I opened the door, I could hardly believe what I saw. There he stood in all his wicked glory, Prince Allisane. He Looked Exactly as I Remembered HIM, HIS dragon golden hair tied back with a velvet ribbon, and his thunderstorm eyes boring Into me with a dead coldness. Allisane sat rigidly in my father's high -backed chair; white-knuckled fingers gripped his armrests the, as if trying to gain control on his emotions. His face was livid. I'd've seen that face more than I cared to count times, more times than I shouldnt have as HIS Betrothed. I Had not wanted to marry him, than I'd tremble. After six months, he'd found me.
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