"Skye, you're not just confrontational... you are on the verge of being militant. As your best friend, I can only warn you that someday you are going to pick a fight with the wrong person. And the consequences will be pernicious." Adair urged.
"Consequences be damned, my life is hell anyways." I rolled my eyes and kept walking.
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I thought my life couldn't get any worse. And that is when the Stick-up-his -ass Crown prince of Eyrshire, the one and only, Blade "the dreary" Eyr decided to show up.
Let me tell you this, I have picked fights with at least two dozen people but none of them, I repeat, none of them threw me into a castle for revenge.
As if leaving behind friends and family wasn't bad enough, they want me to be an ass-kissing servant girl in the palace while wearing silk gowns and god damn fishnet tights! Yeah, sure.
Elliot Jensen and Elliot Fintry have a lot in common. They share the same name, the same house, the same school, oh and they hate each other but, as they will quickly learn, there is a fine line between love and hate.