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"Wait, stop! Can you please speak in English? I don't understand you. I bet you knew English because I heard you speak it earlier." The Mask Princess sighed, realizing that her ploy had failed. She relented and rephrased her question in English. "Just tell me what's yours, and then I'll set you free and unscratched." Though she managed to deliver her words in a level tone, her mind raced as she contemplated her next move.

I smiled back. “Her name is Shera. She can assist you and give you anything you want,” Ira informed. A breath of disbelief escaped from me. “I doubt it. She doesn’t understand English.” “Oh, she does,” he corrected. “But not as fluent as me, the king, and Prince Jareth. I taught them the universal language on Earth, Nicolette, for future purposes.” My mouth formed into an O. Now that’s really convenient. Ira smirked and bent closer toward me.

I demanded. “No one in their right mind would hand over a whole kingdom to an imbecile like you. Haven’t you been listening!? They need a royal familiar to keep the evil spirits away! It’s a ceremony for your familiars.” I blinked and allowed him to pull me back to my feet. “Wow. You really are a nerd. You got all that just by listening?” “I am a PRINCE.” The way that he said it was like it was already common knowledge. “Yeah yeah. We get that already.” I sighed and returned my gaze to Serena. “So...how does this work?”

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Dylan said it in surprise. She quickly turned to the person next to her. "Prince?" "Yes, he is a prince. The prince of Paradise Castle, Prince Franco," Dylan answered. She looked from head to toe at the prince next to her. "That's why I'm wondering about what he's wearing because it seems elegant and suitable for him, even if it's just ordinary clothes. He's a prince, and he's also the one telling General Agustin about the prince who wears ordinary clothes. The general was right. Those who see him will think and ask if he is a servant or not," she said in her mind.

Words were useless when the truth was already staring back at you. “Mom and Dad, Evelyn, Esther…” My voice trembled, but I forced it louder, steadying it with fury. “We’ve been fooled. This… commoner here is no commoner. He’s no ordinary man. His name—his real name—is Prince Maximillian Sebastiani. The Crown Prince of Mercia. Imagine that.” “What?!” My sisters gasped, their eyes darting between me and him, their mouths hanging open in disbelief.

"He's the Crown Prince of Mercia. His Royal Highness Prince Leonidas Sebastiani." "Oh God, what a sick twist of fate. I'd been talking back to an actual Prince while being called - distastefully, I must add, Duchess Rowena by said Prince." I thought and swallowed. "Right." I said. "Let's go then."

He doesn’t look like it. “Okay, so you are a prince? Well, it's just better, take me home to royal dragon father and he will read you greatly. Frustrated by her persistence, Prince Biha retorted. “You are not getting it right? I said there's no way that you can be the princess, you look too unruly and wild to be the princess of this kingdom.”

I ask him what the name means. "The Prince," he translates. "Because everyone treats you like royalty here; that is how you act." He doesn't add anything else to that sentence. He just leaves, closing the door behind him to show that he still has some manners left after threatening me multiple. The Prince—the name is as pointless as Alejandro's attempt at being civil. "I don't fucking like him." I pace the room, trying to keep from yelling, but 'trying' is fucking useless. "I hate that son of a bitch!"

the prince growled and took a step towards her. "I don't see anything you might like in her, son. She isn't even easy on the eyes, way too plain!" he remarked, his face distorting into an awful snicker. "Did she swallow her tongue? Aren't you going to say anything, dear Venera?" "I'm no one's dear, your Majesty." she retorted. "Oh, so she can at least speak English alright. I was worried she might not be fluent. After all she is a Russian scum alright." the king took a jab at her once again.