Prince Lucas was a fine young man.
His sparkling eyes could make you feel as if you were floating in a clear silver lake, so rare, it was unknown to existence.
His Highness had such a bright smile, it seems to light up even the darkest lurking room.
His hair, excessively light in hue, would gleam brilliantly even under the moon's dull radiance.
He was beautiful in such way, that an unwedded matron walking by would sigh an audible painful gasp of longing.
Unfortunately, that included women wherein the most pleasant marriage, gaining His Majesty the vilest of scowls from their jealous husbands.
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Short Story{Highest rank: #115 in Short Story} Prince Lucus is in search of a bride to lead the heir of the thrown alongside him. What happens when the woman whom he had fallen for isn't exactly what his mother, the Queen, pictured her to be? Cover by @lunathe...
