Novel & Cerita Prince

"You want my respect? You find it in the trash." Prince Chace closed his eyes and shook his head. His white blonde hair swishing back and forth. I may be imagining things but crystal like ice seemed to fall from his hair as he moved. Finally, he opened his eyes and looked at me. "Prince Chace Clevelan. Son of King Simon and Queen Titania. Younger brother of Prince Gregory and Princess Camille." He dipped a little before coming up and meeting my gaze. I nodded and did a little curtsy. "Yes. A pleasure to meet you. I'm Princess Rosalie.

Damn his killer smile and his dimples. "You know" I faced him, propping my left arm under my head "my prince charming is gonna have dimples just like you" I poked his cheek. He groaned "here we go again" I was pretty serious about the prince charming thing, I know that we dont live in a fairytale world but I believe there is a special person waiting for us. My special person must be super cute, tall, must have brown hair, blue eyes, dimples, and yes, pink lips. Yummy.

And why was he alone? "Well met, Lord Jarrah," I said slowly, deciding on courtesy. "I greet you." "The little princess has manners and all. Would you look at that?" Jarrah's grin was truly nasty, full of squirming sadism. Then it hit me: 'princess.' He'd been watching us too. Damn him. "I am in search of your prince," I said, not cracking. I narrowed my eyes, hoping to disguise the fear there. "I know he's here."