{𝒪𝒷𝓁𝒾𝓆𝓊𝑒}-𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝑒𝓍𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝓇 𝒹𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝒶 𝒹𝒾𝓇𝑒𝒸𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓎.
.King known to be feared among the kingdoms seems to left wordless at girl known for her mouth.
𝐹𝒾𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃+𝐻𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓁+𝑅𝑜𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒+
𝑀𝑒𝒹𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓁+...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Tapping the window of the carriage was the only thing keeping me sane rather than Brandon's mouth.
"Don't you ever shut your mouth?" rolling my eyes as I slouch farther on my seat.
"My dear cousin,"
"Don't, call me your cousin when last time, I saw you were trying to rip this dress off," I say clenching my jaw with irritation.
"A misunderstanding," he winks.
A misunderstanding, yeah, come on, I'm not that dumb.
"Well, it looks like we here," Brandon rejoices either for the arrival or the break from the tense situation I created.
I sigh as I eye the Northsham castle.
Politics, ugh.
Stepping out of the carriage, I'm greeted by Jared, my father's closest advisor, Brandon's father.
Now, I guess where Brandon got his sparkling green eyes and warm blonde hair from, his father.
But Brandon was totally opposite to his father, he was a crude pervert but Jared he's quiet, deep listener and blushes a lot. I mean, who wouldn't, have you seen Brandon's mother, a sultry vixen. Now, I get it, he got his father's looks and mother's personality. Pardon, my French, his mother is a bitch.
"Hello, Uncle," I say with a wide smile.
"Welcome, your highness," he greets me back. Jared always using formalities which makes me smile wider.
Entering, the castle, I'm guided to the hall where the meeting was being held.
I see my brothers, the youngest Kaden is crouching on his chair.
"Hello, father, you finally invite me,"
"You are always invited to these meeting, you just decline it every time," my father says shaking his head from my words; as usual, as no one listens to the nagging female.
"Except this time,"
"Sit down, Drucilla," says father with firmness.
Raymond, my older brother, smiles at me as I sit down. He mouths don't worry to me making me roll my eyes with a grin.
The elders come in with low mumbles. Theirs seated in a hierarchy from the most important to the least.
Father, knows I sit further down the table at Northsham.
As everyone from my father's kingdom is seated the other side of the table is empty.
Where is this other kingdom, my eyes move around the hall?
Geez, if the meeting was going to be like this, I should just sleep.
So, I just did that. I put my head down on the table and cover my head with my arms.
The mumbles of disapproval fall silent and I feel this airy tightness in the hall.
Everyone's silent
Lifting my head from my arms, I see him.
A man not like any other man I saw before.
As he walked in, he held his posture triumphantly. The armour that he wears is blood red in colour and seems dragon scales are imprinted on it. I haven't seen his eyes yet but he has dark ebony hair that reached down to his back.
Salvia pool in my mouth, imagining what his body looks like underneath that armour.
Rare specimen.
My father is standing and the rest of his kingdom servants do but I'm stuck in time, watching this man at the far end of the table.
"Welcome to Northsham, King Xander and Prince Adam of Atlantis," my father greets them with a nod, the rest bow but I don't.
Prince Adam of Atlantis.
That name sounds so familiar but I can't fully pinpoint it.
He sits down then turns to look down the table, I see his eyes.
His eyes are like something I haven't seen before, it was dark but golden at the same time. It was dark caramel; I want to see it shimmer in the sun.
It was quick a turn before he looks across to my brother, Raymond, with a clutch jaw. Which makes his jaw sharper.
I'm full focus on the prince that I haven't noticed my blood cousin, Allison stealing a seat next to me.
"He's devilishly handsome, isn't he?" giggled Allison against my ear.
