Part 2

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"That's all it says" said the master.
"Almighty north princess?, do they mean princess charlotte?" Asked falcon, his expression hardening.
"Mhn, what a pretty girl she is"
"She's a spoiled brat."
Falcon was obviously not pleased with that information. He seemed skeptical.
"This is so-" falcon was about to say.
"Hush! I'm not your therapist, so stop complaining and give me my money" exclaimed master Antonio excitedly.
Falcon threw the money on his face, as the old geezer shouted "ow!!". Falcon turned around to walk away and looked back at him, his brown siren eyes pierced through the geezer.

"Selfish bastard." Muttered falcon in a quiet voice, but that was still loud enough for his old master to hear. Before his master could object, he just walked out and slammed the door. Falcon was raged. He didn't want to marry the princess. He's met her before, as she's one of his fans.

He could recall it, she bragged about her parents money, made fun of peasants and orphans even though falcon was both of them and is still an orphan, tried to flirt and cross his boundaries. The princess knows about the destiny and is quite pleased about it, but there is no way in hell falcon would marry her.
"over my dead body" he mumbled to himself, disgusted at just the thought of marrying her. The next day falcon received a formal letter, it was from the king himself asking what they plan to do for the marriage. "What we plan to do? I haven't even agreed yet! This is outrageous!" Falcon thought to himself.


Editors note: I know this one is a little shorter but 🐻 w/ me pls. I'm just a 12 year old 8th grader 😭

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