I'm walking side by side next to my fabrizo my brother. He's so much taller than me. I look up to me as he explains how everything works around the training room.
"how was the training with Damien?" he asks, shooting me a glance, concern, sympathy. I think he feels bad that I was in a room alone with Damien, the grumpiest Prince from Italy.
"he didn't insult me, surprisingly. He's a good teacher, but he always looks pissed" I point out as I look ahead, he chuckles in response
"well Yeah- he's angry, but he's respectful. He's a Prince morana." I nod.
"it's good that you two get along the slightest, now perhaps, someone wants to see you" he says as he nudges his head towards Marcus, who is walking towards us, I freeze.
"hello" he says. i smile. i hate the way im already hot, this man is beautiful. hies eyes are dripping with honey same as his smooth voice.
"hi" i say in a quieter voice than intended. "did you tell her whats today..?" he asks fabrizo,the look at eachother for a moment, im confused.
turns out this is my first ever mission. mission. all the royals will be here, mine and damiens siblings. we will fight among others,i almosted lashed out cause i thought we were killing but no it is just gonna be a fair fight, atleast i hope.
we have to into teams of too,i already have mine, marcus. how will i focus? how will i fight? i barley know how to do anything.
my thoughts get interrupted by a man with such energy that i could sense it from a hill, just cause how mencaing and arrgoant it is. damien.
"go to morgana, ill take it from here." he says as hes walking towards me and marcus, a tight expression and low eyes that look darker than usual, he looks stressed and in a rush.
"w-what?" marcus slurs out, unaware of what his brother means. if i were to speak, i would stutter too.
"move. i said ill take her cause i said so. go to morgana." he says in a higher tone now, great, now he wants to be a TEAM with me. marcus waves his hands in the air in frustation and backs away. "she has a name you know!" marcus exclaims, almost shouts. he looks pissed off, on the other hand damien demenour is unbothered and blank. "ill take morana as my teamate, now go, stronzo." he says oddly calmly,i am not half suprised how marcus listening to him and left, with angry mumbles as he left.
he stands besides me. he looks at my sword in my hand, the way im nervously clutching it. then he looks at my face. i hate this.
"what" i ask. he takes a short pause before responding. "no one will kill you, if you get hit more than 3 times, you leave or you come right behind me, is that clear morana?" he says, as in its an order, well it is. my brows furrow slightly. "why?" i ask, even know it will push him to the edge for not agreeing straight away. he takes a quick, short breath. "because you will get injured badly, you dont want that, do you?" he says calmly, but i can feel his anger spiking.
"they might kill me right?" i ask, my frustation growing because they are treating this as a childs play, murder. "they might. we need to stop treating you like a triggerd child when we talk about this, i cant control the fight morana they might be deaths!" he explains, his voice only getting louder and loader by ever word hes saying, there it is, hes yelling at me.
my hand on my sword tightens until i feel the handle against my flesh, i clench my jaw too. i did not sign up for this, to come here to fight or to be anywhere this callous monster.
"much rather die than come beside you"
"we will see."
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shattered crown
RomanceMORANA LARSON. She was just a normal student-until the royal military knocked down her door. She's the Italian youngest lost princess. She meets an arrogant Prince there who hates her as much as he wants to slip a ring down her finger. They are roy...
