NOT ROYALE ENOUGH [18+]

16.

❥ CHRIS ❥

"Alfred?"

"Yes, Your Highness."

Alfred was beside me as always as I left Sarah's room. Her reaction when I asked her out still clouded my mind.

She was shocked.

The way her plump lips almost parted when she was unsure what to say, or the way she bit her lips to hold back any rude insults whenever I upset her, did things to me.

I didn't know why I brought up the idea, but I was glad I did. Ever since that interview, ever since she looked at me so deeply, touching my hand as though she claimed me in front of the press lady, my chest felt itchy.

I hated it.

I hated how she went back to normal immediately after the woman left. I hated how her warm hand left mine with such speed, as though it irritated her.

Did I look like a fucking virus?

My jaw clenched in annoyance, which amused me. I stopped walking when I noticed a nearby mirror along the hall. The expression on my face surprised me, and I chuckled silently.

What's wrong with me?

It hasn't even been a week and she's already taking over my mind.

Maybe asking her out was a mistake.

I turned back, staring at her door, wondering if I should just tell her I was joking but...

"...You don't need to force yourself to get to know me."

"But I want to," I whispered to myself. I wasn't sure how my reaction came across when I told her that, but thank fuck it seemed believable.

Sighing, I pushed a few strands of hair back; they felt longer, which meant I needed a haircut before Mother started complaining.

I checked my watch. It was three-thirty a.m.

"I guess it's tea time, then, Alfred." I glanced at Alfred, informing him. He nodded, his frown deepening as he spoke. "I'm afraid so, my prince."

I hate royalty.

I rolled my white sleeves as I began walking towards the garden, preparing myself for what was to come.

As I walked, my skin crawled with an unknown itch each time the silence of the palace swallowed me whole. I always hated when it was quiet. Maybe that's why I usually brought women to my bed-their noises distracted my mind whenever I thought about the disappearance of my brother, Prince Elliot.

Finally, the outside breeze touched my face, the air greeting me with its heat. I strolled deeper into the garden as maidens bowed and greeted me, which I ignored.