Hemilia Gran is a student in Hevialia Academy, it's a magical academy where only supernatural people studies there. She is pursuing her dream to become the first female physician in Rosla.

Prince Rhyker Danker, is an intelligent man who changed the country, he was the perfect human which every woman wants. Looks, intelligence, personality, everything that is perfect, he owned that.

What will happens when she will meet the fourth Prince of Rosla?


"Hemilia." He breathed out, his husky voice that hypnotized me everytime.

"Prince Rhyker, you know well that we can't be together." I said sternly, the society and his entourage were judging us because he is the perfect man in Rosla while I'm just a student who is only going to be a physician.

"Do you think I care about that?" He asked, he rubbed my moist lips with his finger, pushing his finger in my mouth.

"Do you think I care about them?" He asked harshly, pushing his finger down on my throat.

He slammed me against the wall and pushed another finger in my mouth.

"I don't fucking care about them, I only care about you." He scowled and let go of my mouth, I gasped and tried to breathe but then he smashed his lips against me. Kissing me aggressively. 

He was the prince, he could take any beautiful woman he wants but instead, he marked me as his.


WARNING: MATURE CONTENT AND CURSING WORDS.

Rhyker

<p>/"This is Hemilia Gran, some of you know her or not, but she will be joining you./" Rhyker announced to everyone who stood there in the beautiful warehouse outside the cattle, many flowers were on the ceiling making me gape at how lovely it looked. As my eyes wandered around, they stopped at the head of the table who smiled kindly at me, I blushed and smiled at him as well. The majority of the persons here were people who I know that got accepted, most of them were scorning me while the others were ignoring me, not caring which I agree with. I don't want to be the center of the attention.</p>

<p>He led me toward them while rubbing my back softly, we were very close, like definitely, people can mistake us for being in a couple. It made me insecure, but he won't let me go since he wrapped his arms around my waist. As if I could disappear from his sight, which won't happen, but I don't understand how informal he can be with me.</p>

Chapter8