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Who knows if we share the same alphabet, but he understood my English quite well when I asked if I was in America. Prince charming sighed heavily and shook his head. "Can you write it down?" He shook his head again. He was in a rudimentary cave; he may not have learned how to read or write. The thought paralyzed me in fear. That was all I ever did. I wrote and read and he didn’t have any of those things.

"My queen Akila is here ,I cut her words short , seeing the book I gave Nanuet yesterday floating in the air with all glory. The book layed on the bed after floating for a while ,it opened up to a particular page and a letter was on the page . It read :I HAVE EXAMINED THE PRINCESS CLOSELY AND SHE IS A FIGHTER ,SHE DESERVES THE BEST , FROM WHAT I HAVE GATHERED ,JUST BEING A CARING WIFE WILL NOT HELP HER GET THE PRINCE , THE SOLUTION TO THIS PROBLEM, I HAVE GIVEN TO YOU IS IN THIS PAGE , IT'S YOUR CHOICE TO ABIDE BY IT .

Everything about him reminded me of my favorite male lead character from my all time Romance book “ Make Me Yours Tonight” “About your test,some of you did well while others not so well” Mr Richard said distributing our scripts. “Good job Stephanie.” He said to me while dropping my script. I was so surprised to find out I had an A. English was the only subject I had struggled to get an A for weeks now . It was either a B or C . The smile on my face was second to none. I was still staring at my script when Mr Richard announced that he was giving us a break for 30 mins. He walked out of the class leaving those who were rejoicing rejoicing and those who were mad mad.

"It's too hot out here. Take Liam Jr. back inside." She tried to hand the boy over, but the "Little Prince" was uncharacteristically stubborn. He wound his small arms around her neck with a strength that surprised her, his face flushed with a mixture of heat and sheer indignation. He shook his head violently at the butler, his dark eyes—so like his father's—burning with silent fury. He wouldn't leave her to suffer alone.

ATHENA “Will you pick me up again, Mummy?” my little prince asks, his voice hopeful and sweet. I turn to face him with a huge smile. “Of course, baby. I will. I can even pick you up every day! Is that what you want?” He nods eagerly, his curls bouncing as I lift him into my arms and start tickling his sides. He bursts into laughter, wriggling with delight. “Mummy, stop! You’re making me laugh!”

She knew its probably a horrible idea, but the Prince was drawn away somewhere unexpectedly, so indeed, he’d be gone long enough for her to peek inside quickly. She took a chance and flipped it open as she made herself comfortable on the chair. The first few pages were just notes about innocuous things, atleast she hoped cause they were written in French. She also found some poems in the very same language as she skimmed through those. Next to some of the little writing illustrations started to appear, then later there were some whole pages dedicated to tiny poems. The next time she flipped the page, Celina was stunned. Mon cherie (smile)

Hands searching for grip on the second shelf. Up one level. Then another. Three. Four. Five. Now he was high enough. His hand could reach The Little Prince. His fingers touched the book's spine with small triumph. But when he pulled the book out, there was resistance. The book was stuck between two other books packed tight. Junior pulled harder. The book came free suddenly. And the momentum made Junior lose his balance. He tried to grab the shelf to steady himself. But his hand slipped. His small body fell backward in horrifying slow motion.

Even with the evening wind blowing hard, thunderstorms, or pitch-dark nights during a dead moon, the light stood tall into the sky. I sat under a tree, gazing far toward the western border, where that light continuously and faithfully called for the dragon queen. Would she really come in the end? “Mommy!” My daydream ended as a small hand tugged on my skirt. The little prince, four years old, called for my attention with a beaming smile between his chubby cheeks. “Yes, little prince,” I said, bending down to hold his hand. “It’s daddy! He brings the flowers!” His voice was loud, so joyful to see his father fulfilling his promise to bring lupine flowers to Edelweiss Hill.

“Thank you, Your Highness.” He giggled. “You’re funny.” “I’ve been told,” I winked. Suddenly, the sound of footsteps echoed down the hallway. I froze. The little prince looked up, sensing it too. His tiny body stiffened. “Are you supposed to be here?” I whispered. He shook his head slowly. I quickly stood and wiped his hands with a towel, then whispered, “Hide behind the flour sacks, quickly. Don’t come out until I say.” He obeyed without a word, scurrying behind the pantry curtain and disappearing just as the kitchen door opened.

My little prince, once so untouchable, now carried the evidence of my claim hidden under his expensive suit. I switched feeds and watched him climb into a cab, then followed him through the city until he reached Vane Capital. He walked into my building like he belonged there. He kept his head high and his back straight, but I saw the slight hitch in his gait. The way he favored one side. Perfect.