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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."

My heart leaps to my throat. “We'll have to—” Suddenly, there's commotion in the hall. The girls gasp, murmurs erupt, and some make happy squeals. Man in charge—fuck it, we'll call him little man, for now—momentarily forgets me and turns in the direction of the noise. My chest is still heaving from the exertion I put my poor heart to as Rhea squeezes my hand reassuringly. “Girl, that was close,” she whispers. “Your highness! You shouldn't be here! Gods!” It's the alarm in little man’s voice that has me spinning, laying my eyes on the rumored ‘Mad Prince.’

Too late, his address for the other man filters through my brain. Your Highness. That must mean this is the prince, and Sinclair’s main opponent in the election. It’s no wonder I found him so imposing, or why he resembles the King so much. “Well, what more could we want in a Luna.” The Prince remarks, not sounding like he means a single word of this. “In fact, your loving display has inspired me! What’s say we play a game, to celebrate your new family?”

It's okay for me to have a hard time at first if in the end it will bring back too much. I admire the Prince in front of me even more now. I’m obsessed with the mindset he has. In this kind of conversation, I gradually got to know him. The Prince I only often see talk to and I thought I would never be with him for this long, now I can get discouraged. The third Son, Prince of King Valor, was kind. It is only blocked by his ruggedness and coldness.

♡VIRANICA POV♡ how can my prince be like this no he is not at all my prince he is fake all the time he enjoyed with girls being around me how can he play with my emotions I believed him I loved him I cared for him how can he cheat on me how can he lie he is fake he is fake sobb mom he is not good mom he is bad mom sobbb the prince I loved is not him he is not good person he is not the man I dreamed about

He does not seem pleased because he reaches for me but I’m out of reach. From a bit of a distance I notice more about him. He’s very tall and built, like most males, he is clean shaven, those eyes capture me for a moment, then his perfect dusty blonde hair. But more importantly the crown that sits atop that dusty brown hair. This is the Prince. I can feel realisation hit as my breathing speeds up and I drop into a deep bow. “Your Majesty.” My voice barley audible. I’ve heard stories of The Prince, we all have. Stories of his ruthlessness, violence, cruelty. Stories of his love of females as nightly companions. Bad, horrible stories.

“Indeed. You’re but an insect of level Eight! For the prince himself to notice you would be an honor! What’re you hesitating for?!” The others began to clamor with their opinions. The prince smiled widely, pleased at the situation. He knew Zephyr would put down his pride and follow him. After all, he was but an insect. No matter how strong he was, he would still end up becoming the prince's lapdog.

I felt out of place. "My prince, if you would permit me to leave, I do not wish to inconvenience you." I lowered my gaze as I spoke. There was a lesser chance of me swooning at his looks and the reaction of my body to him if I did so. "You can call me by my name though." He sounded amused. I looked up surprised again. He was nothing like the ruthless prince I had imagined from people's tales. The Northern prince was as frosty as ice, they said. I had never met anyone from the South but I imagined he would be the same as his brother.

Hera and the prince are more like Inmates because they could see each other, but they can't move closer. I walked to the dungeons and opened the door with the key the guard gave me. I entered and bowed. I placed the food on the floor and bent down. "Hey" I whispered and he looked up, every sign of Royalty has completely left the Prince, he looked more like a pauper. "What's your name?" I asked and he smiled. "You're new here, aren't you?" He replied as he started eating. "Yes.... I am new and I will save you all" I replied and the prince bursted in laughter. It took a while for him to stop.

"They will fight to avenge the late king and kill your father. Do you understand that, your highness?" He nodded his head. "I do. Believe me, I do. but.." he paused and genuinely smiled, "I could see just how kind the prince is. Shaun. I could see it in his eyes. He may hide behind his menacing eyes and voice, but his eyes is like a vast land. It could put someone at ease." I laughed again with both of my hands in my stomach.