Madalin is a member of a royal family that rules over a country named Lysteria. She's brave, bold, smart, yet gentle and caring all the same. The princess dreams of running away from the shackles of a royal life, while her parents try to keep her ca...
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Think, Hadrian. Think.
The prince chanted this in his head with every step he took down the corridor. His head was bent down so he could glare at the floor, purely out of concentration. Both his hands were tucked into the pockets of his black pants, that he had paired with a white dress shirt.
Hadrian was on his way towards his cousin's chamber. His expectation of finding him there were low already, and the idea that Edmund would let him enter sounded impossible. Although he knew he had done nothing wrong and Edmund was merely frustrated that day, Hadrian's paranoia thought otherwise.
The shoulder of another person collided into his and pulled him to reality. He shot his gaze towards the person responsible, and when he realized it was Madalin, he relaxed. She did too, and the princess brought a light smile on her lips to mirror Hadrian's.
"Good evening."
"Good evening your highness." He grinned in return. Hadrian suddenly felt guilty, because seeing the princess reminded him that he ditched a training session. That was for good reason, but he still felt guilty.
"I-"
"Oh its quite alright."
Hadrian blinked a few times at Madalin's sudden statement, So it seemed that she may have read his mind. Her reassuring smile did put his anxiety at ease, and it was as if all his sheepishness crumbled away. Madalin was quick to notice how his face visibly brightened.
"Where are you headed so tensely?" She asked with hidden worry. Madalin had never seen Hadrian so... uncertain. He was usually if not always a ball of sunshine, so to see a dark cloud hover over him today was concerning, but not surprising.
"I'm going to check up on Edmund."
Silence. No one said anything after that. It was more that Hadrian gave Madalin an opportunity to piece things together, and she cursed herself out internally for asking him that.
"What about you? Whose arse are you going after this time?" He teased with a smirk, and Madalin scoffed a laugh. Hadrian didn't know how accurate his jab was, and she didn't plan on letting him know. Her motto at the moment was just one; the fewer the people know, the better.
"I'm going to Ethen's main plaza for a shopping spree."
Hadrian didn't know how to respond. He couldn't believe a word that Madalin had uttered, and his face made that known. His lips parted and his eyes squinted as he observed her. Madalin folded her hands upon noticing his scrutiny.
