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Her way of speaking, her walks and appearance were all changed. He would have landed her a blow for talking down his pride but he had to keep his cool. The heck!! She's the lost princess of the zhukou's clan. The one he had always wanted to meet with but unfortunately, he rejected her when he had the chance. Why? Because she wasn't rich then!! He messed it all up; and now it's up to him to make her like him. To make her accept him.

“Hey,” I called out, “Calm down. She’s not worth the energy,” Marie was already shaking her head before I could complete my sentence. “Don’t do that. Don’t calm down for any of them. You are not just a princess but a princess of this kingdom. You are to be respected. If you give them the opportunity, they’ll walk all over you,”

His posture, always so carefully controlled, faltered for just a heartbeat before he forced it back into place. I felt no triumph in it. I had thought, somewhere in the months since the rejection, that I might. Instead, I felt only the quiet, unremarkable truth of it: he had judged me by what he could see, and what he could see had never been the whole of me. That was his failure to carry, not mine to savor. My father's voice rose as we reached the front of the hall, carrying easily without needing to be raised. "Many of you have spent this past year among a young woman you knew by another name," he said. "I present my daughter. Princess Ariana Mooncrest."

“Marcus… stop this.” I raised a brow. “Stop what?” “This obsession,” she snapped, though her voice trembled slightly. “Over some girl who isn’t even of any royalty. She has no standing, no noble blood. She isn’t worth your throne, your strength, or your time. Yet you cling to her as if she defines you.” Her words struck me like a whip across my back. The sheer audacity of them made my blood boil. My jaw clenched, my fists curling so tightly my knuckles turned white.

I fumbled for the words. "I'm sorry, Sera... I know I failed you. I'll believe you. I promise. Please... just give me one more chance. I swear I'll love you properly this time." She settled back into her beach chair and picked up her juice. Her smile was as radiant as ever, but her eyes were cold. "Tell me," she said, her voice soft. "If this cup were to break, could you ever make it whole again?" She took a slow sip. "I'm happy now. You should go."

he asked. “I don’t even know what you are talking about, I am not a Princess.” I snapped. “Don't even try and play games, see I knew this was all a lie. I thought you were my friend, but you were just setting this up as a prank, well I am done!” I growled. “I don’t want to be here, I am renouncing my pack membership, and I am done being friends!”

At the end of it, she asked, wearing a confident smile and looking at her, I nearly scoffed. She thought I would fall for her suggestion, that greed would have me saying yes. Well, she didn't know me well enough. " The answer is still no, princess Ivy. Save your breath and stop wasting your time.. You are embarrassing yourself!" I spat, pure disdain coating my words. Her composure faltered, and her face went pale, at my rejection. She looked like she wanted to cry, to slap me, even, but she didn't. She clenched her fingers and took several deep breaths before her eyes locked on mine, hard, and unyielding.

I wanted to meet up with her friends after meeting Paris. I called her. She answered, 'I didn't say call me.. I said tell me when you're done with Paris.' "wanted to hear your voice.. And maybe tell you that I have something to do after Paris..." 'what princess...?' she said and then suddenly said, 'uh dude no. You can't put that there because it will fall and if it does you will owe me a quarter of a million, I'm sure your boss wont throw that at me.. Yes... Thank you that was nicely placed...' then she sighed, 'fuck.. Princess.. You were saying what are you doing after this?'

No! No! No! I covered my face with my hands. But the kid, being a… kid, didn't let me off the hook. "Have you never felt that before, Princess?" "Of course, not!" I cried angrily and turned to her dad. "For Mikla's sake, please, make her stop. This is torture!" But that damned mad was too busy laughing at my burning red face. "So, are you attracted to uncle Theo, Princess?" "YES! YES, I AM," I yelled, angry at the fact that I couldn't do shit against a five-year-old's magic. "He's my type, is that what you want to know?"

I said. “We need to talk.” she said, looking dead into my eyes. “We will. But before that, tell me why were you crying?” “I thought you misunderstood the dance…” “Princess, I know how these functions work and I also know how indecent it is to decline a prince of such a big pack when he asks you for a dance. I am sure he asked for the dance, right?” She nodded. “Yes.” “You wanted to decline it, but couldn’t, right?”