Tugging My Ear, Shaking My Head

Tugging My Ear, Shaking My Head

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Caspian Ponsonby was a prize. Grace Sinclair thought otherwise. . . Grace Sinclair has had anything but an exciting life, so when the Selection of America Schreave's grandson, Caspian, occurs, she can't pass up the opportunity to have a more exciting existence. She isn't in it for the crown, or the prince, she's in it for experience. And that interests Caspian, who was always one to chase what he can't have . . ""Uh, your majesty. I'm sorry, I forgot that part. I'm a bit, well, awkward when it comes to new people and I need to get used to you before I can actually hold a decent conversation and-" "You talk quite a bit, Grace Sinclair. I'm Caspian, but I'm sure you knew that. And you are by far the most beautiful girl that has come up here today." I took one look at his eyes and could tell he was lying. I could tell by just looking around the room. There were plenty more beautiful in the room. "Do you use that line on every girl?" This resulted in me getting an eyebrow raise from Caspian. He smirked at me before nodding his head. "Yes, I use it on many girls. Do you use that awkward spiel on every boy?" "My 'awkward spiel?' I just... why would I ever use that to get a boy?" "I found it quite adorable.""
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I rounded the corner to the hall, only to smack into something. "I'm so sorry," I apologized, reaching down to pick up a book that had fallen. My heart skipped a beat as I looked up, making eye contact with a pair of hazel eyes. "No worries," the boy replied, his voice rich and smooth, "Are you alright?" I nodded quickly, flashing a smile. I was too stunned to respond. Standing in front of me was none other than Prince Everest Dresden Macallister. "Who are you?" he asked, tilting his head curiously. "I'm Aspen," I replied, trying hard not to look away from his curious stare. "Dresden," he said, holding out his hand. I assumed he was going to shake mine, but instead he brought it to his lips, pressing a kiss against it. My breath caught in my throat, my cheeks burning. "Nice to meet you," I managed to say without stuttering. "My apologies, but I have to hurry. Miss Elizabeth has asked me to retrieve something." He nodded, stepping aside as I hurried into the room. I stood there, taking a deep breath to calm myself. Once I was done, I spotted the prince sitting by the window, the book that I'd picked up in his hand. I ducked my head and made a beeline to the door. "Aspen," he called, making me freeze. "Yes?" "Will you be attending the Charity Gala?" ------------------- Aspen's only purpose living in London was to finish her semester abroad. Or so she thought. She finds herself caught in the middle of The Royal Family and their dark past as she scrambles to sort out the course of her future. Never in a million years did she think she would find herself best friends with Prince Everest Dresden Macallister, the next heir to the British Throne. But it's not long before things start going south. Crush or no crush, Aspen doesn't have much time to prove her friendship to the future King. The clock is ticking. And time doesn't slow for anyone, Royal or not.

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