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A man who traveled through time to save his first love has given up everything he had just to help her get her birthright. A Princess who is scared of fighting for that which belongs to her finds someone willing to help her. 

She however believes nothing comes for free and when he tells her what he wants in return, she finds the deal she is offered reasonable and accepts. She trusts no one and when her walls began to crack open to give way to the handsome man who made himself a terror for her sake, things go south. 

About the characters:
The fashion designer who is a princess and tasked with the mission of getting what belongs to her and saving her people. 

How long will her walls last high up protecting her? How large will the crack in her walls be and when she faces hardships because of love will she close up her cracks or will those cracks further open?

The time traveler who wants her by all means because time is short for him has a fearful reputation so he could be strong for her. How long his patience will last when made to await love for so long and when it runs out, what will it be like?


Warning:
Slow love
Slow vengeance
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Don't expect the love to begin from the first chapter and don't expect a cruel villainess.

Royal Princess: Doted on by the Mafia King

All the things to be considered before choosing the restaurant and the way to bring the princess over without making it look like she got kidnapped had to be taking into note.

Gray went to her house which was weird since he did not have any training session with her that day and they did not have any close personal relationship.

Rose was in her study waiting for the assignment she just finished to all get printed out with her back resting on the backrest of the chair in a tired inelegant manner while glancing frequently at her phone.

When she heard a soft knock on door of her study, she sat up with her back straight and she subconsciously reached towards the keyboard of her laptop.

"Your highness, your trainer, Mr Jefferson came to see you. Should we let him in?" her assistant asked.

He sent only a message