When young Amelia Harte starts to get weird dreams and flashbacks, there's only one person who would have answers to her questions: Theresa.
Theresa's someone who always knew what to do and is always correct. So, when Amelia ends up at her door earl...
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I was currently laying on the same sofa I'd woke up on, trying to find sleep while the humble prince slept on his oh-so-cozy king sized bed -snoring I might add.
And guess where, we didn't talk about how we both spoke our languages.
He'd said that he was too tired to be generous to give me a space on his precious bed and chucked me a blanket; yeah right, I bet he just hated me too much. Neither way, I didn't complain and tucked myself in, wondering why this was happening to me of all persons in the world.
Where did I go wrong?
I turned my head to take a glance at the window and noticed a night sky smiling down at me. It was beautiful; the outside looked peaceful and lonely in the most astonishing way.
I'm falling in love.
Portland was never like it.
But that moment was ruined when the prince started to twist and turn in his bed. Alarmed, I spun around as fast as I can on the couch and stared at the furniture, waiting for a figure to sit up. No movement was made for the next few seconds, so I laid back down, pulling the covers over my head.
When I opened my eyes once again, it was morning. I could hear the tweets of the birds from the window and soft breezes that entered. If anyone stared out the window fast, they'd think that they were on ground floor but no, last night when I'd peeked out, I was sure that if I didn't fall off the dragon and die last time; this time it would be sured.
I pulled the covers away from my face to be treated with a freshly suited prince of 'Dragon World'. He wore a similar outfit from yesterday but the black coat was now a cotton, dark brown with an open collar. His left wrist was occupied with some kind of jewel that tangled itself up; gold and metal, it almost looked like a snake. He had light makeup on to which I'm not surprised about, he is a soon-to-be king after all. Around his feet, he wore something so similar to the men-wear back on Earth, which really surprised me because I thought everything and everyone here were olden dated; with dragons.
When the man continued to stare me down for checking him out, I cleared my throat before soothing out my crunched up dress.
"I have a fiancé, you do know that right?" He asked me after a few silence. I frowned, what?
"You're engaged? And how was I supposed to know that?" I asked him, my irritation dripping with venom. Before he could answer, I added, "and it won't matter to me because I don't care."
I held my chin up high; this guy was full of himself and I wasn't going to fall for his weird tactics.
I noticed him shrug and walk off to the front of the room with the corner of my eyes. There, I realized was a mini kitchen set up; so that's where he got the coffee from...
"What's your name?" I finally asked.
The handsome guy turned around, "you don't know my name?"
