{×4 𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝}
Book 1 of the Run series.
Get ready for a thrilling world as we probe the life of Asher, a young prince who is undergoing a series of rigorous princely lessons to prepare for his future as King, and Tristan, the son of the most...
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Tristan lunged at her, she blocked his attack with her sword. He ducked and did a leg sweep.
The princess threw a backflip, partly landing smoothly. Tristan dashed, with a sharp glint in his eyes. She froze, her stare moved to the dagger on her neck. "You win."
A smile formed at the corner of his lips. He grabbed Asher's hand then ran into the forest.
"That was amazing! Is it just me or you've gotten a lot cooler," the prince said.
"I don't know," Tristan smiled sheepishly.
"Can I visit your house? I still don't know where you live," Asher said.
"Okay, I'll take you there."
They passed through the shortcut and got to the next town. They stopped at a decent timbered building.
"We're here," Tristan opened the wooden door.
Asher's eyes widened at the crowd, the family members greeted Tristan and some of them gaped at Asher, whispering with dilated eyes.
Darius ran to Tristan, then smiled as he noticed Asher. "Oh, you brought your boyfriend this time."
Steam escaped Tristan's ears like an overheated kettle. "He's not my boyfriend!"
"Yeah..." Asher said.
They both darted to him, Tristan's surprised face turned to a smug. "You see? Asher knows-"
"Tristan is the man of my dreams, not a mere boyfriend."
"What!" his jaw dropped to the rug.
His father grinned. "Come, son-in-law, let me show you around."
Asher skipped, giggling like a child. "Okay, Dad."
Tristan stared, dumbfounded, as they walked away. What just happened?
His Dad hastened the tour until the last. "This is Tristan's room," he opened the door slightly. "As you can see, I upgraded it to a bed for two."
"Ohh..." Asher slowly nodded.
"Tristan can't stay a day without talking about you," Darius said. "Asher likes this, Asher hates that, Asher does this, Asher does that, blah blah blah."
Asher laughed as his father mimicked him. Tristan marched to them with a frown. "Dad!" he half-yelled with a faint blush.
Darius faked a smile at Tristan's glare. "I'll be going now."
Tristan's eyes followed him until he was out of sight then he darted to Asher. "Ignore him.
The silence choked the air with a pungent smell of awkwardness.
We've been standing outside the room. Isn't it weirder if I invite him in? I might sound like a pervert.
His father poked his head from the entrance. "Don't just stand there, he's our guest, welcome him."
