Romance Slow burn.
Tyra had been a servant for almost all her life for the current king, working and slaving under his orders. Until Theodore takes a liking to her and she becomes the season star. Will their love survive the wrath of the new king?
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Third person Pov
When Tyra turned around in the bed she felt a breath on her and she opened her eyes to the sleeping prince. She took the time to notice how admirable he looked when his mouth is closed. She started reaching to touch his face but jumped at his words.
"Can you stop staring at me?" The Prince opened his eyes, with a deep raspy voice.
"I'm sorry, Sir." Tyra backed up almost to the edge since Theodore had inched all into her space throughout the night.
"It's fine." he yawned turning towards the other side of the mattressand falling back asleep.
"I have to go to work." Tyra got up from the bed beginning to leave out of the room but she felt strong arms yank her back in.
"Don't go." The raspy voice whispered to her delivering butterflies in her gut.
"I'll get in trouble..."
"No, you won't it's fine." She sighed and laying back down on the bed,and they drifted back to sleep.
A few hours later Theodore woke up feeling around the bed lightly peeking for Tyra. He noticed she was still sleeping and crept out of bed quietly.
When Tyra woke up The Prince was gone and she sighed getting out of bed, looking for her clothing. She couldn't recall where she put it.
She groaned and then heard a knock at the door. Then remembering what happened last night. She started thinking about what would occur if someone saw her in here by herself.
"It's me, Tyra." The Prince's voice came from the other end of the door and Tyra sighed in relief unlocking the door.
