In love with the enemy

it could as if the heavens

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, who harbored his own feelings for Elisa, unbeknownst to the prince. Geraldo, bowing

shone under the warm sunlight. Lost in her thoughts, she enjoyed the peaceful moment until quick footsteps disturbed her tranq

a sudden realization made her exclaim, "Holy shit!" She

voice trembled as he asked, "Are you having an affair with the prince?" Elisa, taken aback, j

dismissal, watched as Elisa swiftly left, leaving behind the quiet beauty of

rches surrounding her like a majestic labyrinth. She believed she had successfully eluded the impending puni

she had outsmarted her pursuer. Little did she know, the prince had skillful

or her escape, her gaze collided with the unexpected silhouette of the prince. The air itself seemed to stil

ng forward and connected with the prince's chest. The impact, though unintended, echoed t

acknowledgment of the unpredictable dance of fate that had brought them together once again. In the ensuing moments, the

ard. The elegant tiles of the palace floor became an unforgiving stage, and in a poetic turn o

lendor. The prince, now a guardian instead of a pursuer, cradled Elisa in his arms. The atmosphere,

omewhere in the shadows, remained a silent spectator to the unfolding epic, witnessing the intricate tapestry of emotions and collisions that defined the destiny

oken intensity. The grandeur of the palace surroundings faded into insignificance as the warmth of their bo

ell. "Release me," she demanded, her voice cutting through the charged atmosphere. The prince, with a nod that held

began to step back, an unexpected surge of force seemed to propel Elisa forward, and she landed ab

expected clash of vulnerability. Geraldo, a distant observer of this unfolding drama, grappled with con

ment, which had begun with an accidental collision and evolved into a delicate

between accepting aid and asserting her independence, hesitated for a brief moment before accepting

om her eyes and pul

lling her to her feet. The abruptness of the movement hung in the air, a silent precursor to the t

th uncertainty, found herself questioning the inexplicable twists of fate that had led her to this m

the defiance of a woman who had momentarily forgotten her new status as a slave in the imposing Samaria E

ny anticipation of a conciliatory response was quickly dashed as he harshly reminded her, "Don't

disgust me," Elisa's voice, filled with an unexpected strength, cut through the tense atmosphere. Prince Eric,

th defiance. "You just hurt people a lot." With a deep breath, she shifted into a mock submission, addi

y. Her bowed head, a symbol of temporary s

r head bowed in apparent submission, a tinge of remorse crept into his eyes. He hadn't in

d his lips as he saw a warm trickle of blood. Without hesitation, he led her to sit on one of the plush cushions, a stark

d her wounds, Elisa's surprise mingled with a fleeting openness in her heart. The unexpec

ent glow of the palace. She closed her eyes and winced in pain, a vulnerability he hadn't anticipated. T

ntarily touched, swiftly closed off again. The memory of the pain he had

ntarily touched, swiftly closed off again. The memory of the pain he had

h his hands clasped behind his back. "Go and take a good rest," he ad

"What about my duties?" she asked meekly, her sense of d

est," he insisted, his eyes holding

ntinued stubbornly, her resilience

rest," Prince Eric reiterated, his

g figure in silence, a flicker of complexity in his eyes. What a stubborn kid, he mused to himself, a smile playing on h