The Prince's Servants

chap 8

OKAYY SO thnx for reading

buh bye lovelies!❤️

FOR ISRAEL 🩵

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DARROW POV

we both walked into my bedroom and her expression changed right when i closed the door along with mine

"im gonna change" i said walking past her to the closet 

she didnt say anything just a blank expression looking at me

i came out of the closet to meet her in a nightgown that just looked like a dress that would be casual her bright red hair was up in a bun and she was sitting on the side of the bed with her legs together

i sighed and stated the obvious,

"you look uncomfortable"

she shrugged "one of the duties of being a princess i guess"

she hopped off the bed and went over to me

she was short maybe 5 inches shorter than me so she had to look up to speak to me

but that did not slow her confidence

she shoved she pointer finger at my chest

"i am never gonna like you blondie" she started

"i am gonna marry you for my mother and father and my kingdom. and i will hate every single second of it"

a smiled a bit 

"thats one thing we have alike princess."

she looked stunned that i agreed with her

this poor girl i felt bad

"go to my closet and pick something that dosent look like you are attending a ball"

she nodded and thanked me and came back out wearing a sweatshirt and shorts

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i sat at the bar of my engagement party it was late and Remus wont stop talking about how me marrying this girl will help the kingdom.

Iselia was off with some boy in the gardens and i couldn't care less.

i took a swig from my bottle the red liquid draining i felt like i couldn't stop

i held up the empty bottle and asked the bartender for another

he did as he was told giving me another bottle in exchange for the empty one

i drank it happily taking half the bottle then a gasp for air then the rest of the bottle

"you might wanna slow down" the bartender commented

"dont wanna be too hungover for your wedding tomorrow aye?" his accent was thick i could tell he was proboly from the kingdom of blood 

"who do you think you are telling we what to do?" i slurred fed up and frustrated

"do what you want, dont shoot the messenger" he protected himself

he sighed

"whats wrong its all over your face"

i didnt answer

"so your for another girl?" he asked handing a lady a cocktail

"you could say that" i said taking a swig of my drink again