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After he got inside, he closed the window and pulled me into a new room. "Will Wesley get executed?" I curiously asked and his jaw tightened. "Will you get the throne?!" I freaked out and he stopped and told me to shush it. I gulped before smiling awkwardly. "I won’t. We have another brother, Prince Edward. He will get the throne as he is the second oldest out of the three of us if Prince Wesley can’t find his mate," he explained and I nodded.

His gaze shifted between the girl and me. "What would you like to order sir?" She repeated herself with a smile on her face. "Anything she orders goes with me." He cracked his knuckles. "Your order will be coming up soon," she said and left. "Who is your favourite big brother Naija star?" I asked all of a sudden. "I like Prince and Laycon." "Why?" I tucked some strand of hair behind my ear. "Laycon is a child of grace, he is intelligent and answers to the theory of you do not judge a book by its cover." He wiggled his two fingers in my face.

He answered, he is well mannered I will give him that. Before I could answer a guy came over and spoke. “My prince, we have to leave now or we are going to miss our flight.” Oh, he is a prince, interesting. “Am coming.” He told the guy who I assume is his personal guard since he is a prince. “You are a prince, Like a real prince?” Kwezi asked him. “Yes, I am a real prince from the kingdom of Manzini in KZN but that is not what I pride myself with.” He answered Kwezi then turned to me.

“Today’s theme is 'Modern Royalty'. The first look is a dark velvet coat with satin slacks. The shoot will start in fifteen. We've already briefed the lighting and backdrop team.” I didn’t respond. She led me to the makeup room where two artists were waiting. I sat in the chair and let them go to work. Brushes grazed my cheeks. Someone dabbed concealer under my eyes. My brain tuned out everything. My body was there, but my mind wasn’t. It kept circling back to him. That stupid, quiet, tender human. The one I shoved away. The one who never shoved back. By the time makeup was done, I stood and changed into the outfit. A deep navy velvet coat, tailored and rich against the skin. I looked like a

That was Prince. What did he want? ***

Leah had her arms crossed angrily beside her not far away from where I stood. I nodded at the guards to bring Elaine to the front of the crowd, they did it not so gently like I ordered. She looks confused now. Good. I think the love potion worked in her favor instead of Leah since she served it to me. “I, Prince Killian Reagan of Grimwolf Kingdom, eject you, Elaine, as my mate and the Princess of Grimwolf Kingdom. And your punishment for using a love potion to lure me is to serve my soulmate however she deems fit.” I said in a steady powerful voice that rang in the room.

“What do you mean? Who are you, Gilan?” “My full name is Gilan June. I’m a prince, of this kingdom. My father is the king, and my mother is the queen.” Her eyes widen in shock. “Gilan… what? Why didn’t you tell me? I, I’m involved with the son of the king. This is dangerous. I could be in serious trouble.” She stands abruptly, panic flashing in her eyes. “I have to go. I can’t stay here. If the king finds out, I’ll be in danger. He might even… he might kill me!”

Do they really hate me because I don’t have a trust fund? One of the Princes enters the room, his eyes glued to his phone. It’s the guy with the raven black hair. He’s followed by an entourage of girls, some of them trying to cling onto his arms. But he pays them no attention, just continues studying whatever’s on his phone.

I let my eyes roll over his handsome features for a moment, he is so handsome. “Listen up, listen up! Everyone, wish our prince a happy 23rd birthday!” The crowd cheered. The DJ continued “You know we love you Brax, thanks for throwing this fucking awesome party!” My head snapped toward the DJ stand then back to Brax. The crowd got louder, but I couldn’t hear anything. Brax is not the prince… I sat straight up in my seat; my posture was no longer comfortable… “The prince's name is Jaxon Layden.” I said, my shock on full display. He bit his lip and grinned at me.