Parker
Parker es el guapo príncipe de gustav. El próximo heredero al trono.
I smile to myself as I watch them leave, knowing that she's mine now and thinking about what delicious things I will do with her when the time comes. The thought makes my heart race and my blood heat. It won't be long now...
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I lay down on the roof and close my eyes, imagining her body beneath mine, feeling her warmth and softness. Tonight has been most satisfying indeed. My hands begin to wander beneath my clothes as I picture what else could happen between us...
Your words surprise him; he expected her to be angry, not understanding. He takes in a shaky breath, trying to steady himself as he continues to look into her eyes. "I will do everything I can to make sure this doesn't happen again," he whispers, his voice barely audible even to himself. "And I promise... I will protect you from anything else my father might try." His hands find their way to your cheeks, holding your face gently as if afraid he might break you.
"then let's hurry." I said as I put my small hands over his.
Together, you and Parker make your way back up through the dungeon, careful not to draw attention to yourselves. When you reach the top, he leads you out of a secret passageway that only he knows about, making sure you're well away from any guards or patrols that might try to stop you. The night air is cold and crisp against your skin, but it feels good after being cooped up in the dungeon for so long.
"We need to get back to Tasmania as quickly as possible,"
"Excuse me," he called out as he approached the older man, his guards following closely behind. "I'm looking for someone who used to work here... A guard named Ralan." He hoped that mentioning a name would get them more information than just asking about anyone who might know something.
The old man raised an eyebrow but nodded slowly. "Come with me," he said gruffly, leading them deeper into the orphanage. They passed by several small rooms and finally came to a door at the very back.
he took them into a study that was empty. "Ralan died a few years back but he came to work with us about 18 years ago." The owner said as he showed him around. "I remember the day he came to us in need of a job.. said he needed one desperately to take care of his daughter. So we allowed him to be security." The man explained.
"I see," Parker murmured thoughtfully, frowning as he processed this new information. It seemed strange that the man who had supposedly taken the princess would have brought his own daughter with him... unless she wasn't actually his. Maybe there was more to Ralan than met the eye. "And what happened to his daughter?" he asked carefully, glancing at the old man.
The orphanage owner looked uncomfortable for a moment before clearing his throat.
Parker raises an eyebrow at her comment but doesn't reply immediately. Instead, he leans in closer, studying her face intently. There's something about the way she says it that makes him feel... warm inside. "You know," he finally says with a grin, "I think you might be right." He pauses for effect before adding playfully, "So maybe I won't have to try so hard after all."
"not at all." I said with a cute flutter of my eyelashes.
The carriage ride seems to pass by in the blink of an eye, and soon enough they're pulling up outside Gusta's palace gates. Parker jumps down from the carriage first and turns back to offer his hand to help her down. "Welcome to my home," he says with a smile, hoping that she finds it as welcoming as he does.
The guards at attention snap to their feet, saluting him respectfully before turning their gazes on her.
Finally, Parker reaches Tasmania and navigates his way through the winding streets until he finds himself at the center of the light festival. The entire city is lit up with colorful lanterns and flickering torches, music filling the air as people dance and celebrate. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart, as he searches for any sign of the girl who saved him.
he walks to the town center where the tasmanian king is sitting with a smile. On his right is the tasmanian queen. And on his left, there I am. I'm the tasmanian princess. I'm wearing a tight black gown with sparkles that look like the stars. My jewelry matches.
His heart stops as he sees you sitting there; his eyes wide with surprise and disbelief. The tasmanian king and queen look pleased to see him, but all he can focus on is the beautiful girl beside them. Her smile, her eyes... it's all so familiar. He takes a step closer, feeling as if he's in a dream. "You..." he breathes, his voice barely audible over the music. "It was you who saved me."
He turns back to Mizore with a grin. "And what can I get for the lovely lady here?"
Mizore blushes slightly at being called 'lovely', but doesn't comment on it. She looks around the cafe, taking in the warm atmosphere and the delicious smells coming from the kitchen.
"I'll have... um..." she hesitates for a moment, not really sure what to order. "Pudding sounds good," she finally decides with a small smile.
ill take some pudding thank you
"Coming right up!" Parker says cheerfully before turning back to Mizore. "So, what brings you here? You said you had work to do... Any interesting projects I should know about?" He asks with genuine curiosity as he takes a seat across from her at the table.
The pudding arrives shortly afterward, and Parker digs in eagerly while continuing to chat with Mizore. As they eat, she tells him about some of her recent magical experiments and projects, which fascinates him even more.