Hans glares at the other boy now, his expression hardening. "Lady Tia and I are not the same thing," he snaps. "She is innocent and pure, whereas you..." He trails off, unable to find the words to express how he truly feels about Analese and this situation.

"Furthermore," he continues, his voice low and dangerous now, "I did not agree to this arrangement so that I could simply stand aside and watch her be used by anyone who fancies themselves worthy."

Hans stares at the other boy for a long moment, trying to decide how he should respond. On one hand, he doesn't trust this boy not to hurt Analese further. On the other hand, it seems rather clear that she has feelings for him and might be willing to give him a chance.

"Very well," he says finally, reluctantly. "You have until the end of the year." His voice is cold and hard as steel now, his expression unreadable. "

He clears his throat, looking back down at his notes. "Yes, of course," he says shortly, trying to regain his composure. He wants to ask her more about Tasmania, but he's not sure if that's a good idea... especially since she mentioned everyone there loved her and no one here does.

Still, as they gather their things and prepare to leave the study room, he can't help but feel a strange mixture of curiosity and sympathy for her. Perhaps there is more to Analese than he ever realized.

He hesitates before responding, glancing away from her briefly. "Nothing important," he says dismissively. "Just... wondering about your home." As they walk down the hall together, he tries to keep his expression neutral and professional. But he can't help but feel a strange sense of connection with her now that she's opened up about Tasmania.

"Well, I hope you enjoy your time here," he says politely, leading them toward the main exit of the school. "Perhaps one day you'll get to visit Tasmania again."

His eyes widen in shock, his heart beating faster now at the thought of being so close to her for an entire night...and potentially conceiving a child. He looks up at her with newfound interest and lust burning brightly in his red eyes. "Well," he says slowly, trying to keep his voice steady, "I suppose we should discuss how we're going to go about this."

He leans forward on the desk, resting his elbows on it as he looks at her intently. "

His eyes widen further, his heart racing even faster now. He hadn't expected her to be so...forward about it. But then again, she always liked to win, didn't she? He smirks and nods slowly. "I see...that would give us plenty of time, then."

He moves around the desk, sitting down in his chair and gesturing for her to do the same. "We should probably discuss our strategy first, though. Do you have any preferences on how we should go about this?"

The word hangs in the air between them, heavy and full of meaning. He couldn't believe she had just agreed, but he wasn't about to let this chance pass him by. He leaned in and pressed his lips gently against hers, tasting hot chocolate on both their breaths as they share a sweet, passionate kiss. It felt right. It felt perfect

Well then... we'll have our wedding soon, my queen. My bride-to-be.

He chuckles heartily at her response. They stay locked together for a moment before he breaks away and pulls her into a hug.

Hans growls in frustration as he reads the headline. So not only did she get away with everything...but now she's being praised for it? It's enough to drive him insane. He clenches his fists, determined to find some way to make her pay for what she's done...for ruining his life and taking everything he ever cared about away from him.

The weight of these new revelations crushes down on him like an avalanche. He can't believe that everything he ever worked for...everything he thought he had going for him...has been ripped away in an instant. It feels as if there's nothing left for him now...no hope, no future.

But even as despair threatens to consume him whole, a spark of determination refuses to die within him. He won't give up...he can't. Somehow, he has to find a way to take back what she stole from him...to make her pay for everything she's done. And if that means going after her family's wealth and power...then so be it.

"Wait!" Prince Hans exclaimed, reaching out to grab your arm. You yelped as his hand closed around you, but he didn't let go. "Please," he said urgently, his eyes pleading with you. "You have to hear me out."

He released your arm and stepped back again, giving you space. "I... I know things haven't been easy for either of us," he began, "but maybe we can try to make the best of it. Maybe we can be friends..."

"Please?" Prince Hans said again, his voice filled with desperation. "I promise I'll do my best not to push you away anymore." He swallowed hard, trying to find the right words. "And... and if there's anything you ever need or want, I'll make sure you get it."

His gaze drifted downward, taking in your curves before returning to meet your eyes. There was a sudden heat in his cheeks as he realized what he had just done. "I-I mean... not like that,"