Prince smirked at me from across the table. My parents were arguing over who should get the gravy. They argue a lot.
"Mother, should we leave?" Prince asked, indicating towards me.
"Go on, Darling." Nicole said, sipping her wine glass.
He got up and grabbed my hand. I walked with him upstairs and sat on his bed. He sat in his desk chair.
"First day back and they are already arguing over fucking gravy!" I sigh
"I know, Princess. Y'know boarding schools in Switzerland, in the blistering cold, with horrid people and shitty teachers is the dream, but here where it is lovely is the fucking wasteland of the world." Prince said sarcastically.
"Fuck. Off" I sigh, lying down
"We are only away for a weeks, then we are back in hell."
"You have friends there." I remind him
"Shitty friends. You are the only person I can tolerate at the slightest. Madam Lestrade gave me a fucking 30 minute detention because I was being too loud. That bitch!"
I giggled, hugging a pillow.
"Listen. Only 6 weeks until it's Christmas break and then we can relax near the fireplace, drinking hot chocolate, wearing warm fuzzy socks and watching Christmas movies and then at the end of the year we are done with school! Hang in there."
"Ok, Princess."
Only he called me Princess. He did it since we were fourteen. I adored it.
"9:55 pm. I think it's your bedtime." I laughed, getting up.
Thunder boomed outside. "Open the window, Anastasia." He whispered. I opened it and stuck my head out.
"Shit!" I shouted. It was hailing and it bloody hurt. I banged my head on the window. "Oh for fucks sake!" I growled, closing the window and locking it.
Prince was laughing hysterically, on the bed. I threw a pillow at him and lay down. He adjusted himself so he was facing me. His hand slithered up my back, reaching my shoulder blades. I moved my leg over his thigh. We had a very touchy-feely kind of relationship. It was normal for us, it was one of our many unique friendship qualities.
"Tomorrow will be a good day." Prince sighed, his hot breath against my lips.
I nodded, eyes closed. "Goodnight, my Prince." I sighed.
"Goodnight, my Anastasia."
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I would give my soul for you
Romance"I love you. With you I feel peace" said he. "You don't love me." I muttered "Darling, I would give my soul for you." Prince Avila and Anastasia Quinn have been family friends for years, went to the same school and have shared everything with each...
