Valerie
The Third Prince just was as unusual as Sandra had said, but there was another thing she had forgotten to warn me about him. Which was that he was a big flirt.
"I'm very sure I hadn't heard The First Prince correctly," I told him when he asked if I knew about the betrothal arrangement. "Also, I already have a man, I couldn't possibly agree to be your consort too."
The third prince raised a brow at me before smirking. "Is your man as handsome as I am?" He asked, and I looked up at his masked face.
"I don't know what you look like," I answered honestly. "Even if I do, I'm certain you cannot be as handsome as him." This wasn't even an argument.
I didn't know what the third prince looked like, but Luke was more regal and handsome than any man I'd ever seen, to think even Randall couldn't hold touch with him.
