CHAPTER THREE

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(A/N:I think this chapter's gonna be in Dominic's point of view.Yeah it is.BTW fell free to comment on what ideas you have for the story to continue.I always love to hear others opinion.)

DOMINIC'S POV...

      I leaned against a tree in the courtyard and stared at the mischievious prince I was assigned to look after.His sword skills were good.''Oi!Can you stop staring!''.I stared down at my feet and saw him glaring at me.Uh oh! His hands were o his hips and he was tapping a foot on the ground.I bowed.'

     'Yes,Your Highness''As soon as those words left my mouth,he slapped me.''Do I have to tell you to call me plain old Micheal?I hate being called 'Your Highness''

     I smirked.I guess I'm starting to like this royal very much to be honest.''It won't happen again...Micheal''.His face lit up with a smile.''That's more like it.I forgive you''he started to caress my cheek to sooth the pain.''This doesn't seem like something you would do that could get me switched with another guard''I muttered to myself.''Hm?''

     I shook my head and stood upright.''Hey,can you spar with me?I'm bored of just practicing techniques''he turned to me and put on a pleading face.I had to say yes.''Sure but I'll be taking it easy so I don't hurt you''He nodded happily. and skipped off as I trailed behind him.This sure is going to be interesting alright.

    We both lay on the grass and watched the sunset together.It was so calming and relaxing.''Hey!''I stared at Micheal in confusion.''Hm?''.''Do you...wanna know why I act the way I do?''He crossed his arms under his head and looked away.''I mean..can I know?''

     ''The thing is...''he paused and turned to look at me.''I...have been hurt by the people I care about and I care about everyone in my live....believe me,even the lowest of the low but...I just don't want to be hurt anymore.I'm scared that if I show my weak side,I'll be betrayed again''.I was speechless.''You don't believe me,huh?I get it,it's just cheezy and pitiful''

     He got up and ran away before I could even say anything.''Micheal...wait!''.He was gone.I gripped my shirt and gritted my teeth.So...this is how he must have felt.I felt bad for him.''Those betrayers need to be punished''.

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