My Husband is a King
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From a distance, the princess stared at her mother's togetherness with Prince Arshlan.
"What else are you talking about with my mother, Prince?" muttered the princess from her place with eyes that could not be separated from the interaction of the mother and her future husband.
"I will follow everything as you plan! I know, you're on a show."
The princess went and left the place.
*
Even before the afternoon, the queen of Allura had prepared a lot of equipment because she was about to travel at night.
Meanwhile, Princess Estelle is again asked by her grandmother to deliver the potion to the prince in her room.
Tok tok tok tok
This day, the princess had not met the prince in person other than when she had breakfast this morning. Because at lunch time, members of the kingdom always do it each in their place of activity.
"Lake in!" A masculine voice from inside the room sounded.
Prince Arshlan's roomkeeper opened the door.
"You guys wait here!" said the princess to the ladies.
Princess Estelle walked in and looked inside. There's no one.
"Prince Arshlan?" call the princess again.
The sound of the door being pushed open.
"Prince?"
Princess Estelle blinked her eyes. Then he turned away to throw his eyes away.
"You're delivering potions for me again?" The prince grabbed a towel and wiped the sweat that was pouring all over his body.
His body was full of sweat, the prince did not wear his shirt to show his athletic chest and stomach.
"Emm," answered Estelle's daughter briefly.
Sluuurp
The prince immediately sipped the potion that princess Estelle had brought and downed it.
The prince kept the cup back on the tray that was still carried by the princess.
Cup
While passing the princess Estelle, the prince kissed the princess' temple from the side.
The pretty princess's hand shook, lucky that she did not drop the tray and cup that she was carrying.
Prince Arshlan ...! How dare you!
The princess grumbled in her heart again.
Just look, I'll follow the extent of your game!
Brakes
Princess Estelle put the tray she brought on the nightstand.
Tap tap tap
Princess Estelle followed the prince who walked again to the balcony of her room. The prince held up an iron ball next to his hand.
"You're practicing?" princess Estelle looked at the prince.
He tried to get used to the sight before him. Namely, prince Arshlan shirtless mode.
"Hmmm," the prince replied without looking at princess Estelle. He focused on the iron ball in the hand he was lifting.
"Didn't the doctor forbid you to use your energy again?" ask the princess as she approaches Prince Arshlan.
"That which is forbidden, uses the energy of inner power. As for lifting this up, I did not use any energy at all!" the prince said arrogantly.
"By the way ...." He put an iron ball in his hand and stood closer to the princess. "You're worried about me?" The prince smiled bitterly.
Princess Estelle took a few steps back. "I'm sorry I asked."
Prince Arshlan smiled looking at the face of Judes the princess who came back again.
Princess Estelle continued to throw away her gaze, not wanting to look at the chest and belly of Prince Arshlan who was filled with sweat adorning the protruding muscles there. Not to mention the biceps and triceps muscles that are wrapped to protrude in the upper arm. Maybe ... This is the sexy definition of a prince.
"You're moving away, looking away, but your eyes are glancing straight at me? Wh why? You like this?"