3″I walk out of the King's office, his bratty first born wouldn't stop talking about how one day he will be my 'owner' and who I will kill for him, I roll my eyes, the royal brat would be nothing without the crown. I roll my neck and shoulders trying to get the tension out when I see a head peeking at me from around the corner, my heart rate picks up, a smile fights to make its way on my face Are you sneaking around, Your Highness?
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