Love was something she hadn't fully experienced. She was the king, the heartbreaker. But this boy... he was something else.
It was hard for the king to decline such a sweet person.
So she tried to continue her life.
All day. Everyday. Talking to him. Saying sweet things.
This was new to the king. She'd been the "boy" in her last relationship. Now? Things were different.
She was sad. It seems this lover had taken her confidence and everything happy about her and ran with it.
It wasn't her.
She tried hard to maintain life as a king and a pretty girl. The compliments were great. But they made her sick.
It shocked her how this guy had intruded her life to make her something she wasn't. She picked her head up and told herself that she could still reign.
"Yes, I'm that guy."
The king. The one of confidence, intelligence, and beauty. Nothing could change that. She didn't want to break his heart.
Love was something she hadn't fully experienced.
She had no choice. She didn't answer his texts so often. She didn't want to be trapped. She was the king.
And not even some young love could stop her from ruling.
