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I ask, that successfully shuts Kiara up and if I didn’t need an answer to the stalker-like question, I would have forced her to stay like that. “The prince?” I bop my head in a nod once. “None that I heard of,” she frowns. “You remember I told you people even thought he was gay because he didn’t look at women at all. Prince Zanders is the one that has been involved in so many scandals.” She shakes her head and blows out a breath. “But Prince Ezra, has a clean slate as far as I know.” “And you’re not saying this because you think I like him?” I ask, just to be sure.

“I’ve only come to pay my respects.” “In… in this manner?!” She yells, face rumpled in disgust as she takes in his appearance. “You’re barely dressed. You barged in here with whores and you reek of alcohol! Why on earth do you keep tainting the royal family’s name?! Don't you have any respect for the king or the crown prince?!” There’s pleading and desperation in her voice, emotions I think are enough to make the drunken prince feel remorseful but instead, he laughs.

Thou I was busy in taking in everyone’s attention, I still had enough attention span to listen to story. It happened in the 19th century. Prince Luthur was 20 years old. He was the crown prince, the one who will succeed the thrown when King Julius passes down the throne. He was an enchanting man that many women fawn upon. Both good looks and intelligence were his assets since young. He was also known to be grounded thou being a prince. There were multiple reports that he would escape the palace gates then pretend to be a commoner. As a commoner he would work at one of the vegetable stores in the market as an errand boy who runs around by what his boss tells him. It was too funny to think tha

"I thought the Queen turned you into a rug years ago." "She considered it." Viktor smiled, revealing fangs that were far too long for his mouth. "But I’m much better at pouring wine than being a floor decoration. And look at you. Bringing a Muse into the Sanguine Palace. Bold. Or desperate." "We're here for Hecate." Aradaa stepped forward, his silver veins pulsing. "Move aside, blood-sucker." Viktor’s eyes shifted to Aradaa’s stomach. He tilted his head. "Ah. The cargo. The little Prince who will end the world. Or save it. The bets are currently three-to-one in favor of the apocalypse."

Trying to hide his smile, he drank his water. "Prince," she called him. "Are you fucking with me?" The prince almost spat out his drink as he heard her words. "Am I what?" "I am asking if your just going to fuck with me." "Wha-I mean—why?" "Because, prince Hazan, I am not here to fuck around." "If you are going to just try and mess with me, just don't." "By that, what do you mean?"

I smiled at the way he looked cute and hopeless. He shrugged then said, “Most fairies haven’t really experienced happy ever afters. Most of us have sad beginnings. I lost my mom and dad before I could babble my first word.” He paused and looked at me making sure I was paying attention to what he was saying. “Take Rian for example, or Prince Rian as I love to call him, Prince Rian was royalty. His father was King of the fairy world. That was until his own brother betrayed him wiping out the royal family.”

His size ment he hit the ground hard and I scrambled on top stradling him and pining him beneath me. "This isn't wrestling." he grunted. "I could easily throw you off Kayda." he added. "But you haven't." I grinned shifting my hips slightly. "Because I don't want to hurt you." he said. " get off." he added through gritted teeth. "Nope Prince Eoin." I smirked emphasising his title Prince and popping the P disrespectfully. "Besides you already hurt me so kiss it better." I smirked leaning dangerously low to him and pushing out my split lip.

DON'T WORRY, YOU ARE SAFE. The_real_prince_charming ...WOAH. Chloe_awesome_scott I MEAN, IF WE LOOK AT IT, YOU ARE NOT EVEN HUMAN, YOU ARE A PRINCE. JUST LIKE THOSE FAIRYTALES. The_real_prince_charming ... BUT, PRINCES ARE HUMANS TOO. Chloe_awesome_scott ONE OF THEM WAS A FROG THOUGH! BY MAGIC! The_real_prince_charming WHAT?! WHAT KIND OF MESSED UP FAIRYTALE IS THAT?

The Prince sighed, regarding me a moment as though gauging how much to share before he threw his hands up, walking backward to stare out the window where Darlene had broken through. “No one knows Alexander. Boy was an orphan. No living relatives that we know of, likes to keep to himself,” The man parroted, kicking the glass shrapnel to the side with one side of his boot, before glancing up at me and smiling again. “Frankly Chief, I reckon it suits me just fine. I like hearing myself talk more than anything.” Prince raved, walking to stand in front of me now and staring bemusedly at my wife who I still kept well away from him, behind me.