~Hazel~The prince's cold fingers slipped under my chin and he raised my head slowly and carefully.His touch was gentle,and for a brief moment,I felt guilty for judging all the Southern men the day the bastard soldier slapped me. I looked him straight in the eyes, those icy grey eyes, daring him to do to me whatever he does to anyone who stared him directly in the eyes.His long,jet black hair was tied into a neat ponytail, high cheekbones, icy grey eyes which held no emotions in them, a chiselled jawline and perfectly carved eyebrows.He was so tall, easily seven feet and masculine.His fingers on my chin felt comfortable and I fought the urge to lean forward so that I could feel more of his touch."A half-breed."His voice pierced through the quiet air, deep and cold. I couldn't help but lean backwards when his name fell in my ear, looking for an escape from him.Monalisa looked at me, her eyes full of worry because she didn't know what would happen to me. The prince already knows my
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