{×4 𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝}
Book 1 of the Run series.
Asher Banks, the prince of Ashernia, is kidnapped. Not only does this event precipitate the adventurous life he had always dreamed of, but it also leads him to the path of Tristan Bradford. Something a...
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Asher sighed and darted to the bouquet. "Rose, tulip, lily, peony, and sunflower."
Tristan's eyes dilated. "Wow, you're good."
Asher smugged. "I know."
There was a short pause, Tristan spoke. "What's your best flower?"
"Hmm... best flower," Asher looked at the ceiling. "Daisy, it symbolises true love, because it's a blend of two flowers. I like daisies."
Tristan darted to his shoes as guilt tugged his heartstrings. "Y-You know a lot about flowers, it's impressive." …
Scarlet noticed a small smile at the corner of his lips, she stopped Asher on his way to the throne room. "This is the second time you're smiling out of the blue this week, what's going on?" she squinted.
"Me? Smile? I don't know what you're talking about." Asher said with indifference.
"C'mon! Spill some tea, who is it? King Ace?" she grinned.
"No!"
"Oh, a new lover then?"
"No, Scarlet, it's nothing," he said walking away.
But you applied more foundation today.
Scarlet observed him from afar, then rubbed her chin. "Hmm... suspicious." …
Asher double-checked the environment before locking the door. Tristan arrived in a second with two packages. "Hungry? I made lunch."
Asher sat down and Tristan followed, his hand stretched. "Take, this is yours."
"Thanks, but I'm not hungry," Asher looked the other way.
"Can you just take a spoon? Please," Tristan said.
"Just a spoon," he opened the lid. A sweet aroma washed Asher's face, he was tempted to taste it when he paused with widened eyes.
"Don't worry, it's not poisoned," Tristan scooped from his plate and chewed. "See?"
Asher's eyes sparkled as he took a spoon. "This is good!" he rushed the food.
Tristan smiled at his reaction. "Thank you, I'm glad you like it." I miss this cute face. …
Asher washed the dye off his hair, he gradually went back to his bright colour aesthetics, after four years.
Tristan's eyes dilated as he walked in that afternoon.
Asher looked away. Why is he staring... I should say something.
His heart thumped in his chest, Asher pulled on his clear polished nails and drew circles with his foot. "I-I changed my wardrobe, again."
Tristan gently took his hands."You look gorgeous." He glimpsed at Asher with a smile, "I miss this look."
Asher's heart fluttered, his cheeks turned pink. "Thanks." …
