His Forbidden Mate（Love and Chaos series book 2）

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er, she was running, a

seven hours deliberating on matters I could not care less about, while I tried to be the dutiful son he wants me to be. He brought me along to learn the way negotiation and agreements w

my room at the half-moon. Then I stared at the city at night, wondering what it would feel like to walk amongst the people. Perhaps if I wasn't crowned prince, I would have known wh

though my father frowns on that, I do

my chant and spell. I tried conjuring fire with

as poi

as tomorrow would be another long day. I almost tore my gaze from the window when I saw someone run past the fence of the hotel at a

me because I now wanted to kno

I had lacked the spontaneity of life for so long and this

would tell the world I was royalty, the son of the king, but with the darkne

ards positioned not so far from my door, s

face; I run towards the path where they ran through, hoping to meet up with the one being chased. My first shift i

anted, but I am still yet to perfect my wordings. Mother alw

om my room on the chase, which told me I wasn't only on t

? Why does it feel so important? Why does it matte

an adventure and you

uilty of what he or sh

don't bel

in my head, but mother won't be

ich dispersed fog rapidly through the woods. The spell

ed. I followed up by casting a divisive spell which conjured up three replicas of the path they had

one man hissed with his ha

he man who had led the chase, and the rest

p voice. "Our assignment was to capture her, but she seems to be harder to kill than a cockroach

remain in my father's protection until I'm old and strong enough to face the world. However, a girl was

hrough the divisive path that led nowhere. I followed him, running as fast as my leg

air, "Princess I am coming for you," he snared, "I've received permission

hrew up in

ned with death and tasting human blood. Life was cruel outside the Palace and the comfort of royalty and I wonder if this

ers, but I can feel your fear. It's a natural wolf's

of the tree with her hand covering her nose and mouth to s

ad curly black hair which looked rough and had a few dry leaves hanging on them, probably from falling on her face a fe

od underneath mine. I like to hear how you scream when you're unable to stop your body