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My Midnight Princess

My Midnight Princess

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The sounds of the midnight bells reverberated throughout the castle. I hastily descended the crimson stairs, lifting my dress so as not to trip. Waiting for me out front was a horse, a carriage and a young man. His forced smile betraying the tension of the situation at hand. Leaving the palace is stictly forbidden, let alone at this hour. But I really had no choice. Suddenly, as if plucked by some unknown fore, I found my body suspended in the air. - Ah ! The high heels I had barely become accustomed to, slipped off as I tripped forward wildly. I closed my eyes, bracing for impact. But instead, I found myself in the security of a strong pair of arms. - What is Her Royal Highness droing here at such an hour ? At the man's words echoed close to my ear, I retraced the events leading up to me sneakink out of the castle.
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"Get out," I said in a firm voice, but it shook a bit at the end. The muscles in his jaw tensed when I said that. Instead of getting out, he closed the door and started taking calculative predatory steps toward me. His eyes moved all over my length. My heart started to drum fast. It made me take a step back until my back was flat against the wall. "I said get out," I repeated, trying to sound firm when he was only a step away from me. He stood in front of me with his hands in his pants pocket. "Last time I checked, I still own this place," he said arrogantly in his deep voice, which made me want to sink into the wall. He stood in front of me. "But it's my workplace," I breathed out when he cut an inch of distance between us. His body was not touching me, but my body still twitched as if his calloused hands were moving all over me. I lowered my eyes and took a deep breath to calm myself, but my heartbeat raised when I heard steps coming towards us. "Someone is coming. Go from here," I found myself pleading. The steps became louder as if the person were just a few steps away from opening the door. I don't want rumours to be spread here. An evil smile formed on the corner of his lips looking at the distress on my face. "I'm not afraid to be seen with my wife," he said in his deep, low voice, sending shivers down my spine. My eyes snapped towards him in anger. I know he was doing this on purpose because no one here knows we are married. Why is he breaking the deal?

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