"I help you find the protocore, and in return, you do a little favor for me. Simple, really." While his whisper provides me with goosebumps that ripple across my neck, then arms like a soft wave. My eyes narrowing, trying to study his almost invisible face. "What.. kind of favor?" ______________________________________ Thank you all, for reaching almost 2k on my recent story! To show my gratitude I wrote something you guys asked for. This will be a continuing story where I try to put as many romantic scenes as possible. Hopefully this story catches your eyes , leave a comment or a star if u like it or have some suggestions. Support or critique is welcome here so please feel free to help me improve. Enjoy!!! Rest of the details in the description of the story.

You're a hopeless romantic. Although the ton can be tiring and you're not exactly pleased to be on your second season, you're trying to maintain a positive attitude. You've barely got a week left, and no one has your eye. You're worried you'll be forced into a marriage that you don't want just because you're aging out. One suitor is nice enough, but there's no spark. Still, when he asks for your hand, you feel forced to say yes, deciding that perhaps a love story is just not in the cards for you. Yet during one visiting, you meet his cousin, the dashing Marquis of Fontaine. The spark is instant-as well as the trouble you find yourself in. Giving credit where credit is due: Prompt from servicescape.com 🌹 Cover Art by @komiya_latte on Twitter ✉ ╰┈➤ Updates every Sunday at 9am BST.