If she failed, her family's name would be ruined, dragged in the mud. She had to do it. For her family's honor. To save the face of all Vans women in the country.
If she failed, she would have to get married to the beast himself, the Crowned Prince of Arlon. 

Prince Ajax.

***
"Get on your knees and beg me." He harshly said, hatred blazing in his eyes. "Beg like the dog you are."
I had to do it. For Mama. For Cj.

"Please forgive me your Highness" I whispered out, clenching my fists as I fell to my knees. "I'm very sorry for my insolence."

"Good." I could hear the smile in his voice. "Get up." I stood up on my feet. "Now strip your clothes."

The Prince of Arlon

I could see her get out of the car with a hard expression set on her face, and my jaw clenched. She had headphones on, and unlike her usual style- at least the style I was used to, she wore a pair of jeans and a turtle-whatever-they-call it shirt. The outfit clung to every single curve she possessed, and crap, it was a sight to behold. 


I straightened my suit and closed the curtains, ready to face the centre of my hatred. She made me who I am. 


I know what the people say about me. The boy once known as the heart of the Kingdom, who became the source of Wickedness in all the lands. Neighboring Kingdoms weren’t neighbors anymore, and only fools attempted to 


Not because of my father, but because of me. 


He would smile at the cameras, promising them safety and happiness with gleaming eyes, while I would trail through deserts for months, spying on weaknesses for infiltration. 


He would invite Presidents and Prime Ministers, hold banquets and balls, while I would keep up sleepless nights, reading through every damn transaction that took place from our accounts. 


I’d work my ass off, and all he had to do what wear a crown, look pretty, and take the credit for everything with a speech I’d prepare for him. 


But I kill one traitor, and I’m the Wicked Prince of Arlon. 


Growing up, my life was surrounded by rules. Don't do this, Ajax. Don't do that Ajax. Funny how no one ever really questioned the scars that ran down my back, or my screaming in the dungeons, but hey, not everyone cares, I guess. 


I walked down the stairs, and into the throne room, nodding at the guards that stood by, proud to be defendants of the heir to the throne. My gun shifted slightly in it's holster, giving me the peaceful reminder that I still had some form of protection against my enemies. 


I sat down on the throne, nodding at the guard that stood at the large gates. The trumpets blared, and the gates creaked, opening. 


"Presenting, Elianna Freda of the Freda household!" A voice boomed. Light peeked in, and she walked in. The sunlight shimmered on her, making her look like a goddess in the room. 


Her head was low, and she slowly walked up to the alter, not climbing up the stairs to where I sat. With a curtesy, she looked up, but not into my eyes. 


"Go." I simply said. All the guards nodded and slowly exited the room, leaving Elianna and I alone. "I'm sure you're surprised I've called you here." 


She nodded, and I could see her clenched jaw. 


"My father is dead, which I'm sure you know." 


"But being you, I think you know that he didn't just.... die." I paused, swallowing hard. "He was murdered. And you are going to help me in the best of ways. We are getting married."


Chapter Five: We're getting married.