Every Prince Needs A Princess (Rivamika)

Chapter 9

~Levi's POV~ 

"Farlan, get me some wine..." I groaned, slamming myself on my soft, down bed.

"Yes, Your Highness,", bowing he got up from his seat and stepped out the door.

"Levi! Levi! Levi!" My red haired servant screamed jumping up and down, "That was the best dinner ever!! I got to see Princess Mikasa! Me! Me! Me!"

I sighed, thinking about the short parting with her:

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~Flashback~

"Thank you greatly for the delightful dinner, Princess," I knelt and kissed her hand softly.

"It was a pleasure, Prince Levi," she nodded with a small curtsy.

"Goodnight, sleep well..." With one last look at the black haired girl, I stepped back into my carriage, slowly trotting its way back.

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Glancing back at my clock, 12:00 midnight, I rubbed my eyes. Isabel was still jumping around the place and Farlan had just returned with a small glass of wine.

"Isabel!" Farlan set the glass of wine on my small table next to me, "Calm down!"

"Well, Farlan~!" She stuck out her tongue, annoying Farlan, and me.

"Oi, calm down or get out." I warned her sharply.

"Geez, Levi..." Rubbing her head, sitting herself down on a small chair, "You're going trough rough stuff. You've got beef with Jean, too."

"Beef?" Farlan questioned.

"It's a thing, Far!" Isabel jumped up out of her seat, strolling toward him.

"Don't call me that..." Farlan frowned, crossing his arms.

"It's when you have trouble with someone, in this case, Mr. Horseface, Prince of Trash!"

"Ah, while we're at it..." he pulled out a small piece of paper, "This is for you."

I took it from his outstretched hand and unraveled it slowly. It read:

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Prince Levi of England,

I have seen you and Mikasa make a good match, but you will surely pay for it. I will pay you back, and it will not be pretty. Beware, for I am coming. Princess Mikasa is mine! -Prince Jean of  Belgium

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"Tch, that annoying brat..." I sighed, rolling back up the scroll and setting it on my small table.

"What did it say?" Isabel jumped onto my bed, stretching her tired arms.

"Well, Jean's telling me to back off." 

"Really?! I'll show him!" She jumped back onto the ground and threw some practice punches, "He better not mess with the greatest prince in the world!"

"Be quiet, Isabel..." I said, rubbing her head, "We don't want any trouble first."

"Aww, but Leviiii~!" She groaned, slumping back onto my bed.

"Isabel, stop messing up the sheets!" Farlan groaned at her, "I spent at least an hour fixing those..."

"Whatever Farlan, I'll fix it later!" Isabel closed her eyes and placed her hands behind her head, "Whatcha gonna do about this now, Levi?"

"Just wait, Isabel, just wait..."