Maadwoa is an unassuming girl, who lost her mother during birth, and never met her father. She lives with her aunt, where she constantly suffers through the wrath of her aunt's treatment, only getting comfort from her uncle and her best friends. Wha...
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Prince Forson stands at his flat screen television, putting a disc into the cable to watch a movie with Afia. She complained of boredom and asked if she could visit Danny. Danny reluctantly agreed, and she dashed over. He was looking forward to face-timing Maadwoa instead, but he didn't want to sadden Afia either.
The brown-skinned girl casually snakes her arm around the prince's rock abdomen from behind, gently resting her head on his back. She clasps her hands over his belly-button as the corner of her lips curve upwards into a content smile. Being this close to him filled her with much ecstasy.
The prince, however, was filled with detestation. He wasn't fond of Afia carelessly touching him like this. This didn't feel like the simple, innocent hug that she always wanted; this was a more intimate touch that he didn't enjoy. He glances down at her hands, gently unclasping them. Afia quickly reacts, grabbing onto him tighter, not wanting to let go of the embrace. Danny quietly groans in annoyance, once again, grabbing her hands to free himself from her tight, restricting grip. Before she can capture him again, he turns around to face her and sees the pout on her face.
"Dannybear, what's wrong?" she queries, her eyebrows scrunched in confusion.
The prince cringes at the nickname, his lips tightening into a straight line out of discomfort.
"Sorry, I'm just not in the best mood today." he lies through his teeth. It's true. His parents had been reminding and pestering him about the marriage even more than before, claiming that it would be approaching quickly now that he is 18 and Afia would turn 18 very soon. The King and Queen were discussing how soon, Afia and Danny would have to be measured in order to have traditional wedding outfits tailored for them. They were already planning for a private, serene resort for Afia and Danny to have their honeymoon at, meanwhile an actual wedding date wasn't even set yet. He was just stressed about being frustrated and frustrated about being stressed. He wishes his parents would understand him and listen to his pleads, but he knows that can never be a possibility because of the pact.
Afia's lips bend downwards, her forehead crinkles in concern. "Do you want to talk about it?"
Danny gazes into her eyes, finding twinkles of genuineness in them. He raises his eyebrows in surprise at her, as it was very seldom, almost impossible, to see this caring and thoughtful side of Afia. He almost felt like telling her about what was eating him up, but he refrained from doing so for the sake of her own feelings. What would he say? Hey, I don't want to marry you because I have no interest in you whatsoever and I don't even like spending time with you. Oh and I have a girlfriend too. He couldn't possibly tell her that.
The prince shakes his head dismissively in response to her question. "No, it'll make it worse. I'll be fine, let's just watch the movie."
Afia's shoulders drop at his words. She wanted to be there to support him but he never wanted to let her in. She usually didn't care how others felt, but with Danny, she always wanted to know what was bothering him.
