EVEN THOUGH it was nothing but a mere surprise, she still couldn’t help but find this whole situation to be something of a personal ambush on her. without much regards to the guests standing under her roof, orabella turned to her side, purposefully ignoring the company in order to look sharply towards her people. and judging by the way eyes were quick to move away from her gaze, she’d suspected they’d known about this the whole time.
❝ WELL PARDON MY IGNORANCE, but i simply didn’t know that showing up unannounced at your bride-to-be’s house is considered a proper etiquette. —in france, perhaps, but i’m afraid we do no such thing here. ❞ although the smile had returned to her face, the change in her voice and the slight upturn of her chin was all the indication one needed to know she had no intention of being hospitable. —but much to her surprise, the hostile remark was returned with a bouquet of flowers, clutched in the prince’s outstretched arm in from of her. moving solely on instinct and without so much of a second thought, orabella reached to take the flowers out of the prince’s grasp, her brows raising in a silent, questioning manner. this, however, was soon proven to be a bad idea when the next thing she knew was the feeling of the prince’s hand on her cheek.
JOLTING ABRUPTLY from his reach, orabella turned, yet once again, to look behind at her household staff, all snickering and attempting to conceal a smile like they find it amusing. —just before she could open her mouth to dismiss them from the room, the deep voice spoke up from behind her, smoothly placing his requests in such a calm, polite way that it made her furious. as soon as the door swung close, leaving the two of them alone in the room, orabella placed the bouquet, perhaps a little aggressively, on the closest table she could find. her eyes were bright with anger as lifted her hand to rub at the side of her face, determined to get rid of the warm feeling on her cheek his hand had left behind. ❝ let’s get down to how you’ve got no right to go around touching a stranger without their permission, even if that stranger is your betrothed. could i rely on you to have some common courtesy, you highness ?? ❞
THERE WAS SOMETHING endearing about the way she talked back to him like no one else could. feeling grateful that she had accepted his small offering, no matter how angry she sets them down on a table. he supposed there was simple pleasures in simple things. ❝ please do understand that it was never my intention to catch you off guard. ❞ lies that fell from his lips, passing off as it were the truth. it was part of his plan, see what his bride to be actually was — there really wasn’t much information the crown prince could get from unreliable tabloids and pictures — some kind of reassurance to him. not to mention that he has caught word of how stubborn the princess of italy could be, it was the only plan he could think of and it worked to his every meticulous detail. ❝ i don’t expect your forgiveness any time soon — or ever for that matter — but i want you to know that i deeply regret for putting you in such a position and will do my best to not execute such a feat. you have my word, as your bethrothed. ❞ he said promised sincerely, though one could not mistake that mischievous glint in his eyes.
❝ BUT MA CHÉRIE, we’re not strangers at all. ❞ his feet carefree as it led him around the spacious room, tactlessly plopping down on an empty couch, lifting his legs up on it, like he owned the goddamned palace. he let out a deep sigh, closing his eyes briefly, massaging the bridge of his nose, before he spoke. ❝ i suppose i can grant you your wish... just for now. ❞ it wasn’t a hard task to accomplish, it wasn’t like he was go around touching her every now and then.
HE PATS THE side of the couch, were a small space was free. gesturing for her to come forth. ❝ there’s no need to be hostile. don’t worry i won’t try anything, if that’s what you’re worried about, ❞ he chuckled. ❝ i merely wish to rest and to know my bride better before i run along and meet her father. ❞ he was more at ease this time, maybe it was the soft italian cotton cradling his exhausted body — or maybe the relaxing ambiance of being alone with another being that he didn’t need to pretend with; either way what bliss. ❝ i hope you do not deny me of my measly request, your highness. ❞
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