My Husband is a King
Should I Behead Them?
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The prince opened the gas lighter and turned it on. Then he whipped a cigarette that had been tucked at the end of his lips.
Phyuuuh
While leaning against his motorbike, Prince Arshlan puffed cigarette smoke from his lips. He was now busy looking at the other party who was running in a storm.
The prince remained relaxed, even though he knew that the leader of the group was on the verge of taking an oath for him.
"Prince, are you okay?" One of the guards came running over.
Prince Arshlan did not answer, he inhaled and exhaled again his cigarette smoke. Only then did he turn to look behind the bodyguard. The prince observed the condition of the ladies of the palace of Noirland, and of course the condition of his future queen, Princess Estelle.
"Is he okay?" asked Prince Arshlan without answering the prince's question.
The guard turned his head and looked for what the prince had appointed.
A wavy long-haired beauty who was pursing her lips and cleaning the mud that was stuck all over her peach dress.
"Emm... You mean His Highness the Prince, is that princess Estelle?" ask the guard, smiling.
Before the prince and the bodyguards continued their chatter, suddenly a shout came from the direction the prince Arshlan pointed at earlier.
"Hey! Prince mes*m, if it wasn't for you asking me to look for the forest ginseng, then this incident would never have happened" the princess shouted at prince Arshlan.
The prince smiled towards the bodyguard who was asking him to speak earlier. "He's fine! I already know!" he said, patting the bodyguard's shoulder and walking away.
Plucci
A half-last cigarette fell in front of Princess Estelle.
Srek Srek Srek
A pair of feet with boots stepped on the cigarette until the sound went out.
Princess Estelle looked up, who did the owner of the leg. Although he would have been able to guess if it was none other than the prince of Arshlan.
"What's wrong?" said the princess with a cold tone.
Prince Arshlan extended his left hand, flanking the princess' chin using his thumb and index finger.
"Shall I cut off their heads? I promised you this skin wouldn't get scratched one bit."
The gaze of Prince Arshlan's eyes was extremely sharp and terrifying. Now both of his fingers are separated from the chin of the princess, but the back of his hand which this time stroked tenderness on the cheek belongs to the princess Noirland.
Princess Estelle was sculpting and could only remain silent. He couldn't decipher the pounding in his chest. Between the feeling of pleasure and.
Then the prince stood up, wiped his glasses with the end of his suit, and put them back on.
"Stand up!" His hands extended towards princess Estelle.
The princess only looked up but did not welcome the helping hand.
Prince Arshlan still thrust his hand. "Come on!"
But princess Estelle was still hesitant and reluctant to hold the prince's hand.
"My legs are sick," complains princess Estelle showing her reddish, scuffed eyes.
"Haiyish!"
Finally the prince crouched down again, but this time he turned his back to the princess.
"Good!" prince Arshlan patted his back.
Princess Estelle was silent.
"Good! Or I cut off the heads of your guards and ladies for not taking care of you!"
The princess looked around her. The guards and maids all gulped their spit. Their entire gaze seemed to say, "Come princess, go up!"