‘British’” I replied trying to use the British accent for the pronunciation as it made him chuckle

said Eskylrious with a smirk while looking at Kiara's annoyed expression . " Why did you stop here ?!.....Huh ?! Your Highness ?! " said Justin surprised when he saw Eskylrious . " Wait ?!...Crown prince ?! " said madam Karla with a shocked expression . " Yes mom ! He is the crown prince of England . Crown prince Eskylrious Windsor ! " said Justin and slightly bowed in front of him . " The....crown prince ?!...Your Highness ! We are sorry for the rude behavior just now . " said madam Karla with a shocked expression and bowed in front of him .

They know how to act properly and, believe it or not, know how to use the right words that would please the nobles. I buried my face on my new pillow. "If you please. It would be my honor. The pleasure is all mine." I mocked the lessons that I just learned from the twins. "The way you talk is like a noble already, but your tone is lacking." I tiredly turned towards Prince Nate, who was now standing in the middle of my room. "Should I even bother to ask how you got in here without knocking?" "I came in just as the twins came out." He said.

he exclaimed. Everyone loudly gasped in shock. If earlier, they were staring at Vermeil – this conspicuous guy due to his flaming red hair that is really eye-catching, then now their attention has fully shifted to Raine, who they found out has come from the worst high school ever. And he was even nicknamed as the ‘tyrant king’.