The prince's desire - I

~Prince Lysar~

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Riding into the night in the deepest of forests was always a pleasure of his. A guilty pleasure he would rather say given that no one from the Royal council guards or the family approved of him doing so.

His mother hated it.

He was riding from the castle of Melenmore to his own after conducting an audience with the second Princess of the country.

Every country that had been this covered and was capable of having humans step food and live among them he had visited. He had met with the most beautiful women ever seen in the whole wide world yet princess Genevieve was a beauty to behold.

She had long black hair, they had cared for him you buy the shine and the softness could see from afar his hands itched to touch them, to run his fingers through them.

Her skin looks soft, supple ready for the taking. Even though she was sick and her skin was flushed she still managed to look like the most exquisite women he had ever seen.