Enchanting the Prince
He asks Buppig, but I can hear the smirk in his tone.
“No, of course…”
“He was my guide.” I jump in.
His brother, Hazdil, looks up at me. “And who are you?” He asks me.
Buppig glares at his brother. “Do you not know your Prince’s fated mate, your Princess and your future Queen, brother?”
Hazdil pales, looking up at me. “Pr…Pr….Princess?”
“Yes, that’s right. Princess Lily.” Buppig says.
Hazdil bows to me. “Princess, my apologies. I didn’t recognize you.” He looks up at me. “We have your phone, if you’d come with me, I can return it to you. Buppig, you can go.” His brother dismisses him.