The next morning the prince was gone. I woke up alone and it was kinda disappointing. He left me a note. Something about being gone all day because he had stuff to do. I chucked in the trash before I could read most of it. Knowing he was probably with Ekko just made my blood boil.
I didn't want to think about it. I didn't want to think about Prince Cassius. So, my only option was to go back to sleep.
Maybe I wouldn't wake up.
That would solve my problems.
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Around noon I finally stirred and everything came back. Fuck. I sighed and slid my feet off the bed. I wandered around the room, looking around. Everything was tidy and clean. Just like the prince.
I walked into the closet and inhaled the scent of him. It was kind of comforting actually. As I turned to leave something caught my eye. It was tucked under his jackets and behind his shoes. In curiosity, I pulled it out and stumbled backward. It looked like a shoebox, but it was old and tattered around the edges. My fingers peeled the lid off and inside it was full of photographs.
I picked the top one up and looked take the back.
Zisael, Cassius and Ekko, Detroit, 1973.
I flipped it over and stared at the picture. My heart dropped. Ekko was hugging Prince Cassius while Zisael was making faces in the background.
Why did I have to look in the box?
I sighed. I had to face it by now. Prince Cassius didn't want me. He just wanted to fuck. I guess that really was the only thing I was good at.
The sadness and anger washed over me like a crashing wave. I was so furious with him, with myself, but I was crushed too. Prince Cassius made me feel unlike anyone else. Like I was untouchable, the only person in the universe.
And then tears fell freely from my eyes. Hot and salty and angry. Trailing down my pale cheeks. I closed my eyelids and wrapped my arms around my shaking body.
I fucking hate him.
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My body woke up before my eyes did, I could feel the soreness of my limbs, the stiffness of my joints. Everything was still quiet and groggy. Finally, my eyelids opened, vision blurry. I sat on the ground, shoulders slumped, legs crossed and feeling tired. The pain was there, I still felt miserable, but I wasn't going to cry about it again.
It appeared that I had fallen asleep again in the closet, the prince could come back at any minute. I quickly shoved the photo back in the box and pushed it back in it's hiding place
I rose to my feet and stretched, a satisfying pop reached my ears as I cracked my back. With a yawn, I dragged myself to the bed. It felt as though I had woken up in the middle of my nap and all I wanted was to sleep.
I plopped down on the comfy bed. Full starfish on my stomach. With a sigh, my wiry tail extended from my lower back, along with my wings. I was more comfortable this way.
I began to relax, but thoughts and fears kept bombarding my mind. So I just laid awake and still. I wasn't tired anymore. So, reasonably, I flopped around on top of the comforter until I was panting for air, 'cause that's what adults do. Yeah.

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Princely [MxM]
Fantasy• BOOK #1 OF THE PRINCELY SERIES • Alabaster has been called many things in his life. Good things, bad things, mediocre things. And at this point in, he's stopped caring what other people think. That is until he crosses paths with a man at the club...