The Prince [BWWM]

A Historical Tale

"What bothers you so-" She began with anger laced within her tone. She had not asked for this marriage nor did she ask to bind her life with his. It is the hand that was dealt to them. She dislikes him and he dislikes her.

"What bothers me," He stopped myself after cutting her off to calm himself, letting out a deep breath which fanned her nose a bit. His hand which seemed to almost take up her whole face was holding sternly on her jaw, another by her head to hold himself up. Their faces so close she felt the warm air from his mouth sweep across her face. "What bothers me is you. Youre attitude towards me should turn me off, But the more you push me away..I find myself wanted to take you and show you that you are infact my wife. I dislike you so much and yet all I can think of at night is breeding you." He clenched his teeth. He was so frusturated with this stranger of a woman who came into his life. He hated her for the way his body burned to touch hers, as she did him.

Taking place in the 1800s of London, A prince has arrived home from his travels and at the ripe age of 22, and the royal family thrives to have another generation of heirs. To ensure their prince finds the next queen of London, a Debutante ball is ensued! While the young women of London scurry to put on their most finest of gowns, brightest of makeup and biggest of hair- A particular young woman; unlike the rest, is sharpening her mind instead.

Arabella, a smart young nurse finds her hands tied when her mother begs her to help her when she is called to bake for the ball the Queen is hosting. She finds there is no way she could allow her mother to miss the money involved with catering a ball such as this, and steps in to help.

That was all she her duties-bake for the royal family and leave.....Right?

That was until a unusual moment leads her and one entitled, self serving prince in unfortunate circumstance.