Prince's Oath

Prince Charming?

Christian's POV:

"Wake, big bwo," a familiar childish voice demanded impatiently. Something wet landed with a resounding pop against his left cheek. The force jilted him awake immediately and left a stinging sensation. Silver eyes opened lazily into two slits. He stared at the offending mitten sized wet palm of his two year old sister. Growling he glared at the alarm clock perched on his bedside table.

A gaggle of giggles were delivered in response to his obvious frustration. Smiling slightly into his pillow. He could never stay mad for long when it came to Emma. A new wet sensation replaced the first followed by a smooching sound. He chuckled and exclaimed sleepily, "You win princess Em. I'm awake!"  Who needs an alarm clock anyway. He had something better. He had Emma Juliet Prince. A two year old with no concept of time.

At least she waited to begin her reign of terror at 7:30 am. "Princess Julie, why are you torturing your brother?" A familiar voice questioned jovially. His father swooped in making airplane noises and plucked his sister off his back. Blowing wet kisses on her chubby cheeks eliciting another round of giggles. Without even acknowledging him his father exited the room as stealthily as he entered. The faint sound of giggling permeated the now closed door.

A brief pang resonated in his chest but he was used to it. It was proof that he was alive. Being ignored was the norm but it was still odd seeing his usually rigid, aloof, and strict father wrapped around her chubby finger. Dressed to the nines from head to toe Christian Benedict Prince III better known as Ben was the epitome of a silver spoon trust fund having corporate American businessman.

His father worked hard to get a head but nepotism wasn't dead. Chris understood that this was the way of the world or rather his little corner of it. His father was a successful entrepreneur. When he was given the reigns of his great grandfather's company he worked relentlessly to expand the business. Embracing new technologies and trends all in the hopes of expanding and strengthening the Prince Inc. brand.

He loved his dad but when it came to family they often disagreed. Before Em arrived on the family tree he only saw his father on holidays and at the occasional company party. Whenever there was an opportunity for good free press than a Ben Prince III would be there with a witty retort and a Kodak smile. And his picture perfect family was always dragged along for ride.

He never understood mans' desire for power and their lust for greed then again in his eighteen years of life he never truly had to struggle for anything. The only thing that plagued his otherwise mediocre existence was failing to keep Em from waking him up before the roaster crows. The Prince name coupled with his good looks always opened doors and his charm sealed the deal. It's not arrogance or boasting if it's true. Real hardcore facts.

Sighing, he pushed a calloused pale ivory hand through his unruly hair. His mind racing as he though about what he had to do today. It was Friday and obviously a school day. Damn! He liked school well enough but there was always unnecessary pressure to be better than or on par with his ... Nothing good ever happened when he thought about her. Jefferson Airplane's White Rabbit lyrics circulated through his muddled thoughts. Nope he wasn't going down that rabbit hole.

Grunting he rolled out of bed and trudged towards the en-suite bathroom. Locking the door he took care of the mundane routine tasks of getting ready for the day. Standing in front of the mirror he surveyed his face. Often enough he'd heard girls's acclamations and watched them practically salivate over his looks.

Slightly shaggy black hair with natural strands of grey streaked throughout. Piercing green eyes stared dispassionately from underneath naturally arched bushy eye brows. A grecian straight nose lead to a slight bulge tip and small nostrils. Thin lips the bottom slightly fuller than the top rested above an angular jaw with a noticeable chin indentation. On his left check was a pin prick sized beauty mark. Adorning his ears were two hollowed silver rimmed gages.

Smirking he though about how his parents reacted to his new piercings. His stepmom cried and his dad actually threw a book at him. The Webster's Dictionary to be precise. His venom laced words still resonated in his ears. "Obviously you lack in education. That's why you foolishly desecrated the body that the good Lord gave you!"

He could imagine his mom fainting if she saw his ink. A snake tattoo slithered it's was up the left side of his toned torso. The head kissing his neck with jewel green eyes staring at him. When he turned eighteen in January he promised himself that he'd live for himself. He was breaking all the rules and the promises he made to appease his father. Well all except for one. The one he kept, cherished, and guarded in his heart. His nana would want it that way and besides he saw what happened when animals mated. They created offspring that they were ill prepared to nurture.

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