‘Well, well, look who’s here. Did the queen ask you to help me?’ The black haired boy stared at his brother, who had brown hair. He slowly shook his head, turning to look at the girl again. She was not like the other blonde girls that went after him and his brother all the time. The ones from the Politicians class. And he could tell nothing could escape her gaze. She was also quite the contrary of her two friends. They were all chatty while serving the costumers in the shop, while the girl he meant to spy on was incredibly serious and polite.
‘She really is a pretty thing. And a serious challenge I would gladly take.’ The boy rolled his eyes.
‘She would know how you act and knock you out with that plate before you even know it.’ He turned around with a smile. ‘I think this time you’re not quite fit for the task.’ His brother snorted.
‘Yea right, Davon. You just want her for yourself.’ In fact, that wasn’t a total lie. There was never a girl who got his attention until now. There just was something about her.
‘But I have an idea. She likes to go to night clubs, because she somehow feels more comfortable there than anywhere else. You show up there, while I show up when she is alone. The rest will come later.’ One of the corners of Davon’s mouth slid up. Landon sure had some nasty plans. Especially when it was about using the natural charm of the royal family.
‘Okay, deal. Tomorrow we’ll be able to start. She’s always out on Saturdays.’ This would surely be a pleasurable mission.