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She quickly broke her gaze and lowered her head. The prince briefly glanced at Leila as he walked past her; he seemingly had no intention of speaking with her. Taking a thick stack of letters in his hand from the large ironwood table by the window, he started to read the documents one by one. The prolonged silence gave Leila a small amount of confidence to peek at him again. The prince was a breathtakingly handsome young man, chiseled like a diamond. But she had never seen a more stern expression than his. He was the prince of the dragon kingdom, leader of the royal knights, and protector of King’s Harbor, after all. What could he possibly want from a girl like her?

I ask, looking around fearfully. "Stop moving my head around like that! It's giving me a headache." The Prince says, and I immediately miss my own body. "So?" I ask again, and he stays pondering silently for a while. "Oh, so the grand book of spells. Where is it though?" I ask suddenly, and he is shocked. "How do you know about that?" He asks, and I roll our eyes. "We are sharing the same brain, dummy. Now, where do we find this book of spells?"

In that respect he’d got off reasonably lightly… what he hadn’t got off lightly with was who his mate was. Well it wasn’t really who… Prince Christopher was a kind, caring and generous prince like his family. On the surface he liked what he saw, not that he’d ever given another male a second glance. But he had certainly given him a closer look at the ball while he danced with his sister. Deep golden walnut hair fell to his jaw, unlike usual, the thick hair had been waxed back, otherwise it always fell into his face. His sharp jaw and golden eyes the carbon copy of his father.

I pick the coziest shirt I can find and throw it over my head. When the prince comes back, he sees us all dressed up now, except Miles. He looks at Miles, threatening him with his eyes, but Miles doesn’t move. He's the demon of lust for a reason. He just sits there, feeling comfortable in his own skin. "I have information for you," the prince says. My heart is beating loudly, and the prince is gazing into space. I have a feeling it’s no good information. Have the plagues spread down here? What is so important he couldn’t even wait for us to get out of bed first before coming to our room?

I brought some food but I was still not visited by hunger so I chose to just wear earphones and quietly listen to music alone while reading the book The Two Prince. On the first night of April, a two Prince was born. The one is a white prince and the other one was black. The piano piece Fur Elise is what I often listen to. That fits in with the book I am reading. As the two grew up, the king and queen noticed the difference between the two princes and each other. As I move to a new page my fascination with the book I am reading deepens. It is soothing and captivating. The white prince behaves badly while the dark prince is kind. That is why the queen and king love the black prince even more.

It's okay for me to have a hard time at first if in the end it will bring back too much. I admire the Prince in front of me even more now. I’m obsessed with the mindset he has. In this kind of conversation, I gradually got to know him. The Prince I only often see talk to and I thought I would never be with him for this long, now I can get discouraged. The third Son, Prince of King Valor, was kind. It is only blocked by his ruggedness and coldness.

She said. "mmmm... Can I see the book? I mean if you want." The prince wanted to see the book. But Chenyin was scared to hand it over. "I promised to master that I- - -" "I won't open it. I will just want to touch it." He said. Chenyin gave the book to the Prince. The book was brown. It had a beautiful design on it. And it has also a lock on it. "Hey it has a lock on it. Did you notice?" He asked.

“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.

He pecked her forehead and moved inside the mansion. "Da...da… " She started crying. Her cheeks were red. Rani Sa gave her a pacifier and distracted her attention from her father by showing her birds and butterflies that were just flying around. "Kavya, look at those butterflies." She walked to the rare black rose on which a colourful butterfly was sitting. Princess Kavya tried to grab the butterfly. In the meantime, Prince Jai Singh showered. His chestnut hair was neatly combed. Droplets were dripping from his hair. He wore his black yoga pants and white polo t-shirt. After getting ready, he went down to meet his daughter and have breakfast. He was famished.

When I walked away, she still had her eyes closed, and I was sure her surrender to me was deep. After the escape, I finally seemed to tame her. My father was the type to crush his enemies, but my mother had also taught me very valuable lessons. It was possible to captivate people and gain their loyalty with a little affection. My parents loved books with the word "prince" in the title, but *The Prince* by Niccolò Machiavelli and *The Little Prince* by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry had very different philosophies on how we should live our lives.