The majestic Crown prince savored the crisp air filled with the faint scent of roses as he strolled through his garden, the cool breeze gently rustling the leaves of the surrounding trees.
The servants and maids, even though visibly trembled by his presence, can't help but to stretch their necks to have a peek at this unworldly man.
'Right... What am I doing here? ' I asked myself while nested in the arms of universal magnet of attention.
I woke up, by the maids giggling around me.
Had my food, as bland as my life.
Was taken to bathe against my will,
I played hide and seek with red head, hiding behind the curtains of the window.
Next I was abducted by this Guy, who drags me everywhere he goes every chance he gets.
I jumped off his hands and ran towards the velvety grass that called me for a hug.
'Yes this is it' i rolled around puffing in a gallon of air that was filled with the smell of crushed grass and flowers.
'Hashtag-alive'
I flailed my limbs, making snow-angel On grass , closed my eyes.
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Third Pov.
The weather looked worthy to the Celestial Prince today. After finishing most of his work and tossing aside the rest of Sir Ashter's shoulders.
Who cried silently but cannot drop his smile. He already had loads of work, at this point he just wanted to faint right away.
Niveus decided he will grace the garden with his presence.
On his way, he stopped to spare a glance at that strange kitten who he had named Leonore as a joke.
He stopped by the room which was appointed to the kitten, to find a distressed maid on the verge of tears.
She looked everywhere except behind curtains of the windows from where the cat keeps escaping.
Niveus can see her tiny black paws that stands out in golden white surrounding.
He picked her on the way ignoring her limpy protest.
It's been more than a week now. He had grew used to her furry black presence, that always spread here and there napping.
Sometimes on his worksheets.
As if she enjoys annoying him,
Sometimes, running away from the maids of palace.
Ashter, his subordinate, the brown headed guy, had informed him that animals can also feel depressed from being away from home and family.
That's why he suggested to bring it to the garden sometimes.
Suddenly the kitten jumped off his hands and ran towards the bed of grass.
Niveus felt a slight disappointment from the lost hand warmer, but he just sighed out and walked to a nearby tree.
Settling beneath the shade of a towering tree, the prince observed the scene with quiet contentment
He pretended to close his eyes while peeking at his tiny companion through those dense lashes.
The black ball bouncee on the grass, with her tiny hands and legs, that appeared so distinct.
Just like the day he hit her with an arrow, drawn at that way by something nostalgic, he can't point out.
The kitten attempted to jump to crush a sunflower, more than a foot taller than her and failing then brushing off like nothing happened and continuing to mess with some insects.
Niveus laughed whole heartedly at her silly attempts.
Was it those gentle breeze, or soothing air around him. His Heart was at ease.
He eyes grew heavy, before he knew he was already being enveloped by the sleep.
He attempted to keep his eyes open, knowing that the kitten was out there in the open.
The kitten who was watching him struggle to sleep, walked up to him and climbed his lap.
Nobody in the whole world can dare to do that.
She purred something to his ears that seems to relax his worries. Then burried herself in his arms.
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While playing around I saw a black snake passing by the bushes.
I immediately felt like missing that lazy prince and climbed up to his arms.
He was already asleep so I decided to tell him something.
"You are an idiot lazy bastard"
He smiled like a little boy.
Since, the weather was nice, I decided to take a nap in the safest place in the entire world. If the snake comes this way, Either the Prince will kill him or I will get enough time to run away.
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In a dimly lit room, Marilyn paced back and forth, her nerves fraying like an old rope. With each step, her polished nails were subjected to the relentless assault of her anxious teeth, a nervous habit she couldn't seem to shake. Her brow furrowed with worry, and her heart pounded like a drum in her chest.
Just as her agitation threatened to consume her, the door creaked open, and a figure stepped into the room. A man in his late 20s, that had same crimson hair as hers, her only ally in entire world, her little brother Henry Montage.
His presence seemed to cast a calming spell on Marilyn, like a beacon of stability in the midst of her stormy emotions.
"Marilyn," he said, his voice soft and soothing,
She stopped her restless pacing and ran to hug him, her eyes meeting his with a mixture of relief and gratitude.
In that moment, she was relieved that her brother was by her side.
"Henry" She let out " Gilber knows what we did! "
Henry's eyes flickered anxiously before gaining it's composer back "we did nothing wrong Sister, We only DID what was necessary to teach her some etiquette"
"No, no you don't understand, Now that whore is missing, Gilbert is suspicious of me. He might even kill me. You didn't see his eyes, it was murderous"
Her eyes widened at the mere thought of dying by his hands. She was shaking.
"Leonore ran away on her own accord"
She shook her head with tears in her eyes " No, I really pushed her hard this time, Henry, Please " She sobbed clinging to her brother " Please find her before my husband kills me"
Henry knows very well the power his brother in-law possessed.
Wether Marilyn tells him to or not, it doesn't matter.
He was already looking for her.
He climbed the carriage.
"To the St. George Church"
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Duke Gilbert Ashenhurst sat at his ornate desk, surrounded by towering stacks of paperwork. His brow furrowed in concentration as he meticulously reviewed each document, his quill scratching across parchment with purposeful strokes. He was deeply engrossed in his work.
As he reached for another document, his assistant, Baron Denis Redwood, approached with a concerned expression. Clearing his throat softly, the Baron hesitated for a moment before speaking.
He is well aware of his master's increasing stress but this is something eating him up inside.
"Your Grace," he began, his voice laced with apprehension "There is something bothering me"
Gilbert without even sparing a glance at Denis, waited for him to finish.
Denis wonder if he shouldn't have bothered his master.
"Don't stall it Denis, speak your mind"
"Your grace, it's been more than half a month already, Princess Leonore.. "
Gilbert sighed " I am well aware of that"
"Our spies and informants are everywhere but they still cannot find her. God forbid it my grace but I am scared that something bad might-"
"Denis" Gilbert looked directly at his eye. He knew that Denis was one of the few people that actually looked after Leonore.
"Nobody possess enough power to harm that child" Gilbert stated
Denis looked at his master, with his brow furrowed in confusion.
"She will return soon"
Even though what his master says is always true, this time his heart was disturbed with unpleasant thoughts.
He cannot shake off the ominous feelings. Well aware of the malicious intent of Duchess and her brother.
"Duchess have approached to her brother Sir Montage"
Gilbert frowned "keep an eye on him, eliminate if he causes any inconvenience to the cause"
"Of course my Grace" He bowed before leaving.
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