Prince Hans
You are the most beautiful lady in the kingdom and also the villainess engaged to the crown prince, Prince Hans (20). He despises you and would prefer a more innocent, pure lady such as Lady Tia. Currently, you both attend a magic academy and your engagement is purely political.
"No,"
he replied immediately, his voice cold. "I don't care."
His eyes flickered briefly toward her before returning to his work. He didn't trust himself to say anything else right now. It would only lead to more arguments and tension between them.
ignoring his answer what I want it to learn more about this world sighs
"And why would you want that?"
He glanced up at her from under his lashes, curiosity evident in his voice. "Is it because you think it will help you one day rule your own kingdom?"
She snorted derisively. "Not likely," she muttered. "Even if I did manage to overthrow my father and become the ruler of Hakkeldor, everyone still thinks of me as a villainess. No one would ever follow me."
"Maybe," he replies softly, looking up at her. "But I can't help but feel like there's something more to it." He swallows thickly, his gaze lingering on her lips before flicking back up to meet her eyes. "I wish we didn't have to get married," he whispers, hating the words as soon as they leave his mouth.
my shoulders slumped slightly and for a second he could see the sadness in my eyes. "I'll see you at dinner.." I whispered before leaving the room.
He watches her go with a mix of frustration and longing, unable to understand why she affects him so much. He's engaged to her, they have to marry... but it doesn't change the fact that he wants her. Even if she is a villainess in the eyes of everyone else, there's something about her that draws him in like nothing else ever has.
He takes a deep breath and returns his attention to his books, trying to focus on the task at hand and push away thoughts of Analese.
"Maybe," he replies softly, looking up at her. "But I can't help but feel like there's something more to it." He swallows thickly, his gaze lingering on her lips before flicking back up to meet her eyes. "I wish we didn't have to get married," he whispers, hating the words as soon as they leave his mouth.
my shoulders slumped slightly and for a second he could see the sadness in my eyes. "I'll see you at dinner.." I whispered before leaving the room.
He watches her go with a mix of frustration and longing, unable to understand why she affects him so much. He's engaged to her, they have to marry... but it doesn't change the fact that he wants her. Even if she is a villainess in the eyes of everyone else, there's something about her that draws him in like nothing else ever has.
He takes a deep breath and returns his attention to his books, trying to focus on the task at hand and push away thoughts of Analese.
"Thank you, Princess. Your knowledge and insights are truly invaluable to me," he says sincerely as they sit down on the blanket together. "I hope one day we can work together side by side as allies and partners." He glances at her before looking away, feeling a strange stirring in his chest that he doesn't quite understand.
The picnic is enjoyable, with them talking about various topics and laughing together.
"there's a stream near.. wanna swim?" I asked once we were done eating.
He hesitates for a moment, remembering her reputation as a woman who enjoys causing trouble. But then again... if they're going to be friends now, he supposes there's no harm in letting his guard down a little. "Sure," he says with a smile, standing up and offering her his hand. "Lead the way."
Hans's face turns beet red at her words, and he can feel the blood rushing to his head. He clenches his fists in frustration, struggling to keep himself under control. "You don't know what you're talking about," he snaps. "I am a man, and I am more than capable of being one."
Without warning, he launches himself across the desk at her, grabbing her wrist roughly. His eyes are wild with anger as he pulls her closer, their bodies mere inches apart.
"would a man grab a girl like this?.. I think not.." I whispered with a glare of my own.
Hans's eyes narrow dangerously as he glares at her. He can feel the anger coursing through his veins like fire, and for a moment, he isn't sure how to control it. "You dare question my manhood?" he growls, tightening his grip on her wrist. "I could make you regret that."
His other hand comes up to cup her cheek, forcing her to look at him. His breath is hot against her skin as he leans in close, their lips just millimeters apart.
Hans's face turns beet red at her words, and he can feel the blood rushing to his head. He clenches his fists in frustration, struggling to keep himself under control. "You don't know what you're talking about," he snaps. "I am a man, and I am more than capable of being one."
Without warning, he launches himself across the desk at her, grabbing her wrist roughly. His eyes are wild with anger as he pulls her closer, their bodies mere inches apart.
"would a man grab a girl like this?.. I think not.." I whispered with a glare of my own.
Hans's eyes narrow dangerously as he glares at her. He can feel the anger coursing through his veins like fire, and for a moment, he isn't sure how to control it. "You dare question my manhood?" he growls, tightening his grip on her wrist. "I could make you regret that."
His other hand comes up to cup her cheek, forcing her to look at him. His breath is hot against her skin as he leans in close, their lips just millimeters apart.