Magisterial • z.m.

iii

Ivory's pov.

As we arrived at this palace, which I assume is his, he parks the Ferrari inside this gigantic garage filled with collections of cars.

As I got out the breath taking car, I followed right behind him.

We entered through a golden door which needed a passcode to access it.

He sneakily typed the passcode, watching me.

Pff, like if I was going to see.

I scoffed and said; "I wasn't going to look at the stupid passcode anyways."

"God, you're super annoying." He said while walking past a few hallways.

"And you're super bitchy." I told him, hissing.

"I don't like your attitude already, so don't make me have to punish you in the dungeons cellars" he stated calmly.

"Fuck you" I told him, frustrated that I was his slave.

"Don't ever talk to me like that. Or you'll regret it." He said squeezing me by the arm.

I struggled to untangle from his grip, but he was way too strong.

I had to admit, the prince was a handsome young lad, but his personality was absolutely bizarre.