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.
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Magisterial • z.m.
Fanfiction120 years later, the Malik family becomes the rulers of England. Making Zayn, Prince Zayn. They make some changes into the world, 'For the better'. What happens when Ivory becomes his slave? © @zaynmoans