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Inside the carriage sat a rather intimidating figure. The regal looking man did not take more than half of the space in the carriage chair. In fact, he looked rather skinny, yet, it was clear, even if he was seated. He looked tall. Despite his delicate figure, he had around him an air of authority and intimidation. He had clear clue eyes that seemed to focus only on her. It made her freeze in her spot. He also had the same golden hair, that if she did not know who exactly this man is, he would have been mistaken as her family. But that is just it. She knew, no, everyone knew who this man is. "My Prince!" The guard exclaimed in shock as he knelt down in reverence, an action which she imitated. Inside the carriage sat no other than the second Prince of the country, Prince Lennard III, the regent Prince. And the next in line for the throne. Rin swore that her heart almost stopped when that same intimidating man extended an open palm unto her, with a scary smirk on his face. Things did not bode well for her. "Nice to see you again... Rin." .................... In a far away kingdom, so far that no one knows where it is anymore, reigned a Prince as cold as ice. Or so as what the people were told. Because a certain maiden knew better than to call her childhood friend a cold person. She would rather call him weird, even if he was a Prince. After almost successfully stealing a gold watch, the said Prince picked her off the street and made her his... Maid? Now she is caught in all the trouble the Prince causes. But she knows one thing will stay the same regardless if she almost gets herself locked in the dungeon or if she gets herself killed, she will always stay loyal to her Prince, and her Prince. .................... This is a work of fiction. Under no circumstances do I or will I ever own Vocaloid. Though I love making fanfiction! Love/Love, Mallowchan
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