Magisterial • z.m.

iv

Ivory's pov.

Prince Zayn was leading me to more and more stairs.

"Bloody hell! How many more fucking stairs are we're going to take?" I exploded.

God I had enough and I barley met him.

"Many more, darling" he says smirking.

That stupid smirk. I want to rip it off that pretty face of his.

"Don't call me that!" I snap at him.

"Don't tell me what to do. Apparently you forgot, I'm much higher than you." He told me coldly.

I stayed quiet. But whatever, his 'royal blood' doesn't matter to me.

Many stairs later, he finally made a stop at a room.

Which you guessed, required a passcode also.

But this time, he showed me the passcode.

"The passcode is always 4 numbers. It's 0-2-4-5" he stated.

"Is this my room?" I asked him.

"Yes, this is the 2nd floor by the way." he said, while he opened the door to my bed room.

"How many floors are here?" I asked curious about this palace.

"There's 4 floors. You see, the queen and king, which Is my mother and father, sleep on the 4th floor, as so do I. All the servants/helpers sleep on the 3rd, all the slaves sleep on the 2nd, and the 1st, is for events and the diner room." he explained.

I simply nodded at his explaining.

"Here's your new room." He said as he lead me in.

"Enjoy. And by the way," he said trailing off as he got closer to me and whispered;

"See, darling, I don't have to be your enemy." And with that he left.

His words left chills in my spine.

I wanted to discover the things in my room.

So, I headed towards my dressing dorm.

I opened the doors, which had a bunch of clothes already neatly folded in here.

A knock on the door suddenly interrupted me.

"Come in" I half yelled.

I saw the person I least wanted to see.

The prince.

Great.