The look on the prince's face disgusted me on one side but could not help but sip my tea while secretly looking at his devastatingly handsome face.
Almost every male I had laid eyes on were handsome, but this prince he was among the most handsome.
His face carved as if from stone looked extremely cold as if from a mask he had no feminine beauty like my brothers no! this male was more dangerous, more powerful.
The crown prince placed down the teacup I had personally crafted to my taste gently. Then spoke supposedly in a low voice, but the rumble affected it, seemingly flowing directly to my mind and hearts with his words.
"When they spoke of you I had thought you were more..."
For the first time in my short existence, I scented danger. Placing the cup gently down, openly, I stared at him.
A late hand reached out I saw it approaching taking note of the short clean nails, long slightly thick yet attractive fingers.