~Prince Randall~My blood couldn’t stop boiling as I ordered the search for Mia immediately after talking to Chef Dinka. I also spoke to Emily, who further confirmed that Mia handled the drinks and she served King Edwin an orange juice just before the commencement of the ceremony. However, there was still one unanswered question and that was “why?” “Why would she do that to him? King Edwin never had issues with any worker.” I muttered as I headed to my room with Daciana at my side. “Maybe someone beat her to it.” She responded, and I heaved a loud, tired sigh. “This can’t keep happening. I’m so mentally exhausted. We should be on our honeymoon right now, not going around solving murder crimes.” I muttered, and she shook her head. “We are talking about your adopted father here, Randall. You can’t just ignore that some asshole took his life. Regardless of what he did, nobody had the right to do so. It’s a huge disrespect and shame.” “Right. I can’t…” My phone began to vibrate in
~Daciana~We dashed into the hospital, running towards the receptionists. “We are here for Mr Trump. Where is he?” Randall uttered with haste. “He’s in the ER, Your Royal Highness.” She responded, and we all ran down the hallway to where the ER was. After Randall gave the order to find Anne, we got a call that someone found Trump bleeding by the roadside and was rushed to the nearest hospital. Hearing this gave us a sense of relief and hope that he could still be saved. While we waited in the hallway, Randall paced in front of the door, breathing in and out deeply. Lily sat next to me on the chair as we waited for the doctor’s news. I looked at her face and it seemed like she had so many things going on in her head. I mean, who didn’t at this point? She stared at Randall like he wasn’t recognizable. Like he was a stranger. “Daciana,” she called, moving her gaze from Randall after a long while of her staring at him. “Have you always known he was a Lycan?” She asked, and I nodded
~Lily~ Trump finally woke up after so many hours and he met us standing next to his hospital bed. I had to go back to the palace the previous night to get Kendall and bring him to the hospital with me. “How are you feeling?” Randall asked, moving closer to his bed, and he slowly turned his head to look at him. “Numb.” He mumbled, taking his time to look at everyone’s faces, including Kendall’s, who I carried in my arms. “I’m so sorry…” Randall began to speak, but he shook his head, making him stop. “I… I need to tell you something. Anne, she… Anne killed Edwin.” He stuttered, and Randall nodded, sitting on the edge of the bed and reaching for his hand. “I found out. I’m going to find her, father. And I’m going to make her pay…” Trump shook his head, a surprised look on his face. “Fa…father?” He called Randall back, and Randall clenched his jaws and nodded. “Are you not my father?” “I am, but… it’s so surprising to hear you call me that. I never thought there would be a time y
~Anne~ I kept my head low, adjusting my dark shades as I walked into the hotel with my two traveling boxes. Even though I was out of the kingdom, I knew it was still risky for me to be seen. It was a very dangerous time to get caught by anyone. “I’d love to book a room,” I uttered, further covering the other half of my face with the satin scarf I had on. “For how many days, Ma’am?” She asked, and I looked at her through the space between my glasses and lower forehead. “Two nights,” I responded in a hurry. While she helped me book, I kept looking around, hoping there was no one that I knew or that no one could recognize me under my disguise. “Thank you.” I collected my card and the room key from her. I pulled my bags towards the elevator and got in. I let out a loud sigh and took a moment before screaming. “F**k!!” My plans turned out to be the shittest plan ever for the very first time. How can I explain to them that I didn’t kill him?! All they want right now is to see me de
~Prince Randall~ ~Three weeks later~ “… he is already discharged.” “Thank you so much, Doctor,” I said as I stood up from the chair in his office. “The wheelchair has been fetched already and it is in the ward as we speak. He should be on it already.” He responded, also standing up. “Thank you. And any news about the person who brought him in?” I asked, and he shook his head. “We can hardly recognize who did. It was chaos that night so we just took him in and began to operate on him. However, Mr Trump admitted that he could recognize him if he saw him.” “Hmm… I wish he’s found. I need to reward him for saving his life.” “I hope so too.” He added as we made our way out of his office. In the hallway were Daciana, Lily, Kendall, and Brandon, waiting to take Trump home with us. “Are we free to go now?” Brandon asked, and I nodded. “Everything is sorted. We can head back to the palace now.” I answered and looked at Daciana, who faintly smiled back. These past few weeks have been
~Lily~ After getting to the palace, I felt so exhausted and I needed to go back home to rest well, and this time, Kendall was coming with me. I was beginning to miss him a lot and I needed him to spend some quality time with him. But, I wasn’t sure how to put that out to Randall. He seemed to enjoy Kendall’s company even more after the incident with Trump. While I thought of what to say to him, he walked up to me in the living room, carrying Kendall in his hands. “How are you?” I asked when he got closer. “Who isn’t tired?” He answered, carefully placing Kendall on my thighs. “I bet you have missed him so much.” He said, and I nodded, kissing his head while he smiled widely. “So much.” “Then, I think he should go home with you today.” He replied and my eyes widened in surprise. “Really?” “Yes. Daciana and I will be away from the palace for a week. We’d love him to be with you then.” “Oh… okay. Thank you. I didn’t know how to tell you that I wanted to tak
~Daciana~ We alighted from the car that was parked at the roadside and asked the driver to drive back to the palace, leaving us alone. At first, he insisted that he helped with our luggage and helped us set up the tent, but told him it was part of our honeymoon and he had no choice but to excuse us. “That was quite convincing,” I mumbled as he wrapped my arms around my waist and planted a kiss on my cheek. “If there’s someone else with us from that part, it’s not just our honeymoon anymore.” He responded, adjusting the bag on his back and that which he pulled. “You know I can help you with one of those, right?” I said, looking at the bags and he shook his head. “It’s our honeymoon. The last thing I want is to stress you. It’s been a tough month after our wedding. I want to make it up to you.” “You’re doing that already, baby,” I responded, planting a kiss on his cheek too. After walking for a while, we got to the same spot where we had camped that year, and we b
~Prince Randall~ “You sure seem more needy than I am,” I answered, raising her legs and she wrapped them around my torso. She held my already hardened manhood and guarded it into her hot spot as our eyes searched each other. “Ahhh.” We both moaned as I penetrated her. Her grip on my neck tightened as she tried to take all of me in. “Ba…be.” She moaned, throwing her head backward as I thrust my full length into her. I withdrew again and thrust into her again, this time harder, and my mouth opened. “Ahhh!” Her voice increased. “Shhh!” I cautioned her and covered her lips with mine. I increased my pace and I felt her fingers pierce my back. “Babe… babe, my back.” She groaned and I quickly stood. “My back is hitting against the tree and it’s hurting me.” She muttered, slightly aching her lower back. “Oh… I’m sorry.” I responded, and we both chuckled. “Let’s get back to the tent, okay?” I replied, and she nodded. I let her down and we both held hands, walking back to our tent naked