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Serenya’s breath caught as his warmth pressed against her, the quiet strength of his touch grounding her in the swirling storm of emotions. He lowered his voice to a husky whisper, words meant only for her. “I may not be the white knight in your story,” he murmured, “but I’m no fool either—I know a queen when I see one, and no queen should be bowing to a tyrant.” His hands trembled slightly as they gripped her waist, and for a moment, a tear slipped free, tracing a quiet path down his cheek. “The prince’s wrath, his coldness—it’s a weight no one should bear. Especially not you.”

The words landed like a nuclear bomb, their shockwave ripping outwards from the center of the arena. Princess? What princess? I rubbed the space between my brows somewhat helplessly. After all, I had wanted to keep a low profile. Gerard stepped forward and stared icily at Wilson on the ground. "Wilson, your lapdog Professor Doyle here claims you are his backer?" After shuddering in terror, Wilson leaped to his feet and kicked Professor Doyle squarely in the face. "What lapdog? I don't know him at all! Damnable scum! How dare he disrespect Her Royal Highness!"

Eric's frown deepened. Whistles and kisses were blowing in all corners of the stages. Crown Prince Luke says, “She’s wearing a vile, have her take it off." "Why?" asked Christopher. "Who knows. Maybe she's actually hideous," laughed Crown Prince Luke. "You think so?" asked Matthew. "I want to see how beautiful she is," answered Crown Prince Luke sniveling evilly at Ruby. Eric eyed the Crown Prince with cold eyes. He wanted to say, “She’s too good for your eyes.”

“The dragon prince.” “The dragon prince?” Cara asked. Hana nodded, and her sister sat on the edge of the wooden surface. She snatched the wet wipe from Hana to remove the rest of the makeup on her face. “From your book?” Her eyes closed. “Yes.” “But the current version says Kyle doesn’t have a girlfriend. That he waited for his princess until the end,” Cara reminded her. Her sister’s movement had stopped, but Hana refused to open up to her. She didn’t have answers to Cara’s many, unspoken questions. “Wait, is the prince based off someone you know? Someone we know?”

Crista was used to Cristine's sarcasm, but she didn't care for it this time. Since their childhood, she had been like Cinderella, while Cristine was the arrogant princess. "Where I am is none of your business. I'm just calling because I need money." Cristine had always spent money lavishly, going to bars and night clubs and fooling around with different men every night. She used to be quite wealthy, but she's gone through all her cash by now, so she decided to ask her sister for money. Crista sighed and

, and if you were really crushing on me as hard as you say, why did you ask Amber out and not me?" She questioned me. "Well one, because it was a stupid dare, and she's a nice person when you get to know her and second, because you were going out with my best friend, since I don't know when." I stated. Her hands flew to her hair and she said, "All men are the fucking same, because if you payed more attention, then you would have realized I only went out with him to make you jealous!" she shouted at me. I was totally taken back by her response. I stood there, examining her fine features. Water was dripping down her body, and her hair was clinging to her back. I took a small step closer, so cl

she explained. She rubbed her nose as she looked at his unfocused gaze and continued, "Prince Aldridge wants someone by his side who would not do what his father did to his mother or what the Duke Apparent did to him. He is only binding you with threats when in reality, they mean nothing. Prince Aldridge has suffered so much because of his status but he does not show it. What he needs the most is someone's shoulder to cry on who will not run to the highest gossiper and spread the news that the bastard son of the king wants to be married to that of the same gender."

Once upon a time, a prince married a girl who didn’t want to marry him. Their marriage was rocky, and the prince realized that, if he was going to keep his new princess by his side, he’d have to make the ultimate sacrifice. The princess, touched by his generosity, accepted his heart, and he hers. I never thought I’d have a fairy tale romance. I might be a prince, but they were fairy tales for a reason. Niamh, of course, had proven me wrong entirely about that.

I press my hand against my forehead, beginning to pace, even with my knee protesting as it does. When I look back at the Prince, he’s watching me with a calm expression, although his eyes suggest otherwise. They are ablaze with unreadable emotion, his full lips settled in a line. "My name is Hale,” he murmurs. He doesn’t offer his hand, and he doesn’t need to, because there is no way I would dare touch a pureblood. Even if his skin does look perfectly unflawed and temptingly…I shake my head. What am I thinking?