That Damn Prophecy

Priscilla Haren was always told the same story since she was a child. There would someone to sweep her off her feet. Someone who would love her with all their heart. Her people always believed that the story was based on a prophecy. But that person, would be of a different species.

"Who's that man dressed in black?" I ask one of my guards.

"That's the prince of shadows. He was invited by your father to attend the ball." He replies in a monotone voice.

I nodded at the information I was given. He didn't seem as arrogant as the rest. He just stood there alone, drinking all of his sorrows and worries away.

I leaned over once more to ask a question, "Is he one of the candidates?"

"Yes, princess."

I leaned back in my chair and watch him from afar.

This should be interesting.

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