Hey guys! I know its been a long time but im back. Ill try to update every friday and sunday.
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Oh my god... He's so damn..gahh. He looks familiar though. Kinda hating him though because he just messed up $10,000 gold pieces worth of a dress. God mum is going to kill me.
"Dude watch where you're going next time okay!"
"Well I think that it was you who actually bumped into me."
I smirked at him"Trying to be smart with me, eh? I'll have my sister cut off head just for that. Guards!!"
He just had a cheeky grin plastered all over his face. Be fore he tried to reply. My guards came.
"Princess Arielle are you okay, are you hurt?"
"No I'm not fine you dimwit. Take this man to the dungeon, he is to be hung tomorrow at day break."
The guards looked up at the man and froze.
The man smiled.
"Ehem! Are you going to help me up or not. Either way I think you will if you value your lives."
The guards helped me up to my feet and still froze in place.
My family and Prince Niall started to leave the meeting room and heading my way.
"Oh great!"I thought.
And apparently green eyes over here can read my mind because he started to smirk devishly at me.
"What are you looking at. You're gonna be dead tomorrow."
"Is that so...Princess Arielle."he said.
I think he's English. He has to be.
"Arielle, honey I thought you were going to retired to your chambers for the night? Are you alright, we hat happened?"
"Mum I was but then Mr. I want to be smart with the princess of France here got on my nerves, so I sentenced him to death at day break tomorrow." I pointed in the man direction.
Everyone looked at him
"And these puny guards wouldn't even take him into custody".
"Harry!"exclaimed Prince Niall.
"Hello lad, how've you been?"
"I should ask you that question sire."
"Wait what you two know each other. And why are you calling him sire. Hes just some peasant or cook the apparently is good with his hands. Explaining your cholthes. And why are you all bowing?"
He came closer to me and my family backed up. He put his hands around my exposed waist. His large fingers pulled me forward.
I was pressed against his hard and muscular chest. Oh my god he's probably looks like at a statue under his shirt.
Glory to god, hes flexing his chest muscles. And it feels so good.
"I do think you ought to bow like the rest. Or you'll have to spend the rest of my stay in my chambers..."his hot breath whispered in my ear.
"Well first you have hot breath. Second I'm not going to anyone's chambers and or bowing to you. Who ever you are mister." I whispered sexily into his ear whilist slapping him on his chest.
I felt him tense. He grunted as well.
"Darling, I'm Harold Styles King of England
But you can call me Harry."
And with that he walked away.
Soo...what do guys think will happen next.
Rach.x
