(ON HOLD)
Everyone has seen a prince to be wonderful and 'perfect'. Well, Ludovic can't ever be like this. He's tried. But when he finally escapes the palace, he finds the girl...
Veronica is clever and bright. She tries to help her father as much...
OH MY GOODNESS! I HAVE LEFT. I HAVE ESCAPED. I HAVE....freedom. This word feels odd, rolling off my tongue. I can't believe my luck.
Okay. So. Being the King's son is difficult. And in case you are wondering, nope. Its not all unicorns and rainbows. I am fed up of being the goody two shoes. The 'angel'. I am sorry. But I give up.
"I GIVE UP!" I yelled. It felt so good. The fresh breeze whipped my face. I love Moonlit Tropici. That's the name of 'my' country. I just need space. I need freedom.
I ran towards the beach. The waves were beautiful. The moon was in perfect shape. I guess that's why my grandfather named it 'Moonlit'.
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But then I saw something. Someone. She had golden skin and muddy brown wavy hair with a flowery tropical skirt. Her top was white and it was held with a bronze belt. She was gorgeous. What!? I'm not going to speak lies. It was completely honest. She had a nice figure and wore bronze sandals. Oh no. She caught me staring. Opssssss....
"Good Evening." What? I have my manners. And I was trying to make conversation.
"Who are you?" She said. She looked suspicious
"Me? Um, I'm pri-. No, I am Ludovic. Just Ludovic."
"Are you sure? Because you don't sound it. Well.... My name is Veronica. How come I recognise you, but I have not seen you in the village?" She was questioning. Do I say the truth?
"I,um, I am in a family business."
"Wait. How come you have the King's Son's name? I've heard he is a royal brat.Like, I me-" I butt-in. Ok, I know myself, I am so not a ROYAL BRAT. Wait. Oh no, I actually sound like one. God.
"But you don't know him. You really can't judge."
She gives me a perplexed look. Then someone starts yelling her name, on the top of their lungs. No joke.
"Well, I must go. See you. Wait do you go to Callavage? Maybe I'll see you later"
And before I can respond, she runs off with her hair swaying with her footsteps. I sigh silently and go towards the castle in dismay.
Author's Note
Aloha,Bonjour ,Aslamwalakum ,Hola ,Salaam ,Ciao people! Hi I know I am a great cringe that goes with a face palm, but hey, I am wonderful! This is my first book, comment all you like, hope you enjoy.
