My Sweet Daisy

Daisy Armstrong had just come to the capital for her first public appearance, according to her mother's wish, some sight-seeing, according to her wish, and a sketched picture of Prince Richard, according to her sister's wish. For the last wish to be fulfilled though, she needed to meet the prince. The 'how' was still sketchy... until the prince himself came to her.

Prince Richard only wanted to use the red-haired little Miss to win over his love, that was all. He never bargained for his cool reserve to be broken, his reputation to be slashed, or his heart to be stolen.

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"I am not your betrothed, Your Highness." She retorted in frustration. "Alright, if you wish for me to stay unmarried, I'll become an old maid and commit to a nunnery. Will that be enough to make you leave me in peace and marry Juliet?"

He held out his hand to her. Thinking he wanted her to hand back his coat, she picked it up and extended it to him. He swang her out of her seat. Her startled cry came when she realised her face was pressed against a wall that held his musky scent and she couldn't free herself from the clasp at her nape try as she did. Then suddenly, she could breathe freely again. She stared in bewilderment at the handsome face hovering close to hers. Before she could discern his intention, she felt his lips on hers. The kiss wasn't like the first one they shared. She felt his power and authority and his ruthlessness in the way he possessed her. She grew frightened, even so, her body began to melt under his touch. Down in the pit of her stomach, she had the unsettling feeling he was teaching her a lesson.

He stopped kissing her and nudged her chin up. "No nunnery will open its doors for you if you're not a virgin. I'll take the option of being a nun from you which will leave you with only one choice; marry me. Your father will have it no other way if I tell him about what we're about