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prince shu 10

this story belong to diabolic shu over on tumblr and shu belongs to the company name Rejet. 

The Prince had been away for a while now and you return to your room guessing he might be busy now. There were more chests of new clothing, more flowers in the room.
'You like the roses?'
You turn surprised to see the Prince so soon.
'Shu! I thought..'
'I dismissed them. I promised a day with you did I not?' He smiled, which made your heart jump.
'But if your majesty is busy..'
He shook his head, 'Today is just for us.'
You smile sweetly at him, 'I'm very lucky.'
Shu admired you in this light, the sun shone behind you and made your hair glisten and skin glow. He stood back in the shadows of the other side of the room and found how true this seemed. He was the darkness and you were the light.
You step forward bravely and touch his cheek lightly.
'I'm very grateful for all you have done for me and my family.'
He leaned into your hand, enjoying the touch of your warm skin.

'I'll do even more. Everything your heart desires.' You bite your lip, how could he say all of this so soon? Is it really possible to fall in love like this? Even though you were thinking this your heart was pounding as you look at him and it was singing 'yes'. 'Can I be rude and ask you a question?' Shu nods still holding your hand to his face. 'Will..will you be king one day?' Shu sighed and nodded. 'Unfortunately.' 'Unfortunately? Do you not wish to be king?!' 'I have brothers who care more...but I am the eldest.' 'Ah, your brothers. I have not met them yet.' Shu moved and gathered you up on his arms protectively. 'And I pray you avoid them as long as you can.' 'Do you not get on well with your family?' Shu laughed, an empty dark sound. You took that as a no, you decided not to ask any more about it. 'My attention is solely on you now.' He stroked back your hair. 'But, I hope you accept me as I am.' 'I'm sure I can.' You smile confidently. He grinned at this and his lips brushed yours. Teasing, his tongue licked your bottom lip. You gasp and give an involuntary groan. 'My my, my lady is a lewed woman..'