Your majesty

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~𝙍𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙮~

𝔉𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔩𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔢𝔯. How I have complete and utterly mastered it. I fake laughed at a girls story. She was holding unto my arm as if my arm was her life source. Her cleavage completely pushed up against my arm. I hid the annoyance from my face and replaced it with a smile. I didn't not retain a single thing in her story. All I could think was, why did I agree to come to thing wedding if no one knew who I was? I cursed Marlowe in my head for the hundredth time that night. The party wasn't bad, but it wasn't something I'm use to. I spotted Marlowe waving him over with my eyes. One way to take this girl off my arm is Marlowe.

      Marlowe laughed with the other person patting the guys arm and started walking towards me with the smirk that was alway lanced on his face. I gave him a face but quickly replaced it when I saw someone looking my direction. I smiled at the Prince and cleared my throat.

      "Prince Marlowe, let me introduce you to—" Fuck, I forgot her name. 

      "Ally," the girl said slowly loosing her grip on my arm completely entranced by Marlowe.

      I chuckled. "Ally, she's a lovely lady. She was telling me this fascinating story."

      Marlowe smiled at Ally. "You don't say. She sure does look lovely. You look stunning Ally."

      Ally's face turned a deep shade of red. She looked between me and Marlowe. "Well, its amazing meeting you both. I hope to have you two for a night."

      Marlowe grabbed her arm. "Why are you leaving? We just started our conversation."

      She smiled. Her smile radiated because her eyes were smiling as well and her cheeks show signs of pink. "I am not worthy on speaking with you, Prince Marlowe."

      Marlowe smirked. "Yet, you believe you are worthy to lay in bed with me."

      This time, she smirked but it was a soft one. A light hearted one. "I do think, it does not take much to be laying on your bed, Prince Marlowe."

      "Meet me later?" Marlowe asked her.

      "I'll be wherever you want me to be," with that she left.

      I faced Marlowe. "That was the most disgusting conversation."

      Marlowe snorted. "At least, I'm having fun and will be having fun later when lights are out."

      I huffed out air. "Sure, Marlowe. I still think you have at least three kids somewhere."

      "I don't have kids," he said.

      "I don't believed that," I said scanning the room.

      This place was suffocating. Too many people. My jaw hurts from smiling. My eyes immediately spotted Nymeria. My body became less tense. She was sitting all alone. I faced Marlowe. "Are you not going to give your sister company?'

      Marlowe looked over at her. "I'll be there in a moment." He then looked at me with a smirk and his eyebrows danced. "I can see hearts all around," he sung.

      "Fuck off," I said rolling my eyes.

      "Hey, we talked about that, don't curse here. I don't want you to get in trouble. And you're my plus one," Marlowe said looking around. "Espen's coming. Behave.

      I frowned. "I'm always well behaved."

      "I wasn't talking to you," Marlowe said.

      Was he talking to himself? What a weird friend I had. I couldn't help but smile at that.