The world is different now; ruled by four different reigns. Harry Styles, the ruthless king of Serentile, captivating green eyes, tousled dark hair, said to have no capability to love, wields absolute authority. Melody, soon to be queen of Ellenia, the most exquisite woman you'd ever lay eyes on; brave, adamant and...
"Aren't you ashamed of yourself?" I asked, my voice no longer loud, barely a whisper. "Why should I be?" He said, his voice equally as hushed now - yet it was clear that he remained furious. "I'm the prince in this kingdom. Everything I do is right." [I don't write conventional endings. If you're looking for fairy...