"You have to stop doing that."
"Stop doing what?"
"Saying things that make me want to kiss you when I can't."
Becoming the prince's personal bodyguard should be a dream come true, shouldn't it? Good pay, palace life, but the real gem that ever...
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CASIMIR HUGHES
Her hazel eyes lock with mine as they flicker in disbelief. With every fleeting moment, the dance of betrayal and hurt grows more pronounced in her eyes. I try pulling away from her gaze but to no avail. Her stare remains glued on me, drawing me in helplessly.
Every blink whispers her hidden sorrow of shattered trust and pain.
The next moment, without a word, she finally breaks her gaze and turns her back on me. Before I knew it, her silhouette had diminished to a faint darkness against the glaring light.
"Caz," a deep voice calls, stirring me awake from my restless nap.
"Larissa," I mumble subconsciously as my eyes flutter in an attempt to adjust to the blinding lights within the car.
Oh. It's already nightfall.
"We're back at the palace, Caz," Dominic says quietly, as he tries to conceal his surprise by the name that had just escaped from my lips.
Before I can respond, a light tap echoes from the car window next to me. I look outside the window, only to see a blurred outline of Michael through the raindrops.
"Your Highness, King August is waiting in the throne room," he informs from outside the car, his voice muffled by the closed door.
Of course, father must have heard of the news by now.
Dreadfully, I open the car door, and step out. Before I am even able to feel a single raindrop from the endless downpour since our journey here, I am immediately sheltered by a wide yellow umbrella.
I look beside me, only to see Michael's right shoulder soaking in the rain as he holds the umbrella for me.
How ridiculous.
I've always thought that.
Why do they have to sacrifice themselves for me? Is it really simply because of my title? If I am no longer the crowned Prince by tomorrow, will everyone turn their back on me?
Is that why Larissa has to be the traitor's daughter?
Is there no way out of a mere title that people give you?
Seeing Michael's emotionless face, it only makes me think of her.
If she was here, she would be urging me to hurry up and she would probably ask me to hold the umbrella myself. As annoying as I used to think her nagging was, she was the only one who made me feel so alive the past month instead of some untouchable Prince who needed everyone's shielding.
